Does he require you to talk, too? My 1st-year French teacher did, and I learned a lot. When I got to 2nd year, we got a “traditionalist”: she talked and talked and wrote and said “copy this down” (or worse, wrote on the blackboard what we already had in our books/handouts) and talked some more, and we barely ever got to talk - I wasn’t sorry when a change in my work hours meant I couldn’t attend any more. Doggio, that sucks, take as needed: {{{{{{{{}}}}}}}}
gotty, yay for people who know how to do their jobs - specially jobs involving poking people with needles.
I broke up with my dentist today. I’ve been seeing him since the late 80s. He’s the best dentist I’ve ever experienced. But his office is the farthest from ADA accessible as an office can be. I’d dread going, not because it was a dental visit, but because the steps are steep, and the waiting room seats are low. The office manager said she understood, quite a few patients have moved on for that very reason. So now I have to go dentist shopping. Not looking forward to it, not at all.
Disabled-accesible construction has, for some reason, been very much in my mind for years. I’ve seen many places which had been built to be disabled-accesible but which, due to some design defect, weren’t.
I think I’ll go open a thread and see how many posts does it take to sink.
'Morning all. My back is acting up, so I’m irking from home today. It’s a cool 64 F out there this morning with a projected high of 76 F. The good news is autumn is coming and tomorrow’s projected high will be only 61 F. Jacket weather! Yay!
I was very sorry to hear about your fellow parishoner passing, swampy. Please accept my condolences.
I just finished off two croissant sammiches from the local Get-Go. One was bacon, egg & cheese and the other was ham, egg & cheese. Both had extra cheddar cheese. Yum. Tonite’s supper will be half a hoagie I picked up with breakfast. I feel like I’m livin’ in the tall cotton!
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’. YAWN 'Tis 64 degrees Amurrkin out with a predicted high of 94 instead of 96. It’s a cool down!
{{{doggio}}} hope everyone is feelin’ well today.
gotti appropriate/inappropriate appendages crossed the treatment works.
Nava forgot to say, sorry about the job in Chawklitland.
Thanks Brick. I need to rearrange my irk schedule so I can attend his funeral tomorrow at 11:00 a.m. Tonight is the visitation. Think I’ll swing by after Evening Prayer at the church house.
Rosie sorry about your dentist breakup but it’s understandable. You’d think with patients leavin’ due to his office bein’ non-accessible he’d be prompted to do sump’n about that.
Yay for bein’ official again BBBobbio!
Ok, now I go to seek more caffiene and feedin’ of rumbly tummy. Then, alas, irk purtification must commence. Home visits today.
Good morning. Today may be the last gasp of summer (I wish…) with temps in the mid-80s. Then a cold front slides on by and we’re looking at 70s and even 60s for highs over the next week. YAY!
{{{doggio}}} - I think you’ve had your share of crises for a while.
I never had a really good language teacher, but I have a good ear, so I’ve done well despite them. I’ve had a couple of real stinkos - a high school French teacher who was a sweet person but who had a lousy accent, and a college Spanish teacher whose class I audited for a very short time. He not only had a very thick Cuban accent (OK, first native speaker I had as a teacher) but he had a weird quirk of snorting/sniffing as he spoke - it was most distracting. The absolute worst was the grad student who taught the second semester of German - that bitch was awful!! And she was full of herself. She actually made me hate coming to class.
Maybe I’ll look into auditing a language class…
rosie, it’s funny - yesterday I was thinking how the worst thing about relocating is finding a new doctor, a new dentist, and a new mechanic. I’m on my 3rd family practice in 7 years, and I think I like this one. My dentist is OK - I’ve had better, but he’s close and they’re really good about sticking to schedule. My mechanics are the bestest evah!! I think when my car goes in for its next oil change, I’ll take them a batch of cookies. It’s important that they love me and take care of me.
Today is laundry day - yes, you read that right - laundry! Woohoo!! :rolleyes: **FCD **has a big presentation at work and he expects to be late tonight, so I’m not sure what to plan for supper. Not sure what else the day holds, but as you can imagine, the life of a retiree is non-stop thrills and excitement. No, really…
Up, caffeinated, off to all day meeting:rolleyes:, then irk. Everybody stay safe(that includes the cats, dogs, frogs, geckos, and assorted cold blooded pets).
Aw, Doggio, hope everything is smooth sailing from now on.
Up. Got some extra sleep this morning since my son had a planned delayed opening. I got up at 7 instead of 5! Yay! Busy, long day at work planned, so I need it!
Um, posting it now, but had an… interesting… experience down at the allotment last week. One of the plots opposite is owned by an older guy, who practically trims the grass with nail scissors, he’s down there quite a lot. As tends to happen, he’s got far too many courgettes (zucchini I s’pose for you, but I’m going to keep calling them what I call 'em), and had a big basket of 'em at the edge of the plot, saw me passing and yelled to help myself if I wanted some. As it happens, the slugs nommed all my plants when were babies this year, and I feel pathetic buying courgettes when I have an alloment, so I was quite happy to take a few.
As I was choosing which looked tasty, he walked over and started chatting about vegetables, as you do, and I suddenly realised his pants had a hole in the crotch. Not only that, but his… uhh… little friend… was poking out the hole :eek:
I think he realised I’d seen, though I tried damn hard not to react, 'cos he suddenly turned round and walked back down to the other end of the plot, mumbling something about marrows, but now I’m just a bit squicked out. I’ve see him down there quite a bit, though he’s not really spoken to me before, and he always wears those trousers! I’d noticed before, 'cos his plot looks really smart, he drives a really expensive motorbike and he always wears crappy old clothes.
And I foolishly told my housemate, so she’s been making suggestive courgette jokes all bloody weekend.
Where are you, Filbert? Asking because those allotments you mention sound like the little huertos back home, and I want to know where is it that they’re called allotments.
I got a flat in de capital of Espáin. Called up a couple of the places I’d viewed two weeks ago and which were still listed, but due to being self-employed they were asking for everything short of dental records - someone not self-employed would only be required to provide a copy of their last pay stub :mad: Went to see another one after asking what kind of docs would I need (a “funds guarantee” from my bank, he doesn’t care how much I make or how I make it so long as he gets this paper where the bank swears I can pay), liked it, should be able to move in next week. Yay!
And btw, I really, really, really wish that lists where countries are in alphabetical order did not ALWAYS follow the English order. España does NOT go after Solomon Islands, damnit! I think the EU is about the only organization which does not do this, everybody else seems to have just copied the same translated-from-English list. Makes me violent, it does.
At irk, which isn’t so bad cuz it’s Wednesday and I get to leave at 3 to go to therapy. Tonight I’m going to play with my horsie, maybe ride, maybe just brush him and stuff his face with carrots. Had my 6 month mammogram/ultrasound and YEAH, it shows no changes that are indicative of cancer at this time. (I had DCIS and radia-shun in early 2010). Lunch is Asian flank steak courtesy of the irk cafeteria. I’m dedicating myself back to Weight Watchers today so I’m going to pretend I can’t read the nummy descriptions of everyone’s din-din.
OK, first of all, why would I need a washpot when there are perfectly good rivers nearby? Sheesh, think before you post, swampy!
Secondly - first load is on the lines, second is in the washer. I’m all gussied up in red shorts, a blue t-shirt and some slip-on canvas shoes that are spotted with sheetrock mud. Oh yes, I am a vision!
Thirdly, well, I got nothing. I could be doing a few chores, but that doesn’t appeal to me in the least. So maybe the knit position??
