{{{wiki}}} Can the lab at your PCP draw your blood a couple of hours before your appointment? When I’ve been forced to take an appointment later than 8:30 AM, I have the labs done early.
Welcome back herald! I occasionally tune into Time Team on the weekend for binge watching… It’s an interesting show.
Speaking of anvils, my dad still has one in his shop. It’s mounted on a 2.5 foot section of tree trunk. When I was a kid, I asked him what one of the tools was (it was kind of a wedge shaped blade inserted into the square hole of the anvil). He showed me how it was for cutting metal, but it was dull. The metal flew up and hit me in the arm. I still have a scar on the inside of my right arm near the elbow.
Irked and was impressed at the weekend guy’s progress in my absence. I didn’t come into nearly the mess I thought I would. One of our L2 analyst who has been mostly working from home now has the same crud that I’m getting over. She was in for a while right before I caught it, so I’m blaming her (she has kids going to school in person). Tomorrow will still be a busy day though. After irk, I voted and dropped the Halloween cards in the mail. Now for chillage in the studio.
Evening all. Arranged a scrimmage game for my 10U, then had to move fields at the last minute because Parks and Rec closed my usual field. Still managed to get 8 of 10 boys there and we won 2-0, so a successful night. The King of Burgers is feeding me right now as I type, so it will be assimilated soon.
Sunny, welcome home and hope the temperatures drop to something reasonable (got to 73F today and at 7pm it was 63F, heading for a low of 55 tonight).
Shoe, read your rant, I’d be looking for other employment if anything comes available. Sounds like they don’t know (or don’t care) about the value of good employees.
Miss Owl, see what happens in the next couple of ‘dates’
Sari, yeah for the tub solution.
talky, as long as you don’t hear him say, “oh, MERDE”, things will have gone well. And good on girl-unit for getting the cast off.
FCM, has the dresser been fetched?
OK, the Whopper has been assimilated and internettin’ and readin’ are now in session. All y’all have a good evening.
herald!!! Good too see you about. Some good TV out there, just finding it is the problem these days.
Warning: rant ahead. I walked the 2.1 miles to the P.O., got the food processor (Sure looks like it would’ve fit into the mail bin to ME.), and carried it the 2.1 miles home. My back is killing me. Doggio, I have walked 2.1 miles in your shoes, which, by the way, are too big for me. Does that get me anything?
I’m trying to decide which form of liquid painkiller (aka alcohol) would work best. I’ve already taken 2 naproxen.
Sunny, damn that roller coaster you’re on is rough. Don’t feel bad about bursting into tears. I’m sure the docs are used to much worse. I wish I could do more than offer {{{{Butters}}}}
Miss Owl, I was going to tell you OK, he’s in the Friend Zone, but then that kiss. Frankly, if I were you I’d either slow my expectations or bail. He sounds like a wonderful lad, but he’s been through some trauma and is confused. I was in a relationship with a man whose wife had committed suicide after 25 years of pain. Before I came along (a year after she died), he’d been in a relationship with a woman who wanted to “make it official” via social media. He was too confused to question it but later realized he wasn’t ready. Moral of the story: you and your gentleman caller are both emotionally labile. If you can focus on the friendship, the most important part, that’d be safest.
Shoe, agree with MetalMouse. Cannabis sales are booming during COVID. If your company is cutting your hours, time to look elsewhere. An experienced budtender should be able to find work.
talky, hope you at least got some mousse out of the deal.
Thanks, y’all. I’m gonna (force myself to) ride out this week. I’m not the only pissed off hombre in town - shitty of me, I know, but I’m basically in “wait’n’see” mode regarding one or two others. Then I’ll take their hours.
Yeah, I’m ruthless like that.
Meantime, I dunno, I haz an uneven. Rats are fed, kitchen is clean… so I headed out to the corner store for a pint of hooch (yeah, yeah) and just … kept driving. Wound up ten miles down the highway before I turned around.
In my defense, the radio was rockin’ Nirvana, then Pete Seger.
Good thing DH is present to make up my apparent brainpower deficit today. Had major trouble setting the oven to properly preheat for a frozen pizza, and I’ve been using this oven since we moved into this apartment eight years ago!
Minor squirrel run to Costco (there’s a Business one near DH’s current irk), since I was getting worried about the state of supplies at some grocery stores I’d been in over the weekend. I think I feel adequately supplied now, with the possible exception of thinking more reserve supplies for the Princess and a certain featherhead would be good.
Wow, liquid painkiller plus NSAIDs really work! I feel much better. I’m now trying to come up with names for an alcohol-based pain reliever: Vodkaaaah. Grain Reliever. Tequilache.
shoe, nothing like a what-the-hell drive past city limits. And, I mean, Nirvana and Seeger, you couldn’t NOT keep driving.
And another waking-at-2-freekin’-30-in-the-AM, dammit. It’s gonna be a long day…
But critters have been tended, I’m showered, dressed, fed, and caffeinating with a timer set to remind me to fetch the toddler.
MetalMouse - the dresser is sitting in the garage on a furniture dolly. It needs a good scrubbing, and the top should be sanded and refinished, but not for now. With luck, I can clean it while Roxysaurus is napping. Other wise, it’ll get done tomorrow.
Taz got out last night when FCD was calling Higgs in. Lucky for us, he’s a wuss when he gets out and tends to hunker down within 20 feet or so. I went thru the garage and caught him at the bottom of the deck stairs. Since he’s an indoor cat, he gets overwhelmed when he gets out, which was good, since it was quite dark in the yard, even with the spotlights turned on. He tried again this morning to escape the same way, but I was too quick for him. Stoopit cat.
I’ve read the whole thread, but haven’t retained much, so let’s just have a group hug and some happy thoughts to start the day! {{{Mumpers, all}}}
It’s a nice 54 degrees outside, supposed to be cloudy with a high of 61.
No park today, I have too much to do, and am getting too stressed over all of this.
One, I like plans and I like things to go as planned.
Two, I like routine and anything that disrupts my routine upsets me.
Three, I hate having people in my house, it never seems clean enough to me for people to come over.
Four, I hate disorder. I should have taken a picture of the hall closet before taking everything out, because everything fit before and I knew where everything was. I can’t remember how it was and it’s like playing a game of tetris putting it all back. I should probably throw a bunch of the stuff out, or donate it, or something. I have way too many towels. I’m pretty sure I will never have to buy another towel in my life.
Happy thought for the day… my son has been wonderful through all of the this. He is doing more irk than I am, and not bitching about it either. He’s already planning to vacuum my bedroom after the furniture gets moved, and I didn’t even have to ask him.
Well howdy there Internet People, to quote my current favorite YouTuber. I caught a few cat naps today, but baby has been so unhappy, read that as screaming and flailing. She began her third month last Sunday, and I think she is having a growth spurt. My daughter never babysat or hung out with little kids, so tonight I reminded her that she needs to try and get some more formula into baby, not to forget to offer her water, and I have decreed that baby gets a bedtime bath every night. They are both asleep now. I am recovering from another low blood sugar episode, and if I even try to sleep now my bladder will wake me up in an hour or so. So, here I am.
I have some yarn to make a blanket for the babbie, I think I will start it later. It’s soft, I think it’s acrylic with enough alpaca to keep it from being scratchy. My hands are so wonky now, so I am going to just do a simple Mile A Minute crochet blanket. I can’t keep calling her baby, and since we are using Roxy’s name I guess I can use Róisín’s. I may refer to her as Rosie or my Rosebud, as that is what her name means (Little Rose) both for my late gramma and also for our late Rosie. This baby, she is the very image of her mother when she was a baby, the only feature I can see of her dad are her eyebrows. She has the most enchanting smiles.
I want to thank everyone who reached out, I got teary several times today, and I broke down sobbing in the shower, but I made it through another day, woot. We voted, another woot. Huh, I just looked to my right, and apparently if you put an asterisk in front and behind a word/words, they turn into italics. I need to start a cheat sheet. Or learn to code.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN 'Tis :: snerk :: 69! :: snerk :: Amurrkin out and cloudy with a predicted high of 85 and cloudy with possible rain this afternoon. We shall see. The big plan of the day is laundry. I also need to make a run to the pharmacy to pick up meds. Sup shall be Tacos, rice, and refried beans. OLÉ! Fartfest to follow.
Now I need more caffeine and to feed rumbly tummy. Also, since I shall need to go forth into the public I suppose I shall purtify and don appropriate attire. Woe and bother!
Afternoon, mumpers! It’s grey and drizzly again here today, typical autumnal weather in my bit of the world. Busy day trying to prepare for our postgrad exam board tomorrow because the person who would normally do it is off this week. I’m moderately pissed off about it, the board should have been last week but they bumped it to this week, but several of the postgrad team had booked leave (it’s our school half-term holiday, they’ve got kids). It should just be a case of chasing up final missing marks but there are a couple of students in the mix who have complicated records and of course that lands on my desktop.
However, 'tis lunchtime. I have a choice of leftovers from the last couple of days, and 'im indoors is threatening to make bogging samosas. He made the filling for them on Sunday but left it too late to cook them, which he needs to do because the pastry has been in the fridge for a while too and it needs to be used up. He keeps telling me they’ll be bogging. It’s a Scottish thing.
Speaking of whom, she’s so full of energy but it’s wet and chilly out, so I can’t take her to the playground to run off any steam. We’ve been playing and drawing, then we had a snack and she’s now watching some nursery rhymes on TV. Daughter said she woke around 1, and she hasn’t been napping. She will nap today, tho. I have decreed so!
I need to pull something out of the freezer for supper, since we’ve eaten most of the leftovers. I’ve done some tidying, too, and I hung up one more picture. I think I could get more done if I could sleep a bit, but one can’t sleep with an active toddler up and about.
Mostly, tho, the dreary overcast seems to have sapped my energy. Stoopit weather.
I’m so ready to say fuck it and just get a walk in shower
which is probably the more sensible choice if I want to move anyway
Walk in tubs aren’t considered a good feature
Then again, I really don’t want to move.
I mean I’d like to have a house that is not a duplex, and a bigger yard would be nice
But I really really really don’t want to move.
Moving sucks
The house I like is still pending
and the one on Potomac just dropped in price, because while the house is beautiful, that part of town is not
So lawn/fence/bathroom guy is taking some stuff to the dump and when he gets back I’ll need to let him know
Start tearing out the molding around the bathroom door or take the tub back and buy a walk in shower
Or just replace it with another plain ole regular tub
Sorted. Alex Catt slept on me weird last night, I have a sore muscle in my leg/ glute. They replaced the HVAC unit yesterday. It’s now leaking.
One of mine, too. and {{{{hugs}}}} and woofs
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The mousse last night was delicious. I threw together some homemade whipped cream and we polished off the chocolatey deliciousness after I ran for a while. One thing I found dismaying was that after we’d finished the mousse, while I was in the shower my husband sat down with the entire remaining bowl of whipped cream and at that, too. Dangit - that was perfect for coffee! Oh, well - I’ve thrown caution to the wind and started buying tons and tons of whole cream so making more is easy.
I surprised myself by actually being in bed by about 10:30, so this morning was marginally less difficult. Coffee has ensued and so has breakfast, so I don’t feel like garbage, though I’d rather spend the day knitting on my couch than working and prepping for the upcoming oncology and radiology consults. Guess I can’t help that. I wish, wish, wish I could just hide from problems and they would actually go away.
Happy Tuesday all!
Gotta have a talk with my boss today. For the last two days I’ve been working by myself at a position that requires two people (at least), and I’m feeling ‘bout half-past dead, to quote one of my fave tunes. I’m going to tell him I’m not doing that job anymore without a second person. We’ll see how it goes.
I do feel bad for him as we’re short-staffed to begin with, and as parts of the zoo continue to reopen we’ll be stretched even thinner. We’re still figuring things out as we go along. And I hate to be the complainer; that is so not me. But I literally, physically cannot do this anymore. My hope is that he’ll be able to staff two people there every day, but the reality is more likely it’ll just be some other poor sap working there alone instead of me, which also bothers me. I gotta do what I gotta do though.
To all the rest of you going through stuff, hugs and good thoughts coming your way. Hang in there, everybody!
