Banana and root beer popsicles were our faves. One half banana, the other half root beer. We went to Dog ‘N Suds at our cottage for root beer. It came in a waxed carton the shape of a megaphone. We called the place Arf ‘N Barf.
Decided to go to the park, only Jax showed up and as he is neutered, everything was good.
It was 57 when I left for the park at 6am, it was 75 when I left the park for home at 8:30.
It feels warmer, I guess because the sun is shining today. Supposed to get up to 80.
The dogs are pretty worn out, they didn’t do much running but I think the warmer temps make them tired.
Ripple didn’t even want to get up when the ‘treat lady’ walked by. There’s a woman who walks past the dog park every morning and she brings treats for the dogs. Echo is usually the first one to get to her, Ripple used to ignore her, and he won’t take treats from strangers. Now not only does he go over with the other dogs, and actually take a treat from her, and eat it (he used to drop it on the ground), but she can reach through the fence and pet him.
We’ll be heading outside soon to whack the back yard, and the side yard.
I need to order rocks, I’ll have to shop around and see if I can find them somewhere else. I need to find my last order and see how much I need.
Yesterday was house cleaning day. My reward was a meatball sandwich, which almost made it worthwhile.
Today, I’m required to trim back the Asian pear tree. Luckily, I bought a battery powered trimmer a couple of years ago, so should be able to make short work of it. The tree produces a prodigious amount of fruit every year, which in years past we’ve turned into canned pear sauce. Last year, however, most all of the fruit was damaged by fruit moths. I’ve put up traps, but they have limited success.
Our local farmers’ market opened last week and has a drive-up service. We picked up a flat of strawberries and made 10 pints of jam a few days ago. Also used the lemon verbena in the herb garden to make jelly. The wife found a recipe for a chutney made from Meyer lemons and rosemary, so we also did that.
I don’t claim to be any kind of expert on kids, but I have younger sibs and I babysat for a lot of years and then there was my own kid. Never have I encountered a toddler who likes raw onions like Roxy! She loves just about all fruits and veggies. She even likes tossed salad, but she seems to be especially fond of cucumber-onion salad. Honestly, I can’t think of any vegetative matter that she doesn’t like.
The child is some sort of mutant! :eek:
We’ve just finished lunch (it comes early when you have breakfast around 6) and I’d like to tire her out in the next half hour so she’ll nap. Unfortunately, she’s been stuck inside all morning, and she doesn’t get very tired from indoor play. Time to get her on the trampoline!
For now, I’ll share a fact that I just learned:
if my province were counted as its own country, it’d be considered among the top 5 deadliest countries for coronavirus deaths.
I fed my sweetie, then made a quick run to Food Lion. Roxy is napping. **FCD **is about to have a teleconference. I need to decide what we’re having for supper. Maybe something with shrimp? or poke chops? Off to rummage thru the freezers…
Hubby made it through the biopsy. He called me himself. All that time I was sitting here in tears. Panicking. worrying and imagining the worst. They did not anesthetize him. I would think they gave him something but he didn’t even sound groggy.
Howdy all. Was in the middle of nappage on the bed when I opened my eyes, and I swear to whatever Gods you have, there was a SPIDER 2 inches from my nose. I went from semi-awake to full-flight or flght in nanoseconds and levitated right off the bed. Grabbed a slipper and prepared to deal certain destruction to this disturber of my peace, but could not find him/her anywhere.
At least it got me up from my nap. Now all I have to do is go to bed tonight…
And Yea! Butters; glad you are relieved. Now take some deep breaths, go for a walk (or if raining, a drive to get something you want) and let yourself come down a bit.
Midget, I’d say be careful but you already are, I’m sure.
FCM, I’m 67 and still don’t like raw onions (oh, a ring in a salad I can tolerate, and steamed onions on a White Castle aren’t bad, but biting into an onion…ugh).
Cookie, what’s the reward for trimming the tree?
OK, the adrenaline rush has subsided. All y’all take care.
**MetalMouse **- I love cooked onions and I use them in many recipes, but I can’t do raw - not even Vidalias. Similarly with celery - I won’t eat it raw, but it’s a necessity in certain cooked dishes.
I’ve been learning about my new phone - good times!
Ordered a new phone today. I was going to get it from Best Buy as it was on sale there, but I had a problem with my AT&T password on their site. I went out to AT&T to see what was wrong and they had it even cheaper.
I ordered rocks from Home Depot, they have them in stock now. I should be able to pick them up tomorrow. I wanted to get them delivered but that fee was $80! I’ll go get them.
I don’t know if I can get all of them in one trip. I should be able to, 24 bags at 30 pounds each, 720 pounds. I’m not sure 24 bags is enough but that is all they have unless I want to go to a different store.
I’ll check out Lowes.
Well forget Lowes, they have the rocks but they cost a lot more.
A whole lot more which is making my doubt my math skills.
If 24 30 pound bags of rocks is @$288, that is about 40 cents a pound, right?
Lowes wants $750 for 900 pounds of rock, which is 83 cents a pound?
That is an awfully big price difference, although Lowes delivers for free. And Lowes I have to buy 900 pounds bulk, not in bags.
Really seems like something is wrong with the math.
Shhhh! Don’t tell anyone I’m here! I am tiptoeing very carefully through this day in the hope that if the powers of evil don’t know I’m here, they won’t throw any bad news at me.
Short night last night. Upstairs guys were watching something on TV. First time they’ve been loud in the wee hours in awhile. Then I woke up early after a dream in which I was at a formal gathering and trying to hide the fact I was dying my hair whilst flapping around in a hairdresser’s cape. I think my subconscious feels like I’m dying from all the bad news. Yes, my subconscious makes dad jokes. It’d be easier to give my dreams the full weight they deserve if they weren’t scripted by Rodney Dangerfield. Where’s Ingmar Bergman when you need him?
Eek, MetalMouse! I had a similar experience when I was 13. I opened my eyes and saw a spider on the blanket pulled up to my nose. Scream. Throw off covers. Mom came running in. I yelled out what happened. She threw on the light switch, picked up my nearby shoe, and nailed him from 10 feet away. It was a great moment in arachnophobia history. The next morning, I had to scrape dead spider off my loafer. A low moment in arachnophobia history.
Mooooom, Roxie is quite the kid. She may have superpowers.
Howdy Y’all! We spiffed da cave and got laundry accomplished. Go Us! I decided to slow roast the poke tenderloin instead of grill. Smashed N.O.T. with a nummy gravy made from the drippin’s, peas 'n carrots, and rolls accompanied it for a really good sup.
Butters yay for hubs makin’ it through the biopsy. I know you were glad to hear his voice. Go treat yourself to sump’n good as a way of celebration.
MetalMouse maybe that was Spidey sendin’ you a message that all is well.
Sari I have twenty forty pound bags of rocks sittin’ on a skid under my carport. You can have 'em provided you come get 'em.
MOOOOOOM there’s always a chance that by the time RoxStar is five she’ll hate everything but mac 'n cheese, pizza and burgers, like a normal child.
Rained some this afternoon (no tunder-boomers) and dinner has been consumed, so all is right with the world. It appears afternoon movies on Cable TV must carry one of “The Expendables” movies or one of DC/Marvel superhero movies, every damn day.
On line I found a couple of You Tube Channels, one about history and the other about aircraft accidents…hope I am able to fly after watching the latter one…
Sari, your math is good, Lowe’s either doesn’t want the business or thinks their product is better than Home Depot. Let us know (have no idea what you plan to do with that much rockage, anyway.)
swampy, if that was spidey sending me a message, his next dream will be about being pounded into pancakes with sledgehammers…
FCM, I’m the opposite, I like raw celery sticks, but don’t care for them cooked to much.
nellie, nice to have a fellow arachnophobic on the MMP; we can keep spidey in check…