Not necessarily - deer are sneaky, evil critters bent on bending vehicular parts! Yes, I’ve had venison encounters… twice. Stooopit deer!
Back from the convenience center. All the laundry is now hanging out to dry. I hosed out the truck bed (one of the trash bags leaked a stinky fluid) and I watered all the planters on the front porch. Then I coiled the hose tidily!
In about 20 minutes, I’m going to make myself some lunch. After that, I think I’ll saddle up ol’ John Deere and make a few turns around the back yard. No, I don’t know where all this energy has come from. It’s beginning to scare me!!!
I think it means that there are mousies around. I’m not very good at this omen stuff.
I should probably be properly getting on with my first assignment, but I’ve got lots of bits of admin stuff that’s been building up (post move stuff mainly), so I’m trying to get all that done instead. The student procrastination doth begin early…
Supervisor: “That’s it!” 30 minutes and hundred of bags pass
Coworker: “I thought he said that was it?”
Me: “Maybe he meant his sanity?”
But not a bad day otherwisw
As it should be. (“Should” is a powerful, and dangerous, word.) Glad y’all both got some damn sleep.
Wow, I have really been in my own little bubble. Sorry! Frankly, I got most of my news listening to NPR while driving to work, but lately have switched to classic rock stations, because the news has been depressing the hell outta me.
Didn’t know we were doing the “gov’t shut down” dance. Again.
Thanks for reminding me. I gotta get on that today, too.
Sometimes, people come through for ya.
I really oughta wash some dishes and/or deal with bed sheets, before I go into work for an evening/close shift tonight.
Didn’t wanna.
So I put on clothing sufficient for Wal-Mart and got necessary supplies (drinking water, wet wipes, cheese, protein shakes) and less-necessary supplies (cat treats, scissors, a pumpkin to carve for seeds to roast) and have also scooped the litter box, by means of productive procrastination.
Tossed some of the brand-new fresh treats for Monkey to chase, and gently set some within paw’s reach for Nikki cuz she’s having a lazy old-lady moment in the sunshine.
Now, do I:
Wash dishes?
Bed sheets/laundry?
Existing cross-stitch project(s)?
Start ANOTHER hoop, just cuz I can?
Next rat tub?
I wish I had time AND ENERGY for 6.) All of the above.
(But I did pay off rent. So that’s one big - and very time-sensitive - chore outta the way.)
Was a chilly 50 degrees at the park.
The dogs are enjoying the cool weather. Even Ripple was out running with the pack for a bit.
We were happy to see the rottie who was in the fight yesterday came back today. He is such a sweet dog. His owner had his hand bandaged but says he is okay.
Poor Echo got bopped on the nose today. Remus’s dad was trying to get her and Remus to play tug-o-war with the frisbee. Remus had it and his dad was tugging on it towards Echo. When Remus let go, Echo got bopped. She ran and hid under me. Later she went out to play with Remus and Bandit, but Remus cowers away from her. I know if we could get them to play together, she’d stop going after him.
Don’t know how my ex-neighbor’s niece’s husband is, he hadn’t heard. However, he was awake and talking when he was airlifted to a hospital in Va. That sounds promising.
I didn’t think you were bragging Unknown, if you know people, you know them.
My son doesn’t have any contact with his father’s side of the family, so I always forget that his uncle is a well-known soccer player, if you are into soccer. We’ve met him and he seems to be a nice man.
My government job was the worst I ever had for sexual discrimination and harassment.
I had a boss walk up behind me, reach around and grab my chest.
I was told that even though I was the better worker and had a better record, my boss had to recommend my male co-worker for a job over me because he was a man and would have to support a family one day while I as a woman would just have babies and stay home.
I was told multiple times by multiple men that a woman’s place was in the kitchen or the bedroom, and that it was okay for women to do jobs like secretary or data entry, but only men could do the ‘real’ jobs. If women came in late, we would get written up because it was probably for something stupid like we had to redo our hair or makeup, or we got a run in our stockings. The men were never written up if they were late, it was because it was something legit, like they had a flat tire.
When I reported my male boss because he picked me up and slammed me into a chair, threatened to beat me up because I was working too fast and making him look bad, I was told I was an hysterical female.
I got written up because my male co-workers didn’t know how to do my job and I was supposed to teach them. Even though they didn’t want to learn it. Then I got written up for not knowing how to do their job, even though they refused to teach me.
My experience with government irk, nope would never go back.
The corporate world has its problems, but I never had to put up with anything like that. Even the company that still had ‘file clerks’ to entertain the out-of-town business men wasn’t that bad.
Sadly, it’s become the norm in recent decades. I was always in an essential job, so it never affected me, but others were not so fortunate. Even if they eventually got paid, missing the regular check when you plan for it can be ever so slightly stressful…
Think how accomplished you’ll feel when these are done!
FCD said he wanted a burger for lunch, so we went to Red Robin. Then he ordered a pizza instead. Men - sheesh! I got a shroom/swiss burger and cut it in half because TOO MUCH!! And I virtuously had broccoli as my side. Not a bad lunch.
And I just finished cutting the back yard grass. Maybe tomorrow, I’ll push-mow the ditch. We shall see. For now, chillage shall ensue till I have to take down the laundry. I think I earned a break.
First of the month and the datalanche has started.
I put that TV and DVD player The Missus wants to sell, on Craigslist.
I lit the candle lantern yesterday morning due to the power outage. Someone – not pointing any fingers, but I know it wasn’t me – seemed to have knocked it over at some time in the past, spilling wax inside of it. I’ve melted the wax out of it, washed it, and will put a new candle in it today. Then back onto the shelf until next time.
Mrs. L.A. is pulling out the Halloween decorations. She’s put the howling dog skeleton in the yard. I guess I’ll have to get Monty, shown here with the late Tonka and the late Creamsicle, out and put him on the lawn.
At lunch, FCD broached the subject of taking a cruise. There’s no way we can get one before Toby’s arrival because of therapy and Roxy-wrangling schedules. And doing something before Christmas can’t be planned if he decides to do his second knee on Dec 3 as scheduled (he was wavering a bit for a while.)
So, on April 22, we shall sail from Baltimore to Charleston, SC, Port Canaveral, FL, and 2 stops in the Bahamas. Chances are we’ll never get off the ship, or if we do, we’ll just walk around a little then reboard. We already did this cruise, altho with Miami included. I did like Charleston, and I may look for something we can do there. Port Canaveral is in the middle of nowhere, but it’s Florida - been there, done that - meh. We spent 2 days in Nassau last time - it sucked. The other stop will be Coco Cay, Royal Caribbean’s private port. That might be worth walking around. We shall see.
We went with an oceanview room because a balcony room was more than twice as expensive. We purchased the travel insurance, so the most we’ll lose is the cost of the policy, should something prevent us from going. So huzzah! it’ll be our first vacation since Dec 2019, and we’re more than ready!
Turns out I was supposed to pick up Roxy today because my daughter was getting her COVID booster. Except yesterday, I sent her a calendar with all the days I thought I was supposed to pick her up this month. She said it was correct. She neglected to check this week. But the school wasn’t too upset that she was late - their daycare hours run later than the school hours.
Meanwhile, I’ve taken down the laundry and it’s ready to be put away, once FCD gets up from his snooze. I think I’ve earned some knit time.
Oh, the government isn’t shut down. We have a CRA, or continuing resolution authority, which basically funds agencies at prior year levels until Congress can get their stuff together and pass a full year FY 22 appropriations bill. So, we will go through this crap all over again the first week of December when they will actually pass a bill, another CRA, or shut down.
Besides just messing with people’s livelihoods, it’s a total time suck preparing for shut down. There is a bit of work involved and really is a waste of resources that could have gone to doing real work and performing the agency mission.
Accomplished KP, making the bed, finishing the laundry, vacuuming, sweeping, mopping and grocery shopping. For good measure, I took Nelson to the dog park before hitting the drive thru at Panera for a salad and a cookie (they forgot to put the oatmeal raisin cookie in the bag [thanks nellie for flinging a craving on me], so I called and they put me on the manager’s list for my cookie and a bonus sweet treat).
I pulled out the lawn chair at the dog park, given that it was 90F and I wanted to sit in the shade. I also wanted to avoid the woman on the bench. I like her dogs, but she could talk the hind legs off a jackass. She’s forever going on about all of her bad luck / choices / decisions being someone else’s fault and frankly, I don’t wanna hear about it. But she has nice doggos.
Does a home made brownie and ice cream qualify as a meal? Asking for a friend. Dunno if I want to go through the bother of warming turkey and gravy. Feeling down and un-motivated.
Did attain shelves, without having to draft DH. Seems like when I hit the “this isn’t working” point, sleeping on it and coming back the next day inspires the project to start behaving for me. DH did even agree to pitch some broken items I suspect he’d kept thinking they could be fixed. He’s apparently realizing he’s not going to get around to doing so. Still need to do battle over the elderly, non-working PCs, but that’ll be another day. Pain from just below waist down back to hip joint dictates at least an intermission while the NSAIDs kick in, then I’ll resume attempting some semblance of organized in there.
@Paintcharge, I suppose ice cream has SOME protein, but in my experience more protein helps when I’m stressed or feeling unwell. Nuking some turkey and gravy may well be worth it.
Well I don’t have a nuker, haven’t had one since about 2004. But I did hot some up on the stove top, add in a toasted piece of bread and some cranberry sauce, turned out pretty good.
Debating my own dinner options. More pizza would be redundant, not sure I want to bother with anything more advanced than heat & serve, if that. Might just go with that nice thick peach Noosa yogurt in the fridge. Trust me, I do not run a calorie deficit most days (sigh).
and got necessary supplies (drinking water, wet wipes, cheese, protein shakes) and less-necessary supplies (cat treats, scissors, a pumpkin to carve for seeds to roast) and have also scooped the litter box, by means of productive procrastination.
