Up from naptime, watching hockey.
< fires up blender again >
400? Is he rolling around in the sugar bowl or something?
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Howdy Y’all! Pizza, made healthy cause we also had sallit, has been consumed.
Butters Frawgs and Dawgs has made me giggle all week, as well. Dawg fans WOOF. I wonder if Frawg fans CROAK.
Discovered I had a shortage of USB charging ports relative to number of devices. Bizarrely, found what I needed at Home Depot after dealing with some clueless wonders at Best Buy who seemed to not want to admit they had any clue what I was talking about, since admitting they knew what I was looking for might mean having to provide some actual assistance. The gang at Home Depot did a MUCH better job and I did find a suitable object, which is now on my desk with things like radios and phone battery boosters hooked in. Got home just as light rain seemed to be commencing.
At Home Depot, I also discovered I still seem to have a squirrel reflex when it comes to things like Lysol, since a 2-pack of that came home with me too.
rocker, like oopsie, I had no idea what a cat’s BG should be, but knew that 300 was pretty high for us humans. I hope that you can get Lager’s stabilized soon. Are insulin pumps a thing for cats?
Moooooom, you did a mitzvah for your FIL. I hope that your waiting ends soon. Hugs to you and the rest of the Fairy Chats.
Slothed part of the day, then sketched and began executing a couple of Spanish language birthday cards, one pop up and one shaker. I slipped out late this afternoon to pick up a couple of items at the Pubic Sto’ and came home with those and a chicken dinner ( swampy done flung a cravin’ on me ). I also filled up the car before coming home. Now to get back to cutting the parts for cards.
Evening everyone. Today, I got myself a nice Logitech POP Keys keyboard. It feels great and I love it!
Also went to Texas Roadhouse with the family for lunch, which was good. I got their fish fry.
Cute keyboard. The color combo in the link reminds me of my electrician husband’s favorite tool brand, DeWalt. That lunch sounds good, too.
Evening all. Went over to the gym for soccer a couple of times, but they had things organized and didn’t need me to coach or ref (sniffle!). My own fault since I’ll be missing most of February for the Great Antarctica Adventure, so I’m not taking on any responsibilities this winter. And probably just as well because as I was sitting there I started feeling sick so I went home, took aspirin and put myself to bed for several hours. Am eating my Big Bowl O’Sallit for dinner and feel a little better, but will head off to bed early tonight I think. Some rain in the area, more is expected tonight and tomorrow morning.
Drinking a full mug of Pepsi Zero on ice and it ain’t that bad. Will try a full measure of Diet Pepsi and D.P.–No Caffeine later on.
Godbod, nice keyboard. And Texas Roadhouse is on my Sunday dining list, love their hot buttered rolls.
Flyboy
For the sake of your health, I hoped you answered this properly…
Oopsie, sorry others influenced your plans for tonight; hope the next chance is better.
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OK, need to finish off the salad bowl and be about the evening’s internettin’. All y’all take care.
Home, worn out. Don’t read this if you don’t want to be bummed out. I just need to get it out.
Helping FCD tend to his dad was emotionally difficult. FIL wasn’t a big man, but he was strong, fit, and really sharp. Yet today, I saw legs and hips reminiscent of Holocaust survivors - pale, lifeless skin and bones. Oddly, his grip was amazingly strong. I was holding his hand while FCD cleaned him - his hands were unchanged - so weird. But he never opened his eyes and apart from an occasional cough or groan, never made a sound.
MIL kept saying “If you hear me, squeeze my hand” but he didn’t. FCD thinks his dad is gone. All that remains is the failing vessel that he occupied for 92 years. I’m inclined to agree.
I had found a smoked turkey breast in the freezer, so I took that, a can of gravy, and some peas and carrots and made us a nice lunch. MIL hasn’t been eating much, so I was glad to see her take second helpings. After the dishes were in the dishwasher, I drove MIL to Fort Washington to visit her youngest son in rehab. They only allow one visitor at a time, so I stood outside and gave my mom a happy birthday call (she’s 89 today!) BIL is apparently in pretty good spirits and has been doing well with his exercises and therapy - he should be discharged in a week to 10 days, tho he’ll never see his father again.
On the ride there and back (50 miles each way) MIL was talking about all kinds of things, several of which I’d heard before, but she needed to talk so I listened. This was the first time she’d been out of the apartment since FIL was moved there on Weds - we had a pretty day for a drive. On the way back, we took a slight detour to my house to let Higgs pee and feed her. Then back to the apartment. FCD and I went to DQ for a sammich and for him to get out for a bit. This is really wearing on him - but he’s such a good son.
I took him back to the apt to get some sleep and came home. I’ve folded the laundry that was in the dryer, and in a little bit, I’ll take a book and crawl into bed. I’m going back in the morning to help again, since the hospice folks don’t come on the weekend. Maybe he’ll go to sleep tonight and not wake up. His body deserves to be let go.
The other day when I was feeding Tobias a bottle, I was looking at him, thinking that eventually he’ll be the dying old man… And I’ll be gone long before that happens. Life is strange…
I copied this from FCD’s FB page:
47,000 Bricks
My mom and dad have been married for 74 years. My mom turned 18, graduated from high school, and got married in the same week. Dad is the only man she has been with and loved since she was 17.
They had $50 when they were married.
Dad had just been discharged from the Marine Corps because of the Sullivan Act. His brother was killed on the island of Saipan in July of 1944.
Dad will be 93 in March. Mom will be 92 in June.
They raised 3 sons and dad never made more than $35,000. Mother never worked outside our home and we always ate dinner together in the evening. We never wanted for anything.
In 1950, they got a builders account at a small lumber company in Indianapolis, IN. They set out to build their 1st house. It had a full basement that they dug by hand. Shortly after their hand excavation Indianapolis had a huge rain storm. The deluge of water caved in the freshly dug basement. Mom and dad mucked it out and dug out the basement again. When they finished the house in 1951 they had invested about $5,500.
My father’s job moved them every few years. Indianapolis to Richmond, Richmond to Ft. Wayne, Ft. Wayne to Detroit, Detroit to Jacksonville, FL. Excepting Ft. Wayne and Detroit, they built their own homes; learning as they went but driving each nail, placing each shingle, stretching the carpets, and painting each wall with their own hands.
There are many other stories to be told; more than can be discussed here and will all be lost to time. But one story explains so much. Dad loved a brick house with brick gables. He had never laid brick so he went out one afternoon to watch masons laying brick on a house.
He believed that he could manage the skill. My mother mixed the mortar in a wheel barrow and a plywood trough so my dad could lay 47,000 bricks on their home. He even laid the brick gables. That is the kind of man he is.
Today, my father is dying. He is laying in a Hospice bed on morphine to ease his pain. And my 91 year old, nearly blind mother talks to him, bathes him, and tends to his needs. She sleeps in a chair next to his bed and kisses him good night and hello each morning.
This frail, old, dying man, laid 47,000 bricks never having picked up a trowel before. He did it so his family could have a home with brick gables.
I just thought someone should know.
Sounds like he and MIL are remarkable people. Hugs again.
I’m in tears, FCM. That’s a beautiful tribute to his dad, and his mom.
I understand what he’s going through. I took care of my grandma, for several years, from when the dementia hit, until her dying day. She never wanted to go to a nursing home. So, it was HOSPICE, and I got to keep her at home with me. Your husband will be going through all sorts of emotions, and that’s good. He needs to. It’ll be rough on everyone. I wish your FIL a quick, easy, pain-free passing.
{{{FCM/FCD}}}, because there can never be too many hugs at this time. That is an inspiring story, it is a shame that all too often we end our life without sensing or even remembering those who love us. Take care of yourselves.
I am so sorry for everything you and FCD are going through FCM.
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(((FCMandD))) His pain will be over soon.
That was a beautiful tribute to your in-laws Moooooom. Hugs to you all.
Remembering the uncomfortable silence involved when someone is dying, I am going to change the subject just to get minds off the sadness. Yes, I have always been lousy at death watches.
In good news, my Mom is thinking about signing up for Tai-chi. Well, she found the class at her senior center but I will need to remind her tomorrow when she is going there for lunch and hopefully she can sign up then. I might need to call her during lunch just to be sure, but hey, I understand getting distracted when people give me food.
I took my first class today and I feel much healthier already.
Yesterday, there was a huge kerfluffle on Nextdoor with many accusations of favoritism, reports and spammy copy and paste drama.
During the mix-up, someone higher up checked my moderation history for the last year and I got my hands slapped because I would remove outdated lost dog and yard sale posts just to keep things tidy.
When I told the community that us leads could no longer remove those posts for them, more drama happened.
Most of the meltdowns happen over the mistaken belief that Freedom of Speech means they can say whatever they want online so they get upset when I tell them that they don’t know what those words mean.
Melting down because us leads were no longer going to be able to remove their outdated yard sale posts was pretty new to everyone.
People do find a way to get bent out of shape over the most trivial of silly nonsense, don’t they?
To them I say: “Get a damn hobby.”
Home finally from Long Night. I’m getting better at this job; things moved so smoothly & so swiftly that I was surprised when my manager joyfully announced that we only had an hour left. What, it’s already midnight?
When I first started, I was dead on my feet within a few hours.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN ‘Tis 38 Amurrkin out and clear with a predicted high of 67 and N.O.S. for the day. The big item on today’s agenda is deheathenization with first Sunday brunch and the annual meetin’ to elect three Vestry members and hear reports about stuff that happened durin’ the year. On the plus side, I have no duty this mornin’ so I can just plop down in a pew like a rank and file Whiskypalian. We shall return to da cave afterwards for the usual sloth and general overall uselessness that is our wont.
MOOOOOOM that is a wonderful tribute to your FIL and MIL. I hope FCD is able to find peace through all of this. No matter how old we get, losin’ a parent is tough.
shoe glad you have adapted so well to irk.
JtC such things as all the drama is why I left Nextdoor. I never made much use of it anyway.
Now I need more caffeine and to feed rumbly tummy. Then purtification for deheathenization must commence.
Happy Sunday Y’all!
This is from the Department of Not-Earth-Shattering-But-Still-Weird. I put a new LED 3-way bulb into a lamp. We all know how these things work - first the filament of the lowest wattage lights up, then it turns off and the second brightest filament glows, then the lowest comes back on the give the brightest - right? That’s the way of the world!
Nope. This one does middle-brightest-dimmest. What the ever-lovin’ huh??? Aren’t mornings difficult enough without throwing this oddity out there?? Especially after a night when I woke in the wee hours with a gawd-awful leg cramp that didn’t want to subside. It did eventually and I fell back to sleep, but still, this is not an auspicious way to awaken. Plus it’s 26° in my yard. Stoopit winter.
How is everyone else this morning?? 
That leg cramp was weird. I kept thinking that I needed to get it to relax or it’d never go back to normal. I had to walk around a bit before it finally eased. What causes those things? It’s not like I was doing heavy manual labor yesterday that taxed my legs muscles. In fact, considering the number of, um, chronologically mature Mumpers, I shall ask: How do you decide if it’s just an ache or if it merits medical attention? I hate to bother my doctor with stoopit stuff (like the time I went in for a spreading, itchy rash, only to learn it was poison ivy. Hey, it was the first time I’d gotten it, so hush!)
I don’t plan to make an appointment about this cramp, but I will try to bring it up at my next check-up (In May, I think…)
So, yeah, it’s in the 20s this morning and we’re promised rain. I’ll be running down to the apartment to help however I can and I’m taking some leftover pasta for lunch. Some time today, the critter fountain needs to be washed - Tobias’ diaper adventure has nothing to do with it - it’s an every-other-week chore. And if I get back early enough, I need to finally get around to a freezer inventory. I know there are 2 meatloaves in there, and some pulled poke, and maybe some chicken… but as full as it is, there’s got to be more.
And I need to think about doing our income taxes… ugh.
Happy Sunday anyway.
Up, caffeinated, and sheveled. Off today. I shall clean and watch handegg, as usual.
Weather app: Snow coming
Me: < loots own kitchen of bread, milk, and eggs > (just kidding, the snow is like 40 miles NW of me. < nervously eyes kitchen just in case >)
I read Stupid People Internet for fun. There is no amount of Mortal Sin of Bad Karma that moderating that sort of thing cannot wipe away.(Do you get jackboots and a Mod Hat like on the Dope?)
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And thanks for sharing that post. 