43° and pleasant, heading for a high of 70°. Fed critters large and small, drugged* the children and sent them to school, and now it’s time for caffeine and Deep Porch Sitting.
Gotta get presentable sooner than I’d like: it’s the annual Tday lunch with the kids, so Ma and I shall trek to the festivities. It’s always fun, especially when I get to see which teacher/staff member gets to wear the costume. (The kids hold a food drive, and “vote” by depositing item/s into designated bins. The "winner wears an utterly ridiculous turkey costume for Thanksgiving lunch. I hope it’s the assistant principal this year!)
Probably doing a little shopping after - Ma has a houseguest past the proverbial 3 day freshness mark, and probably needs a little retail therapy. (Besides, I gotta find a Local University ball cap for my dad. I arranged to take him and daughter to the final home football game of the season - daughter’s first live game, and realistically, Dad’s last due to his vision problems. He’s so excited! He called me last night, panicking because he doesn’t have a Ga. Southern hat. Easily rectified.)
Dinner is something with ground beef. That’s as far as I have planned.
Anyway… Onward ho!
*Medicated face cream and antibiotics. I’m not a total loser.
heh if you look at my posting history you’ll find the story of how a nurse saved me in the er by recognizing that my gallbladder was gangrenous and had ot taken out that night … its sorta gross… ill repost it later if ya want …well im off to bed at 5:30 am
Parents: dead. Dog: dead. Kids: gone. Diabetes: no marshmallow sweet potatoes for me.
Thanksgiving: me and a Swanson Turkey Dinner. Microwave’s been on the blink, so I may just insert a stick in the frozen meat ‘n gravy and suck it like a popsicle.
Recent bout of Bell’s Palsy: expect most of my glass of holiday wine will dribble out the right side of my mouth onto my Thanksgiving sweater.
I’m no Debbie Downer. I do have my cats. But of course, they hate me. One took a dump on my bathroom mat the other day. The other hacked up a fur-ball in my slipper. Luckily, I didn’t feel it due to my peripheral neuropathy.
Can’t wait for Christmas.
For all you folks making stuffing or dressing: put ground Italian sausage in it. It’s really good.
BLT’s minus the LT on rye have been consumed (with 5 days before I leave for Brother’s house, I’m trying to not have restock until I get back).
shady, gangrenous gall bladder story…well, it may be interesting but retch not at breakfast…
Peaches, sounds like a couple of fun days. Enjoy them.
nellie, good on ya for helping your friend. I’m 66 and living alone, I’ve considered getting one of those emergency alert buttons, but I’m still moving around pretty good, so I keep putting it off.
swampy, didn’t know Bumba was an alumni; ya learn something new every day.
Drizzly outside with more rain expected, the nastiest stuff is up in Reds’ area, but wet it will be. Need to go out and pay the gas bill and maybe look at a computer or two at Best Buy/Staples. Not that I know a damn thing about them, but I can try and look intelligent.
When my phone said it was 50 degrees outside this morning it was telling the truth. Cloudy and supposed to rain.
I never ordered groceries yesterday, so I need to do that this morning. Better to get them today than tomorrow.
New puppy, husky, at the park this morning, so Echo got to play with somebody smaller than she is. The puppy has a nervous ‘mom’, but I think she’ll be okay once she gets used to how rough puppies can play.
I’m moving better today. Slept well. The cat’s didn’t go into the ‘Kitty breakfast opus’ til 7ish.
I took the house pups on a short romp. It started drizzling rain. We’re back in and dry.
Drank my smoothie. Doesn’t smoothie sounds tasty? Nope. I’ve drsnk 100s of these things. Not one has ever been good. I’m working on a recipe for homemade. Gotta get back on that.
I’m gonns make banana pudding for the deer camp tonight. I’m making one (dbl recipe).
Gotta clean for company (Dau.) I’m already child and pet proof. I used to buy pots of poinsettias and decorate around thanksgiving. Alas, poison(:()
Good day all y’all. TGIF
blurfage Irking as usual. Sleepy too. Come on 1700. I don’t have any weekend plans. I have a ton of laundry. I let my clothes pile up and do them when I am almost without something to wear. I am at that point. Blurfage.
Years ago I irked with a woman who had 25 outfits for irk. She wore them in rotation and every five weeks she took them all to the laundrymat.
I couldn’t do that, even if I had the room, I still don’t want that many clothes. I try to keep up, but sometimes I’m forced to do laundry because I have nothing to wear.
I finally ordered groceries. I’ll make fake crab salad and have it on party rye bread for a snack. Dinner, I still have no idea, but I have ground beef, pork chops, pork roast, and chicken. Even though chicken sometimes makes my mouth itchy, sometimes it doesn’t. I think friend2 doesn’t like chicken. Friend1 will eat anything. I have some cabbage, and we all love cabbage, so I’ll make cabbage steaks.
Friend2 said she’ll bring a pie, but if she doesn’t I can always get something at the krispie kream. I didn’t buy too many things that have carbs. If they don’t get eaten I can always send them home with somebody.
Just dropped off my PC at the computer-fixer place. Here’s hoping I didn’t do anything too stoopit - I’d hate to lose all my photos and documents. But it takes time to delete, right? It certainly wasn’t doing anything for very long. So we shall see.
I hate computers. Sometimes… What pisses me off is I have a backup drive connected to the computer, and I haven’t backed anything up in ages. Stoopit stoopit stoopit.
And the computer guy just called. He found all my stuff and he’s transferring it all to my new user account. YAY!!! I’ll head out in a few to pick it up.
Dinner with the Littles accomplished. Turkey, dressing, gravy, cranberry sauce, green beans, sweet potatoes, fruit, and iced tea. (Dessert was offered, but I’m not wasting calories on pudding when the coming week offers so many better choices.) Surprisingly good, and I’m still stuffed. Glad I dressed nice and put on lipstick, because half the county was present!
Walked some of it off after. Popped into the 'Mart and found a hat for my dad, helped Ma buy a few supplies at the hardware store, schlepped around the bargain outlet for a bit and found bargains, and then grabbed milk, bread, and a couple of ingredients for tacos tonight. The small ones will be home soon, but I have 15 minutes to enjoy the peace and quiet before the chatterboxes get off the bus.
I did have a totally mundane brainstorm after I left the grocery store, though:
I use gift bags (vs wrapping paper) whenever possible. Wrapping doesn’t bring me joy, and bags can be reused, and they’re just so much faster.
The grocery store had some pretty cute winter/holiday patterned reusable grocery bags at the checkout today. Not fancy, but they’re usually about $2 per bag.
I am making the bag part of the gifts this year. Maybe it’s tacky? I don’t know, nor do I care. I know how I’m wrapping gifts this season!
Even better, keep one drive off site, like at Double-Mooommm’s. When you go take one, when you come back from her place bring the other one. That way if anything happens to the house, your data is still safe somewhere. Some people will use an online/cloud service for this but you need to trust they’ll be there if/when you need it & not have too much data. I have so many pics/video that the only way I could do that is with a commercial acct, which is 'spensive.
The fog is finally lifting. I think. Yay! How ironic is it that someone who can’t see is worried drivers won’t see her?
Called fallen friend and she’d talked herself out of getting the medical alert device. Argh. Sent her the URL of a company I found. She’s supposed to call them right away. I’ll call tomorrow to see of she’s done her homework. Her hair is falling out because she’s not eating, but that’s another story.
Meanwhile, another friend in another state had to commit her teenage daughter to a psych ward last night.
I bought turkey drumsticks to roast for my solitary Thanksgiving dinner. I shall be humbly grateful.
