Mrs. L.A. produced a bottle of Johnnie Walker Red. So leftover Mexican food and scotch for dinner. 
Never ever ever ever never never name an animal Angel.
Never.
I think she looks like a Hope.
Both of your birds are/ were pretty nettie. I’ll suggest Paloma Blanca (Spanish for white dove) for the new one with Blanca for short.
wet one, Ariel looks so gentle.
We had another good evening at the dog park. There was a whole mess of puppies there when we came in and a couple of big dogs who had begun puppyhood on the small dog side popping in for a visit. Dogs and humans had a good time.
Ribs for supper and am chilling to History Cold Case this evening.
The current birdbrain seems to be calming down and settling. I’ve heard cooing and seen wing stretches. Still gotta find (or make) a birdie diaper so she can fly free occasionally for exercise. Yes, such objects exist. The FlightSuit brand didn’t have any colors/designs DH and I could agree on.
She is an elegant, graceful beauty.
So, Grace? Even better, Amazing Grace.
Obigatory dunken prost
Et tu, dogbutler?
Just saw A Star is Born, so I’ll suggest Ally for the beautiful bird.
Because of shoe I got out a new toothbrush. I even wrote down the date on the box, so I’ll know when I should start the second one.
Worked on the hedge yesterday. Before we did that my husband said he wanted to go for a walk. After working on the hedge, we decided we’d had enough exercise and would enjoy the site of the newly trimmed hedge and the sunny weather.
Despite it being Sunday, today’s weather is decidedly cooler and wetter, so there will be cookie making on today’s schedule, along with some homework and house work.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN ‘Tis 72 Amurrkin out and clear with a predicted high of 90 and mostly N.O.S. The big plan of the day is deheatenization followed by N.O.L. at Longhorn’s due to a desire for steak and the fact that we can be there when they open at eleven. Beyond that, major sloth will rule the day. I have ush duty for both services yet again. I don’t mind that but am glad I won’t have to next week. bein’ as this will make four weeks in a row of two services.
Now I need more caffeine and to feed rumbly tummy, Then, purtification for deheathenization must commence.
Happy Sunday Y’all!
Blurf. Had trouble falling, and staying asleep, for the 1st time in a long while. Perhaps this means I’m in better shape - at first, ten-hour shifts on my feet were absolutely kicking my ass.
Hopefully, I can fall back asleep for a bit.
Temps dropped to a glorious 59° overnight - great sleeping weather. Unfortunately, my bladder was done sleeping, so I’m up. Well, that and Taz decided to jump on me. But, yeah, up.
SIL is coming over for another truckload today. I’m going to box up the rest of Roxy’s room, except for the glider, since Daughter doesn’t want it yet - too much other clutter at the moment. Not sure what I’ll do today, tho I do need to mow. Whatever happens will happen. But for now, I’m going to see if FCD wants to go get breakfast for the first time in months.
Happy Sunday!!
Good morning.
Tis a showery cool type morning here, but it looks to be clearing up, so the washing’s on. The plan is to go check the bees later to decide if I do get any honey this year- they put the work in, so they get first dibs, I just take any that won’t fit in their overwintering box. Shopping is also on the timetable, as I was just too washed out to do it yesterday- I was expecting the first week back at irk to wipe me out and it delivered in spades. I should probably make a big pot of something that I can eat for the next few days as well, like an organised grownup, and I may even try to vacuum out the car, as it’s going to get it’s annual checkup on Wednesday. Busy busy, after months of lounging…
Cute birdie! For some reason the first name that sprang into my head was ‘Penguin’ so I wouldn’t ask me for suggestions.
:boops Pretzel:
Ariel says thank you for the compliments. Not only is she pretty, she is good under saddle and takes care of me.
I woke up to thunder and lightning and rain which is fine by me. I have no plans except a hair cut. We have not had measurable rain since August 10 and all the grass is yellow brown. My car was filthy from dust so I hope the rain will it off enough that I don’t leave fingerprints.
One day left.
According to statistics, I have one day left to live. It’s pretty depressing.
Or is today my one day? Don’t know how to count it.
I know it’s just statistics.
I’ve just been so depressed lately. Fighting too many uphill battles. Many of them not even for myself, but for people I care about. (And that’s a lot of people.)
It’s all so draining.
Blurf v 2.0 (the re-blurfening) and yes, I was out cold when the alarm went off.
EmilyG it breaks my heart to hear you fixate on an essentially meaningless statistic. You’ll still be you, and you’ll still be here with us (RIGHT?!?) when the next MMP gets underway.
Now, off to work. Labor Day, my ass. (No, we don’t get holiday pay, either. Didn’t at my last job, which was also retail.) So, blurf!
I don’t know if it’s meaningless. I mean, essentially, it is. Of course it is.
But I’ve felt so depressed lately. And seen so much about the local autism services here, and they’re inadequate at best, and abusive at worst (especially towards children,) and it’s just an uphill battle.
And just… seeing so many of my friends so depressed.
It makes you not want to hang on.
emily, I’m not sure what to tell you except that statistics are static and change with time. You and others have the power to move that needle. Please don’t see yourself as limited by them.
Up, caffeinating, breakfasting and looking forward for a day of sloth.
Stay safe and healthy y’all!
That’s what excessive sorting will do to a man.
Okay, this kind of post really scares me. Because we have no way of getting to you.
Do you have a sponsor? When you’re in the hole you’re in, bootstrapping it just doesn’t work (IME). Anyway, it’s not like you’re living in a blue-sky-Disneyland world and feeling bad-- the world IS in fact seriously fucked. Our small worlds (to varying degrees) and the whole big wide world-- it’s all fucked. I think people (even in this upbeat thread) are feeling worse than they let on. To me, if you’re not depressed about the state of the world, you’re just not paying attention.
But what you’re talking about is deeper than that-- and I recognize and honor that. It’s not a state that you can talk yourself out of. But you can refrain from stabbing yourself in the heart repeatedly, know what I mean? You can honor and respect your own suffering without telling yourself the story over and over. Not that the story is going away-- it isn’t. But focusing on it brings you closer to the edge of drastic and irreparable action.
The first time I ever went to therapy in 1973, in the first session the therapist (of blessed memory) made me promise not to harm myself. I didn’t think I was suicidal, but I did feel that I was nearing the end of my rope. So I guess he saw something and spoke up. I did make that promise to him. But it wasn’t until 1983 that I truly and for all time closed that door as an option, no matter how despondent I felt-- and there was a TON of bad shit ahead of me that I couldn’t have foreseen.
Oh Emily, do come here and post. All of these people whose names and faces you don’t know are reaching out FWIW with hugs and understanding. I don’t know if it will get better for you-- but it will change in some way. Because everything changes.
Up, caffeinated, and sheveled. Off the next two days
{{{{MG}}}} please do. And listen to what Thel.
Yeah, I’m out of sorts today.
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