Our friend the gardener is here working on the yard and Gibbs is having a conniption fit. She does the things our backs don’t allow us to do. I’m gonna go out in a little bit and mow the lawn. I can do that. It’ll be quieter.
Good luck with the no-salt diet Butters, it’s really tough. Vow is right, a lot of meats, not just chicken, are injected with nasty shiite. The stuff what ain’t usually costs a lot more, but it’s worth it.
The doc’s office called this morning. Yesterday’s X-rays did not show a cracked rib, so at least I found that out. Could be a pulled muscle, or a bone bruise. I’ll just have to wait it out.
Virtual hugs to everyone who recently shared bad news here.
If you’d like a bit of good news to offset all the bad news (I posted this yesterday in the “Share the Happy” thread):
A friend/former co-worker and her husband are finally at the end of the very long process of adopting their two foster daughters, who are full sisters. They’ve had the older girl since she was about 14 months old (now almost 3-1/2), and the younger girl since birth (now about 20 months old). The adoptions will be final on June 16 and I am so excited for them!!
Update on the neighbor: He was supposed to have surgery at noon today, but at 0400, his wife got a call saying ‘we have to operate now because he’s taken a turn for the worse’. So they operated, and he is ‘doing well’. In the meantime, the wife had called her daughters to tell them what was happening, and one of them, in a moment of really poor judgement, said “I’m coming up there” (from San Francisco). She arrived at 10 a.m. :rolleyes: :smack:
Now, I understand the impulse to rush to someone’s side, but there are so many things wrong with this decision:
Right now, none of you has CV19
One of you (the father) has a seriously depressed immune system at the moment
None of you will be allowed into the hospital to see him
The daughter has now exposed herself to airport employees in two states, a taxi driver, TSA agents, and fellow travelers
Her mother picked her up from the airport and they spent 20 minutes breathing the same air between the airport and home
If she is infected, her 74-year-old mother is now infected as well
If the father comes home within the next two weeks, he will also risk being exposed
If he contracted CV19 during his hospital visit, then his wife and daughter will then be exposed to it, and she could end up carrying it back to SFO with her.
I really don’t understand how people think, sometimes. I know emotion has something to do with it, but the mother/wife is a retired nurse, FFS, and should know better.
I have nothing new to report. Oh, my county is moving to Phase 2 today, but since I’m so freakin’ immune-compromised, I’ll be here in Phase 1 for all eternity, or until they get a vaccine developed and out.
doggio, I’m so sorry about the loss of your friend.
cookie, I hope your neighbor makes a full recovery. It’s almost unbearable to stay away from family during this crisis, yet it has to be done. I hope the well-intended daughter hasn’t brought along a viral stowaway.
Mooooom, your yard must be gorgeous!
OW, that was a day brightener indeed! Best wishes to the newly-official family!
Well, I collected my stuff, and emailed the manager that I’m not coming back, so I guess that’s it for that allotment.
I did harvest a few things; some herbs, rhubarb, artichokes and some flowers, so I got something from this year. Dug up a few plants I can hopefully keep alive until I have somewhere new to plant them. Is it just me that thinks it’s unreasonable to stick to the normal rules, saying plots must be maintained, in the current situation?
Even the Nationa Trust, the landowners, who are normally the picky ones, have stopped cutting everything back for now. They’re claiming -per National Trust rules- that they’ve got adequate facilities, including handwashing, but you have to go through two gates to get in, both fastened with a combination lock, and all they have is cold taps, with soap kept inside a locked shed. I just don’t think that’s good enough, especially given that everyone there seems to have the attitude that it’s outside and the gummint said allotment were OK, so it’s all fine. Officially everyone’s supposed to be using gloves to open the locks, but they’re so fiddly it’s impossible to do, so no-one is. I’m not so worried about getting ill myself (though I’m not totally discounting it, I have multiple friends with no health problems who have got very ill), but I don’t want to accidentally pass it on to everyone else in the flats, you know?
Anyway, I had a quick text chat with my boss, and we’re having a proper call next week to try and work out what the 'eck’s the plan for next year. With the course finished, I need enough hours to pay the rent, not just a bit of extra cash to, and the only other hours available are… gulp teaching. Isn’t that a job that’s done by grownups? What do I do if the other kids are mean to me?
Butters I’m glad your hubby is back home. Best of luck transitioning diets. It’s hard.
Cookie I hope your neighbor pulls through. I can understand the impulse. If she thought he was going to die, then she wanted to be there. Hopefully she did not infect anyone.
'Beamer finishes school on Friday. 'Beamette has a few more weeks to go.
We’ve had temps over 100 for a few days now. It’s supposed to start cooling off with rain on Saturday. I feel like the weather has been extremely strange this year.
Nut congrats on finishing up and clearing out of the allotment.
Bumba I hope your rib heals up soon. Bone bruises are nothing to sneeze at.
OW congrats to your friends. I understand it’s a really long process. I’m glad they’re almost there.
butters, I’m glad that your hubby is home. As far as the low salt / salt free diet goes, get used to cooking from scratch. BTW, Nelson loves cucumbers and will beg for them when I’m making a salad.
{{{doggio}}} I’m sorry about your friend.
I hope that your neighbor comes through this well and that that no viruses came along with his daughter cookie.
Yay on the newly official family OW!
Glad your rib isn’t cracked bumba.
Those allotment folks sound like they’re playing high school games nut. I’m glad you were able to harvest as much as you did before your exit.
I took my friend to the eye doctor today. Instead of going into the waiting room with him, I dropped him at the door (no valet for the time being), where he got a temp scan and sticker to enter, then I went to the parking garage to wait for him to call. The valet spots were available there and the center’s wifi was accessible, so I surfed the net. He said that once he got off the elevator, there was another temp check and question list, along with another sticker. Given their clientele, I’m glad they’re taking precautions to that level.
It’s back to irk tomorrow, with another Zoom meeting from hell and writing more reports to go. I’ll be glad when everybody involved with this scheme is in the pokey and I can go back to doing my usual job.
Penzeys has dozens of salt-free spice mixes. No idea how it tastes, but they have an intriguing corned beef mix. That’s normally a MOAB of salt.
Mom - PWAISDN is like you with onions. Chunks of onions, cooked or not, are repulsive to him, so whenever I cook something like a soup or pot roast that needs onion, I grate it with the old knuckle-buster box grater so it disintegrates in cooking.
Speaking of PWAISDN, our governor said some counties could allow salons and barbershops to open. Ours is one of the three Bay Area counties, so I now have a 60-page thick pile of paperwork and forms that needs to be gone through on my desk, and he’s anxiously waiting for PPE orders to arrive. He’s already spent about $1,000 on masks and disposable capes for clients, gloves, hand sanitizer, tool sanitizer, surface sanitizer, and on and on. And that’s just to get started. :eek: Who knows how long this will be the “new abnormal?” (I refuse to call it “new normal” because its not normal!) This weekend, we’ll go there to pretty much gut the waiting area as the state is only allowing him to serve one client at a time, so there’s no point in having extra chairs that would just need to be cleaned. Even the magazines must be removed - clients will have to park then wait in their car for him to text them to come in.
Got harpooned this morning with cortisone or whatever to hopefully thaw my frozen shoulder. Don’t think I’ve ever had an injection while conscious of so much liquid. Not fun, but it does seem to be less painful, so it’s stretch, stretch, stretch while the stretching’s good.
Evening all. Weekly dishes washed but still need to put them away. Big bowl O’Sallit consumed for dinner, so stomach is comfortable. Rain started about 5PM and is still with me for at least another hour (Red, you should be getting it too)
gotti, hope the forms don’t repeat themselves 18 times and require 4 signatures and 21 your initials here. And hope the cortisone show works.
Nut, teaching isn’t all that hard…of course, you need to start drinking heavily…
Cookie, maybe the daughter will figure out in a day or so that her timing isn’t good and will go home before father comes home. But I understand the desire.
Talk with everyone tomorrow. Now back to internettin’
The last couple of days have had their foraging triumphs. Scored a package of 2 75ct tubs of disinfectant wipes at Walgreens at lunch yesterday (happened to be there for something else, and was in that aisle when the nice young lady brought several out for shelving), gave one tub to a coworker who’s been having worse supply luck than I have. Got home to my order of professional hand sanitizer from Sally Beauty Supply (4 18oz bottles).
Today, bagged 4 12.5oz cans of Lysol! Went to Raley’s at lunch for something in the fruit juice range to go with lunch (wound up with protein shakes I’m not sure I was that excited by), found Lysol on the shelf! Took two cans, which seemed reasonable. After irk, stopped there again since it was right on the way home. They still had about as much as they had 4-something hours before, so I got two more, which will meet my needs for a while. Hopefully, my squirrel-on-the-hunt urges will now calm down a bit.
Batted 1-for-3 at Asian stores on the way home. Success: Woodlock (DH uses it, and Amazon can’t get more to us for a couple of months). Fails: corn roll snacks and non-horseradish wasabi for DH.
I give up. It’s too friggin’ hot with no AC and no breeze and bug eyed humidity. Imma go sleep on the basement floor tonight.
I have a yoga mat, and two or three sleeping bags to stretch out on top of. It’s like fifteen degrees cooler down there, despite being devoid of most creature comforts. It’s not wired besides some lights so I hadn’t planned on using it as much of a living space, just storage. But I shall have me a one-girl sleepover and campout tonight!
Treated myself to sushi on the way home, too, because the idea of turning on the stove, or even of eating anything warm, didn’t sound good.
Day one of salt free-well low salt was a success. For dinner I cooked him some frozen peas and beans, some carrots and some zucchini with onions and garlic. He had one piece of bread with salt free butter and a mango. No meat. He doesn’t seem to mind not having extra salt or no meat. I found a couple free kindle low sodium cookbooks and shall go shopping tomorrow for some ingredients to make him some real meals. For a snack he had an orange and this morning for brunch he had boiled eggs. Good to know about the options out there VOW
especially for canned tomatoes.
We have some nice fish in the freezer and can get more fish easily enough. Hate to hear that chicken is adulterated. It will be interesting as we go along.
There still is no word on returning to irk but I am meeting all my employees tomorrow afternoon for some hurricane briefing and to sign a roster to get to TPTB. I finished and turned in my safe haven hotel lists. All reservations for lodging were canceled today through 30 June but I don’t know if that means I will be out another month. Or more.
I have been so out of the loop I was not even aware of Bertha even though she formed right on top of us. Sorry about your friend Doggiooo And neighbor Cookie and yay for adoption.
Everyone have a blessed week. Now off to figure out what is happening in U.K. politics.
The forms are pretty straightforward. Other than a spot to enter the contact info for the Sanitation Supervisor, it’s just checkboxes acknowledging that you have a Sanitation Supervisor, a written plan (circular reference there - the checked-off form is the written plan) and a bunch of questions about practices that any self-respecting salon already does like washing hands and sanitizing shears and combs.
If someone told any barber or hair stylist at the beginning of the year that they would soon be a custodian of records, they would have either stabbed you with a rat tail comb or laughed at you.
