awake too early blurfage
Happy Sunday!
Still rainy here.
I have a big ol’ blurf.
Happy Sunday!
Breakfast is over, supper is in the crockpot (chili) and I’m fixing to get into the shower to go into Nashville for an orginizational meeting, with a quick meeting after for a committee that I serve on, then we’re all going to lunch.
We had a McBreakfast, then I ran to Food Lion for some eggs and a few other things. Shortly, I shall haul the dirty laundry downstairs so it can wash while I finish glazing. Good times. 
Continuing to pack for Phunfest. Found several pieces of Department 56 Halloween things I had almost forgotten we owned and getting them ready for the swap meet. Getting out our winter clothes and looking through them for likely ones to get rid of. Doing the rest as laundry. There is enough football on I can half watch to keep me occupied during the down times.
Sometimes our choice heading to history or amusement park events, we refer to that as “raiding the Highland camp”. 
Time for a break. I’ve spent the last 3 hours or so alternating between glazing and laundry. I have 3 critter jars left to decorate - two monsters and one pseudo-butterfly. That’ll be the easy one, the monsters may be more complex - we shall see.
**FCD **is snoozing, poor baby. His back is really bothering him today.
I’m waiting to hear back from a guy on craigslist who’s selling 100# of white clay for $40 - which is a good deal. To get the same amount from the place in Baltimore would cost $68, plus I’d have to drive to Baltimore.
The sun is peeking out again. I’ve got our jeans on hangers hanging outside. Whatever it was my MIL used to wash FCD’s jeans while he was visiting, it didn’t wash out and the perfumes have infiltrated my jeans now. Oh, how I hate scented laundry products!!!
Yep, it’s hard to be me.
I was at Mom’s today when her sister (Idiot Aunt) called, at what most people would consider a reasonable hour. Normally Idiot Aunt only calls at normal-person hours if there is something very unusual going on, like for example when her son shocked her by telling her he considers himself a Spaniard (she’s a xenophobic catalanist; by her ideology, his gf and best friend shouldn’t be living in Catalonia).
Grandma is in palliative care; maybe she’ll bounce back, maybe she won’t. Given that she may or may not turn 103 next November 1st, we reckon we can’t say “oh but so young!”
Nava I’m sorry to hear about your grandmother.
Mooomm Last year, after I was healed up from my broken ankle, I went and found my dog blankets. My husband had thrown them outside, where they had sat in an unloved, and unsheltered, pile for about 6 months. They were moldy, mossy, dirty, covered in spiders and generally disgusting.
I washed them in general laundry detergent and this stuff(although I can’t swear it had the febreeze in it. It got out everything, including the indescribable funk. There was a slight (very slight) soap odor, but it faded quickly. You might try it. We also use unscented shampoo, so we don’t like strong scents ourselves. I was just trying to get them clean enough to donate to a shelter. It worked so well we ended up keeping them.
I am feeling somewhat better today. My daughter continues to resist the plague. From the other ends of the house we are serenaded by hacking coughs. Ah, Fall!
It was pouring here this morning, but seems to have stopped for now. I will motivate to do something shortly. Really. Any. Second. Now.
I saw something I wanted on CL, called the guy & we were doing the where do you live game. Turns out his wife works about 2-3 miles from me but can he call back later as she’s putting the kids to bed. He never called back, I called him again about a week later (the ad was still up), left a VM but never heard back from him. I found the same thing, in better condition (basically returned opened but unused) for the same price at a store but why list something if you’re not going to try to get rid of it when you have an interested buyer? 
All the lawn dairy is done & put away. 
In other news, let’s have a Mumper moment of silence…& a hot dog in memory of Mr. Trentlage & the earworm he created for generations of people.
Nava, do you not know her real birthdate, or are you saying only if she lives that long?
Well, there is a bit of doubt about the birthdate (whether it was the 1st, when we normally celebrate it as it’s a holiday, or the 2nd - her father didn’t bother register her until the 12th), but I meant that apparently she’s unlikely to last the month.
But she’s been “hanging by a thread” for the last four years, sooo… we’ll know when we know. Upon hearing about the thread, Cousin Dee joked that it was likely to be shark-fishing nylon thread. One of the family’s in-jokes has become trying to identify the exact species; right now I think the money is on hammerhead.
This came up with my Dad because the courthouse had burned once and we had to fall back on other records; and he didn’t make that all that easy. With my Dad we knew the day and month but the year ----- I wanted to put “between 1921 and 1928” on his tombstone. That being what I thought Dad would have wanted, my mother insisted on a best guess. 
To get into the Chinese Air Force (don’t ask – a different story) and away from Grandpap and the coal mines, he and his siblings had the parish priest fudge a fake baptismal certificate making him older than he was. After the war, when he started working and talk was starting of a “mandatory retirement age” he went back to the same priest and got a new set of papers fudged making him younger than he was. That way, if he could and wanted to, he could work to an older age. So in the way of many things Dad and I have done in life, it kinda makes sense.
Once mother passes and if my brother passes before me ------------- I may just have to consider seeing if I can get away with my original idea. Know anyone who touches up granite? 
Oh, no, no, no; you don’t drop a bombshell like that (or mebbe he did, literally) & walk away. Just how/why did he join a foreign military?
Account reconciliation is now done & up to date in Quicken…so of course that means it’s time to pay bills & make more entries. :smack:
Seconded on the Chinese Air Force… :dubious:
I must go and do some things. I don’t want to go and do some things (laundry, unpack more boxes, shop the groceries). I want to stay and play on the intertoobs.
Sighs.
Just 10 more minutes.
ruble - save that Chinese Air Force story for the new MMP, since this one is almost done
I have done some of the laundry, ran a load of dishes, and shopped the groceries. Got home and was greeted by “did you get the snacks?” “Er, what snacks?” “Did you check the list?” “Well, no, since you said that you didn’t want anything.” :smack:
I guess I’m going back to the store. I am only going back to the store because they are sick and I am a soft touch. If they were not sick, I would remind DH where his car keys are. Sigh, and also, sigh.
I’ll start the new MMP with the story ------ sound like a plan?
I scored 100# of white clay for $40! Then we came home via Red Robin and got an instant $4 off - I love their loyalty club!
And I just finished glazing everything and the kiln is firing. I’s exhausted. I think I deserve some Tin Roof Sundae!
Then bed. *** MWAH!!***
Tony and I went to visit “our” eldest son this afternoon - the kid who bunker at our place for most of the summer before we married. He has bought his first house now, so we went to get the grand tour, and to see how much household crap he can come get out of storage after he finishes the remodel.
Back to town, bought groceries and picked up chicken and slaw and N.O.T. salad for dinner. Other Boy dropped by afterwards to help me fix the dishwasher. I paid him in groceries, and a sleeping bag - he plans to camp out tomorrow night for the Krispy Kreme grand opening, because why not? And on the one hand, I hated asking him to carve out the time to help me; but he needed to pick up the sleeping bag anyway, and didn’t have to go to the grocery store for himself. (Plus, I usually sneak a couple of little luxuries into the bag when I shop for him - the good, slightly-more-expensive peanut butter he really likes, or salmon fillets instead of talapia, etc. Makes him almost as happy as it makes me.)
Laundry and dishes await, though, plus nailing the kids to the bed - the school bus arrives early! (And it’s homecoming week, so the high school girl plans to dress the theme each day, and then dress up for the game Friday night. So we’ve spent the weekend putting together looks - nerd, fifties, character, and BlueOut, plus dress, shoes, and jewelry for Friday night. Still need something for one other dress-up day, but we’re about 4 days ahead of our usual prep!)
He didn’t want to hear your damn puns.
I have been changing the 75 gallon marine tank to fresh water for the Discus Project. Moved the occupants to the 90, cleaned, cleaned and cleaned. Filled and drained, filled an drained.
I took apart and cleaned the canister filter, a Fluval that Mrs. Plant (v.3.0) got when she bought a used tank.
It is set up without a substrate and a piece of driftwood. I will run the canister filter for a week or two, take it apart and clean it again. I’ll put some Heterandia formosa in and see if they live. I have a lot of them.
Look how big this guy’s di…gonopdium is.
Another long day, but I’m mostly ready for inventory.
I’m thinking Flying Tigers.
Congrats on the clay score, Moooommmm!