Operation Stoopit Move In A Pandemic is still going. I’ve been trying to give the kitchen a proper clean today- at least the bits that aren’t immediately going to get grubby again.
Stuff was stashed in my former landlord’s garage yesterday, and the axolotl has a new home. I now just need to get rid of a small TV stand (it’s junk, can just take it to the tip) a sofa bed- which would fit in the car if the boot wasn’t refusing to open, and a bed, which would fit in the car, but not with everything else that needs to be in there when I head off. I’m not sure if I still have too much to fit.
I may have to ask the landlord if I can just leave the bed- it’s that or take it to the tip (even though it’s in good condition and I know people locally could use it, but I can’t get it to them) and then sleep on the floor until Friday.
Basically, on Friday, I will be teaching my last class for the college, online, from an empty flat, then immediately heading out to return the keys, and head off to stay overnight in Bristol. Unless I get screwed around even more by the lettings agency, I should be picking up keys for the new room on Saturday- given the opening hours of the assorted agencies, there is not enough time to drive between the two, hence the overnight.
I could really do with some of that boredom that’s going round.
Nut do you have Craigslist or Facebook classifieds or some other kind of online listing service? You could list things for free and they disappear really quickly.
Butters you are a very good Mumper. {{{hugs}}} I hope life gets easier soon.
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That recipe sounds delicious. It greatly resembles what is known in the barbecue community as a “fattie”. Prepared just as your described and placed in a wood fired smoker at 250f (120c) until it reaches 165f (74c) internal
Howdy Y’all! We deheathenated virtually, et N.O.L., I dusted and vacuumed, and nappage got achieved. Next up will be haulin’ the biiiiiiiiiiiiig trash can all the way down to the road for pickup tomorrow. I have stuff to read over/digest before tomorrow’s Vestry meetin’. I suppose I should do that.
Happy Birthday to Boo
We like you, it’s true.
If you give us some ca-ake,
We’ll stop singing to you.
(And we’re off keeeeeey!)
I read this morning that getting up and moving around for two minutes an hour helps preserve memory and brain function. Someone remind me in an hour, OK?
I finally got to sleep, though I can’t tell you what time. I put in ear plugs and could still hear them. I’d politely introduce myself and ask them to be quieter, as MetalMouse suggested, but it’s a bit awkward since they’re not playing TV or music or running machines. “Excuse me, but you have VERY LOUD VOICES, so could you please whisper after 10 PM?” I dunno. I’m hoping they have jobs that require them to get up early, or even better, that this was somehow moving-related.
Bob2, I will say this about the scary stuff happening here this past week: if it can happen here, it can happen anywhere. The nationalist fervor, the conspiracy theories, the distrust of factual evidence and of the media are all rising elsewhere, too. I wish I could reassure you.
swampy, the 20th seems like a good day for a colonoscopy in that you’ll be asleep for part of the day and breaking your fast for another part, so you’ll miss any, uh, shenanigans. I’ve never been this nervous about an inauguration.
BooFae, the meatloaf sounds delicious. Let us know how it turns out. I suspect the cream cheese will melt into the mince mixture, but who cares? Yum is yum!
What are bacon “medallions” please and thanks? Are they like bacon strips … what I think you Brits call a “rasher” perhaps?
Work was awesome, because I worked with friggin’ grown-ups today. We all knew that going in, too. (“Oh, thank gawd it’s you … and YOU! today!”) If the schedule stays consistent, then Sundays are my absolute favorite day now.
I called us the “No-Bullshit Team.”
Had to stop for kitty kibbles and litter on the way home. Bought a new catnip toy for Monkey and a rotisserie chicken for myself while I was at it.
Big trash bin is already at the curb, but I’m sure I’ll gather some last-minute garbage to run out to it before bedtime.
Y’all have a good night, and I’ll see you in the new MMP tomorrow.
flyboy, I mis-wrote, it was the Catio Lounge. Similar business, but different locations. Basically, you can stop in for a cuppa Joe in the company of cats. They work with Metro Animal Control and have adoption events on a regular basis.
nellie, you’re not the only one nervous about the inauguration. I won’t breath easy until the Cheeto is out of office.
I went to 5 Below to find some little plastic basket-type bins for the studio. They didn’t have them. I have purchased them there and at Tar-jay in the past and neither currently have them). I cruised through Fat Mo’s for a burger for supper and it was good. There was enough for lunch tomorrow if I make a side salad.
Evening all. The Browns just went ahead 28-0 in their football game with the Steelers. Given the Brown’s history in the past 20-years, I am taking nothing for granted, but…wheeeeeeeeee. (Born and raised in Northern Ohio, as you might guess).
Otherwise not much accomplished today outside of puzzle-solving and paper-reading (and lots and lots of SDMB reading). Chance of snow tomorrow.
FCM, had to look up Carhatt, only store in Ali-bama is down in Selma so never heard of them. Looks like they market to the same folks as Duluth Trading (we have one of those).
If it be BBBoo’s birthday, then I trust it was a happy one with your granddaughter.
Nut, hope everything works out for your move and Murphy becomes confused and ends up in Hammersmith (nothing against Hammersmith, just thought it was a neat name).
Butters, take care of yourself and you are never a bad Mumper.
FCM, bob the second, years ago I took a 1-day trip to Paris on the Eurostar, probably spend about 4 hours in the City, all I concluded was that the food cost to muc and they had too many French people there…
OK, need to finish internettin’ and go back to not watching (just peeking) at the Browns (maybe if they get ahead 42-0 I’ll believe they can win, but…
As a man who wore a hard hat for 48 years, I am a big fan of Carhartt. I have a two foot thick stack of their K87 tee shirts, a light, medium and heavy coat, bib overalls and lots of misc hats and gloves.
My husband is quite fond of Carhartt cargo pants for work. He used to get their long-sleeve work shirts, too, but they discontinued the one he really liked (he insists on LOTS of pocket space).
Chicken was yum. I’m rounding it out with a couple of crusty rolls and some smoked gouda (and a multivitamin) plus re-runs of “Third Rock From The Sun” courtesy of my DVD collection.
shoe, I was in a Wally World a year ago last Thanksgiving up at my dad’s because that’s where he wanted to shop. I hadn’t been in one for a decade and haven’t been in one since. I’m trying to stay out of overcrowded stores right now (5 Below wasn’t because I went there close to closing on a Sunday) and WalMart seems to always have a full parking lot. I may check them out online though.
I’m feeling much cheerier since talking to my kids. My son has a more optimistic take on things, which helped a lot.
Boo, tell us about your birthday. Did you get to spend time with Empress Harriet? Has cake played a role? Please share.
Butters, you are are not a bad Mumper. A bad Mumper would be someone who deliberately dragged others down, and you definitely don’t do that. You have permanent Good Mumper status, so no worries.
Drinking age was 18 when I turned 18. 21 was not such a magic number. But when I did turn 21, Carter was President, and I was stuck in West Texas working the graveyard shift in a convenience store. That was a few years before I got myself together, went to university and struck out into the larger world.
Spent the whole day with Harriet, the unparalleled. I’m too tired to type even semi-properly so more details with come tomorrow. Yes, cake was involved and Harriet sang to me and blew out my candle for me. A Schmoo cake from Whole Foods, gluten free ground pecans, whipped cream filling and garnish, caramel drizzle. She seemed to enjoy having a birthday for Grandma to fete. When I asked her how old I was now that she had blown out my candle, she firmly said “10”. I’ll take it.
Thank you for all the birthday greetings and songs (I love them). You’ve made it a happy, special day.
The Instant Pot roast turned out fine, so leftovers become a dinner option for a few days. For some odd reason, DH considers pot roast best consumed in a sandwich roll.
Gotta figure out a solution to a silly bird pooing in her water dish.
I have purchased them there and at Tar-jay in the past and neither currently have them). I cruised through Fat Mo’s for a burger for supper and it was good. There was enough for lunch tomorrow if I make a side salad.