Amen to that, brotherbear! I managed to sleep most of 7 hours till MamaNature decided to loose the precip noisily on all of the leaves surrounding my house! I figure I can grab a nap this afternoon and survive most of the night.
**MamaTigs ** - I’ve never had to do this before in this job, but it’s a periodic training fiasco and my number came up. It’s a 2-week evolution and my coworker and I are sharing night duties - I do one week, he does the other. I hope this doesn’t happen again, but the nature of the job dictates that, well, who knows? Over the last 33+ years, I’ve done more than my share of late shifts. It’d be really nice if this was the last time.
So, yeah, I’m up. I’m hungry. I’ve got a the last of the laundry in the washer. I may play with clay a little later. But for now, I need to forage.
I’ve done too many late nights, too, when I have an overnight job. I refuse to pull complete all-nighters any more, but last year I did crank out 160 pages of transcript between 2 pm one day and 8 am the next morning, with a nap break from 4-6 am. That was when I drew a new line for myself: I’m too old to be pulling that kind of crap! So now I severely limit how much I take on when it involves late nights. Working till 2 am is fine; working till 4 am is the absolute maximum. Between 2 and 4, my night owl second wind vanishes, and apparently at my age I’m no longer getting a third wind.
You still iron, though? I just pull stuff out of the dryer when it’s about 95% dry and hang it up – almost nothing we own requires ironing beyond that, and what does (Papa Tigs’ dress shirts) go to the cleaner. I refuse to iron on any kind of regular schedule any more. My dad used to insist on his shirts being ironed with no crease in the sleeves :dubious:, not to mention all his hankies had to be ironed, and my mom got sick of it early and dumped it on me when I was about 10. So I served my time in my youth, thank you very much!
Some of our stuff comes out of the dryer wrinkly - especially some of FCD’s shirts. And some of mine get weird around the button/buttonhold plackets. You can’t just press one small part, so the whole shirt gets ironed. Usually we iron when we want to wear a specific garment, but since I had to keep myself awake…
When I was a kid, the first things we learned to iron were pillowcases and handkerchiefs. Eventually, I worked my way to “freshening up” my dad’s suits and even his tuxedo. I was quite proficient with an iron and a pressing cloth. It served me well in boot camp, but in subsequent years, I ironed less and less. Pillowcases? hah! Hankies? Don’t own any. Suits? Yeah, right. But certain shirts and pants need a little help.
Cornflakes are boring. I need real food. Wish I had some in the house. Wonder if the pizza fairy will visit??
Count me among the people that intensely dislike yap-yap dogs. One of my neighbors has a little dog that just will not shut the hell up. She’s gotten better, but only because some of the neighbors said something to them. They’d take off all day and leave their dog out in the backyard. That stupid dog barks if the wind changes direction, I swear!
Boo on the night shift thingie FCM. I have been extremely fortunate in my just under 24 year government career to have only worked Monday through Friday day shifts. I’m hoping it keeps up for the next thirteen years. I’ve worked some Saturdays, but that was OT.
Sigh, tomorrow I must return to work. I didn’t win the lottery and my vacation is over. I really don’t want to go.
I iron clothes most everyday. I don’t always get to the dryer in time to prevent wrinkling. Even some of the clothes that must air dry, require a quick touch up with the iron. Which reminds me, I should iron some things so I’m ready for work tomorrow.
It’s raining today. It started raining yesterday. Funnily enough, it started just after I washed the kitchen floor. It never fails; I wash the floor and it rains and the dog tracks dirt, bark, and grass in. Arrgh.
Other than possibly going to the grocery store for some soda because I never made it yesterday, I think today will be spent relaxing and doing some laundry.
The visit with our friends last night was nice. We played two rounds of Outburst, guys against girls, and we girls kicked ASS. We had a couple, few beers and visited, and enjoyed each other’s company.
Well, guess I’ll cruise through the Dope for a bit.
I spent the morning in bed, reading The Princess Bride. I’ve never read it–just seen the movie countless times. It’s good.
It rained again this morning–I did some gardening in the rain yesterday afternoon. Yay for rain, so that I don’t have to water. I moved some rudbeckia, replanted some bulbs I dug up upon transplanting the rudbeckia, planted a pretty day lily and some white coneflower. I still need to move some hasta (they’re getting sun scald now that this one tree is gone), and rebuild the second half of the dry creek bed that I started but then came down with pneumonia so never finished.
I am thinking of fasting today-I’ve been eating like a fine young pig lately and I need to lose 10 pounds, dammit. I am not hungry, so no food for now.
My grandma used to embroider pillowcases and dresser scarves. I still have a couple of each; in fact, I’ve just removed the dresser scarf from my dresser for washing. The dresser scarves are old enough they’re 100% cotton and need ironing, but at least Grandma switched to permanent press pillowcases toward the end! But yeah, pillowcases, hankies, things like that, and worked my way up to my dad’s shirts.
snowbunny and I are still gloating that while she was visiting her brother, he was uncomplainingly ironing his uniforms for work. Bwah and hee hee hee! This is Mr. I-Don’t-Care-How-Wrinkled-My-Clothes-Are until the Air Force got their hands on him. To snowbunny’s credit, she neither said anything nor snickered at him. I’m not sure I could have managed that much self-control; I probably would have had to go hide in the bathroom and collapse in hysterics!
It’s raining just a wee bit here. Hopefully it’ll rain a bit more; a nice soaking rain would be nice. With our luck, those 20 drops were all we’ll get, though.
That’s it exactly - the kitchen fridge is the big, giant black, fancy pants side by side. The Beer Fridge only needs to be one thing: cold. So it’s your basic Kenmore, white plug & play model.
**Tigs **-- yeah, I’m pretty glad my Military Profession makes me a behind-the-liner, yet had fate ordained otherwise and I had been sent elsewhere when I was drafted… well, such would have been the case. We all (mostly) do what we have to do, here.
I’m tired. I think there’s not enough oxygen in the air in the Air Force HQ bunkers… this seems to happen every time I go there for extended hours. I used to be able to spend full days down there, too… it’s either age, being out of practice, or, most likely, both.
FCM, good job staying up that late! I wish I had that kind of schedule, actually. I think I’m a night person trapped in a morning person’s life Left to my own devices, I tend to stay up until about 2-3 AM, then wake up at 9-10 in the morning.
Of course, with a day job, three kids and two dogs… who am I kidding? So I force myself to bed by midnight most nights, sleep fitfully for a couple of hours, wake up at 3 AM, go get a drink to break the pattern, then finally feel ready for real sleep and drop into deep slumber. Until the clock throws me out of bed at 7 AM. Sometimes I think I’m perpetually sleep-deprived…
Back from errand-running and late lunching. I’ve got a pile of unders and other white stuff to fold, and I think I’m going to change the sheets on the bed, but till I strip the bed, I can say that all of our laundry is clean!! I even had enough work rags and clay towels to run a load of grubby stuff. So no more little pile on the floor waiting to grow into a big enough pile. YAY!
**FCD ** is in his shop making me an extruder. It’s actually a big caulk gun and a hunk of 2" PVC pipe and whatever other stuff he needs to make it work. He’s going to make me several dies so I can do little round stuff, bigger round stuff, oval stuff, rectangular stuff, and whatever shape I decide I need to have extruded. A real, honest-to-goodness clay extruder runs several hundred $$, but he’ll probably be able to put this together for around $10. Granted, it won’t handle as large a load of clay, but it’ll do what I need it to do - what more can a person ask?
Once I fold the last of the clothes and feed the critters, I think I may try to catch a little nap. I need to head out the door at 9, so if by some miracle I fell sound asleep, I could stay abed till 8:30. But that ain’t gonna happen. Still, an hour long snooze would be nice. Luckily, it’s overcast, so it’s semi-dark in the bedroom, which should help.
I know how to iron, I just don’t do it often. Most everything we have comes out of the dryer wrinkle free, and I do make sure to get to the dryer on time. Another reason I don’t have to do much ironing is the U.S. Army - they taught Mr. SCL how to iron very well, thank you, so he does his own if it needs it. And he even does mine if I have something with pleats! (I think it has been years since I had anything with pleats.) Ironing the pockets of BDUs to the satisfaction of sadistic drill sargeants teaches wonderful ironing skills!
Well, I kind of expected it and it happened; my sleep schedule is messed up. That always happens when I am stressed or upset, so I am not surprised. I’m back to sleeping two hours at a time, which doesn’t give me any really restful sleep.
Yikes Snakes. Here’s hopin’ your sleep schedule gets back on track soon. This has been a week for messed up sleep schedules in the MMP.
Ok, I have the MMP already to go for tomorrow. It shall be up by five a.m. my time, I promise.
We’ve had pool time and now ol’ y’all know who is at his place doin’ some laundry, poor thang. We’re both still kinda full from eatin’ a big lunch at the good Chinese place. We discussed the idea of goin’ to get sump’n to eat a little later. We shall see. Maybe I’ll just go over to his place for a bit and “appreciate” him some.
I take it the mortorboat is new. What a lovely idea.
Sorry about all the messed up sleep schedules. Must be because I’m finally getting back to my normal one.
Glad you had fun, Nava. Have a nice rest of your vacation.
I never learned to iron very well. Grandma taught me to iron, but I never got lots of practice. I try to buy things that require as little ironing as possible. Things that I own that need ironing are the ones I wear the least.
Met up with the little brother, niece and nephew at Caesar Creek State Park and looked for fossils. It was fun, if a bit hot. After that, we had ice cream.
I need to put recycling out and figure out what I need to do before the work week starts over.
Today must be my lucky day. I dropped my laundry off and they said we have your bag from before. My laundry bag, which disappeared in January and I though was gone forever.
Then I went to Kaiser to pick up my OTC allergy meds (100 days supply at Kaiser vs. 30 day supply at Target for the same price? No contest.) There were about 20+ people in line, so I grab my stuff and resign myself to a long wait. 30 seconds later - Any OTC only? That’s me. So I skipped to the head of the line (to the audible grumbling of the people in front of me) and was in and out in 3 minutes.
Then I went to Trader Joe’s and they weren’t sold out of everything for a change.
I could have sworn I posted in your Pit thread, rigs, but for some reason my post didn’t appear. I just commented that your mites sound like chiggers that approach from a different direction. Chigger bites can itch for up to two weeks, but when I lived in Texas we used to deal with 'em by dabbing a dot of nail polish over the entry hole. It worked surprisingly well, blocking their air supply. Of course, the best solution was to prevent them altogether with (of all things) powdered sulfur on your legs. I wonder if your mites would be susceptible to nail polish.
Okay, people, I need good thoughts/prayers/RAIN! Not that you can do the third, but I still need it. Badly. There is a nasty wildfire just a few miles west of me, and there’s a lot of wind today; the smoke is getting pretty horrible, and while they haven’t started evacuations yet if this keeps up I suspect they will. I do have somewhere to go, but dammit…this is scary. I’m told that they haven’t actually evacuated Ketchum in the last twenty or so years, but I’m not sure how close a fire has gotten in that time either.
At least I don’t have to be pissed off at some asshole who started it by burning trash or something (another one farther away was) since lightning did it. That sucks, but at least it just…happens.
Otherwise everything is fine, but for some reason I’m scared.
First you freeze and now Wyoming (or is it Idaho-I forget) is gonna roast you?
Ye gods.
The motorboat–apparently we must be white trash or else the husband is not happy. I have made no comment. Not sure what to say–or that I’ll say too much.
Just back from school shopping for #1 son-the shoe store is closed! The nerve. But we got everything else, so all he needs are shoes.
I think I may watch The Princess Bride tonight while I clean out desk drawers–it sounds productive.
