It’s an adorable little evil monster.
IOW, me. Although there is some question about the “adorable” part. And the “little.”
Until the darkness falls, who’s to say? (I mean, you could, but we couldn’t tell if you were lying and you ARE evil, so…)
I learned today that when my grandson is cranky and crying and inconsolable, he needs to poop. I also learned that a little apple juice can move things along. Once he filled his diaper, he was his old happy, smiley self! But now he’s back with his mama, and quiet reigns here.
After passing him off, I stopped by CVS to pick up our assorted meds (just the regular stuff, not any surgery-related stuff) then to the dollar store for ibuprofen (lots cheaper than at CVS) and now I’m home. It started raining a bit as I drove - not sure how much we’ll get, tho.
Also not sure what supper will be. Grilled cheese? We shall see.
GG and Ziva would make beautiful babbies, except Ziva’s babby-making bits were removed long ago, and she’s probably too old now, anyway.
But they would be beautiful if it had been possible.
OK, time for a little quiet chillage.
Good news: the girl’s wrist is not broken, merely sprained, so she has to sleep and even swim in her brace.
Work has been ridiculous today. I want to run away. I haven’t had a chance to absorb much from the Dope (darned work getting in the way of my virtual private life), but I hope everyone had a great day, or at least a little great-er than yesterday if yesterday was hard.
There was a meeting (training session) scheduled for this morning. I thought I should make a personal appearance, so I got up early and made the 120+ mile trip down to Burien. I’m still minus a Prius, so I drove the Jeep. An indicated 20 mpg is not as good as a calculated 45 mpg. It’s less. Also, I think it’s lying. I refuelled before coming down, when the econometer was reading 16.1 mpg. I did the math, and came up with just under 15 mpg. (The Prius is also ‘optimistic’ on its econometer, but I calculate the mpg.) Oh, and to reach the indicated 20 mpg at the end of the trip, I have to drive slow. Like 65 mph, which is 5 to 15 miles an hour slower than I drive the Prius.
So I leave home. It’s 26°F out. Immediately I’m buffetted by the winds. I get down to the Lummi Reservations gas station and the wind is really blowing. And cold. I was glad to get back in the Jeep… which took a while because I had to pump more than thirteen and a half gallons. The strong wind was blowing me all over the place through Bellingham.
I get into the mountains, maintaining 65 mph, and everything’s good. Until I see the red and blue flashing lights a half mile or so away. I’d better slow down like a Good Citizen. now, the Jeep is a lot heavier than the Prius. It didn’t really surprise me I wasn’t slowing as much as I thought I should. I applied a little more brake. What’s that noise? Sounds like I’m sliding on ice! Sure enough, the road was slick. My track was straight and true, but I wasn’t slowing fast enough. Thankfully, since I started slowing early I didn’t hit the guy in front of me. The guy behind me didn’t hit me. Everyone managed to stop.
There was a State Patrol pickup truck in the left-hand ditch, pointing the wrong way with its headlights and emergency lights on. There was another flashy SP vehicle on the right with a car turned around the wrong way in front of him. Back on the left, a car was in the median with its nose pointed toward the lanes. It looked pretty battered. Back on the right, there was a black full-sized pickup pointing the wrong way with its front end smashed. There may have been one or two other cars, but I don’t remember. I was busy keeping my station and watching the knobbly ice that covered the freeway. Some short distance along, there was another Statie with his flashers on, and another car or two off the road. Then it started snowing. The snow lightened as I came out the other end of the pass. There were cars off the road in Mount Vernon, and more between there and Arlington. The rest of the way, the snow was barely a mist. Just light flakes that weren’t sticking. Like if someone was smoking a cigarette and their ashes were drifting. It was like that from Arlington all the way to Burien.
The joke is that it was going to be a Microsoft Teams meeting and there was no point in my coming down. Also, the Account Executive who was going to present the meeting injured herself and the meeting was cancelled.
A bit of a stressful day today. I ordered a bunch of materials for the new project yesterday, got an email that some were back ordered this AM, so called and was told that it was coming from Virginia, with a $400 shipping charge…um NOPE. Ok, cancel that order and re-order from a closer facility. Is that order really cancelled? Maybe? More calls. Maybe? I can’t be paying $1800 twice. Finally confirmed that the first order is off.
Now I just need to confirm with them when the shipment will be arriving, so’s I can be on hand to load 42 sheets of plywood off the truck and into the shop. It’ll probably be arriving on Thursday with the snow.
Those lights we put up in the catio. I ordered a switch so Catmom wouldn’t have to unplug them to turn them off. (No outlets outside. Extension cord goes under the door.) I couldn’t find a ‘switch’ switch; only a remote-control switch. Amazingly, it works well-inside the living room with no line-of-sight to the switch adapter. So now we can heat the hummingbird feeder and the faucet pipe, and also turn the catio lights on and off.
swampy, IIRC, your church is St. Patrick’s. You get one of the cooler saintly celebrations for the namesake. (St. Robert Bellermine didn’t have a cool feast day )
Nice pic of the daughter and grandkids Moooooom.
Hope that the move goes smoothly butters.
Yay on the daughter’s new digs nellie. Good luck with your appointment tomorrow.
Hope Shadow is in better shape soonest BooFae.
I don’t envy you being the heavy with the folks magic. That’s a hard row to hoe.
We were dismissed from irk at noon today. Oy. I’ve spent time in the studio, read and cuddled a certain reddish dog in the midst of a rain / wind storm. It was storming so badly when I came home that I didn’t know if the car would stay on the road.
Stay safe and healthy y’all!
@Sunny_Daze , Ursula has only one bag. It’s next to the boofay in the dining room. @JaneDoe42 , my first week of retirement will be spent napping and getting ready for my celebration trip to England. Or parking my butt in front of the teevee. Or riding my horse. Or all of the above.
Those sound like amazing plans! When I retired I kept setting my alarm for a while cause it felt so good to be able to shut it off and go back to sleep. You are going to love it!
My appointment went better than expected. In fact, I’m really relieved. He said yep, the problem is in the next joint down. It’s arthritis. Apparently the surgery caused a flare up. He’s confident a cortisone and anesthetic injection will take care of it. (I’ve had them in other body parts, and they are miraculous.) Of course, HE doesn’t do the injections, the injection specialists do. He made the referral and told me (Say it with me now.), “They should call within a week to set up an appointment.” Noooooo! But after my anguished cry, he said he’d put a rush on it, and I should get a call tomorrow and get in within a week. So yay on that.
He bumped up the muscle relaxant because–I’m saying this for my fellow back sufferers–there’s a muscle right in that lower lumbar area that tightens up and the pain is as intense as a fracture. For this reason, he also wants me in PT after the shot works. He also bumped up the gabapentin, which I take to prevent migraines but that can help nerve pain. Aaaaand I’m supposed to continue lying down and icing, but at least there’s a probable end in sight!
Whew! Thank you all once again for the cross fingers and good thoughts. I think they worked!
quietly, I guess the senior skip day timing isn’t too bad. Our seniors had it in early May, when I was frantically trying to pound extra large chunks o’ learning into their heads. And thanks for explaining your icon. I foolishly thought it was a walrus in a shower cap.
red, glad you got home OK. Scary stuff there.
flyboy, all that for nothing? I’m disgruntled on your behalf.
I want to reply more, but I have phone calls to make to concerned family members.
Came home to find two packages at the door: a soft-close seat for the new toilet, and a new kitty condo for the Overlords & Ladies. The second I got it assembled and in the corner of the study Tango was all over it. He was just like Daffy and the Treasure of Ali Baba: “Mine! All mine!”
nellie - The final attendance count was 18/166. Even the drive off campus after school was easy.
flyboy - Outside outlets were the first thing I had the electrician do to this house when we bought it. One on the side of the garage next to the front walkway for lawn decorations at Christmas and another on the patio by the BBQ. That way I can plug in a crock pot or the like when entertaining outside in the summer.
It’s National Margarita Day, and I’m celebrating!
missred, I saw you mentioned swampy’s church and its’ saint’s day celebration. I remember in 2008 that Easter was so early(3/23) that St. Patrick’s Day was Monday of Holy Week. Now, one can have a celebration during Lent but not Holy Week. So they had to have their party early that year. BTW, 3/23 is almost as early as Easter can come, about once every 90 years or so. It can come 3/22, but that is once every four hundred years or so.
Happy Toosday!
It was a nice 40 degrees at the park this morning. Now it’s rainy and windy, 60 degrees.
My son went to the park with me so he could handle the dogs. I was hoping he’d come into the park, but once he got the dogs in, he went back to sit in the truck.
We saw Coco, choco lab, today for the first time in a long time. She kind of hid for a bit until the 3-pack left. She gets intimidated by them. Then she and Echo had a great time together as their playing style is similar. They both like to run, then Coco throws herself on the ground and they wrestle for a bit. Bandit, the rottie, played too. He has a hard time running with them as Echo and Coco are a lot more agile. They can turn on a dime, Bandit is built like a tank and once he gets moving it’s hard for him to change direction.
My knee is still stiff but doesn’t hurt as much, until one of the dogs, Bandit of course, ran into it. My shoulder hurts and two fingers on my right hand are swollen. This morning I hit my other hand on the corner of the night stand, cut it open and the blood was running.
I have trouble getting in the truck at the dog park anyway Sunny. The spaces are at an angle so you can’t really back into them, and the parking lot is on a hill and I am always on the downside of the truck. I used one of the handicapped spaces today, those two spaces are flat.
I wish I had gotten running boards instead of nerf bars. I’ve slipped off of them too many times to trust them.
I found my missing direct deposit. I put it in a checking account I seldom use instead of the one I use all the time. I don’t know why I did that, but I probably had a reason for setting it up that way at the time?
Got the bills paid that I couldn’t finish yesterday because the company’s website is messed up. Yesterday the wait on the phone was too long and I hung up. I was able to get through today. I told the woman on the phone that something is wrong with the website and she said everybody has been saying that.
One of the bills paid was my son’s hospital bill, and today we got a letter from his insurance company saying they are negotiating with the hospital and we may not owe that much. I’m glad I paid only half of it.
I hope your appointment goes well Nellie.
Happy moving Butters. It makes me tired just to think about it and I’m not the one doing it.
Glad you are safe Flyboy
Such pretty work Unknown
and a pretty cat, as is Ziva.
My Adam is not so pretty, a fat assed brown tabby. He let me hold him for a bit the other day. He used to let me hold him every morning when he came in. He’s not a normal cat though, he doesn’t care about bags or boxes, he seldom jumps up on things (although that may be because of the fat ass) and when he does, he is very careful not to knock anything over.
Evening all. Exercised at the gym, spent about 25 minutes moving various weights around and 45 minutes on the bicycle, nearly 9 miles covered (digitally). So a bit sore but wide awake. Also got a call that my lawn mower is ready for pickup, so that will be tomorrow’s morning activity. Hopefully the rain that is coming tonight (about 9pm CST according to the weather wizards) will have departed the region by tomorrow.
nellie, looks like the appointment went well, hope the shots help as indicated.
red, looks like those storms you’ve been having are coming down South to get me on the list. Hope everything is ok.
vanGo, trust but verify with your bank accounts that they did make the cancellation.
Flyboy, glad you were able to control your vehicle on the ice. Have slid off the road on expressways a couple times in my life on icy patches and it’s no fun.
talky, glad daughter-unit does not have a broken bone, and work can be that way sometimes.
Unknown, cute kitty pics, I swear GG looks like she’s 80% tail.
Frankly, I think “Gentleman Caller” is just fine, maybe not cutesy but accurate and not a term used all that much these days…
Wizard, hope things work out well for all. At least the kids are all on the same page (one hopes)
OK, dinner has been dined and internettin’ is underway, so all y’all take care.
Just started raining hard here. Forecast said “showers”.
We’re rewatching Chernobyl. I watched Threads again recently too, and an MMP-recommended book, Triumph, just arrived today. Yeah, still a bit post-apocalyptic. Current Kindle book is World War Z.
Howdy Y’all! I survived a trip to Sam’s, nappage and sloth were accomplished, sup got cooked and et. The guy did not come by to start the work today. However, he called and said he was tied up at work and would be here tomorrow. We shall see. At least he called. Plus he gets no money until the work is done so maybe that will be an incentive. Oh, I have taken on the task of schedulin’ folks to serve on Sundays. I thought I would be kinda overwhelmed, but so far, not so bad. Even got folks scheduled for Ash Wednesday next week, so go me!
Indeed, my church is St. Patrick’s, so we get a fun feast day. This year the Bishop will be with us. We shall Feast on March 19th as ‘tis a Sattidy and he can be here for that as well as the service on Sunday. CupCakes the year that happened, we did the big dinner the Saturday before St. Patrick’s Day and had our Festal service the Sunday before that, on the ninth as we couldn’t do it on Palm Sunday. Holy Week, AAAAAAAAAARGH! I’ll have to do the schedule of servers for Holy Week. I may need my clutchin’ pearls, faintin’ couch and smellin’ salts before that’s over.
OK, I did read all but as per usual retention is nil, so yays, boos, hugs, trouts, chitlins, noogies, and how you doin’s all around as needed.
Seanette, I read the whole book of World War Z. When I’d bought it I didn’t know exactly what to expect, but Max Brooks, the author, is obviously a fine writer. It’s a string of war memoirs like one might get on the World Wars, or any major sort of conflict. Excellent writing. I was especially touched with the section on the use if K-9s in the conflict. I won’t spoil it here, but it touched my heart.
A slightly more reasonable shift today. I napped, now I’m having a Manhattan. I dreamed I was back working at Dollar Tree, and everything was going to Hell. But it wasn’t Christmas Hell, so dream me was like “meh.”. I also talked to the parents. They had to update the will stuff after Sane Aunt Mary died. Their lawyer will send me some updated documents. After he finishes suing the local Catholic bishop.
Gordie is like that. that’s why one of his other nicknames ins “Attention Deficit Dog”
Lucky you. Mine is a buzzer that sounds like a teenager that’s just been told Mom is going to the mall with them, uuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Hope Shadow feels better soon, boofae.
As long as it’s not “Bless his heart”.
: clutches pearls over shoe’s social life :
The Grue would like that umbrella.
Sorta like The Altar Guild when the Fourth Sunday of Advent falls on the 24th(for the non Catholics: the little old ladies have about 2 hours to redecorate an entire church between Noon Mass and the 4 O’clock first Christmas Eve Mass)
I’m surprised that more Catholic parrishes aren’t samed after St.Arnold of Soissons
I’d prefer a zombie apocalypse. I could at least shoot the people causing the issues.