My turn again, huh? Okay fine.
I love Spring. It ties with Autumn as my favorite time of year. BUT the following conditions must be met to qualify as a lovely day:
No preciptiation.
Only a few happy little white clouds, if any at all.
a light breeze.
The Weekend.otherwise, it’s just another day of irk.
Show of hands: Who wants to hijack this thread first?
First! It’s not early here!!
ETA: I have mixed feelings about spring time - the weather can be lovely, but the yellow dust from China coats everything and makes conditions less than perfect.
Boyfriend has landed at the airport! Taking a half-day off work today.
“The yellow dust from China” sounds a lot like those old pulp fiction novels: “the Yellow Peril!” or maybe it’s just me. 
It’s still pouring out there and I have much to do on the morrow, but am not in the least bit sleepy. I think I’m on a sugar buzz from chocolate marshmallow eggs. :eek:
I’ve taken to reading complete fluff. So now I’m rotting my brain as well as my teeth. It’s a hobby.
Night all!
I’m watching hockey. Weather here has gone from winter to early summer, skipping spring entirely.
Morning all. Happy Easter Monday. Finally got our new broadband connection (with a different ISP) so I may actually be able to participate this week!
This is a disturbing picture. 
I LOVE Spring! I’m sure many of you will find this unsurprising.
Should be asleep.
Happy just about Monday!
GT
China exports dust?
I can’t imagine why you’d like spring, gardenperson
for the second night in a row someone has “mistakenly” tried to get into the house at around 4 am. Guess I’m getting a dog.
From yesterday: ((((((herbs)))))) - hope today’s news is good!
rosie, I like spring too because things start growing and the world starts to look greener again. It gives me hope that perhaps this summer won’t be wet, chilly and miserable like the last few have been.
So today it’s dry, there is a grey-ish cast to the sky but no rain, and it’s still the weekend here. Looks like a good day to me. I have a load of laundry in the washer, and I have to clean the kitchen cupboards today because the doors need washing. The worktops and sink/drainer need cleaning and the floor needs mopping too. Busy day for me then. I suspect 'im indoors will spend all day playing on his PC, when he finally hauls himself out of bed. No help on the domestic front again, as usual.
Up, caffeinated, off to irk.
Contrary to popular thought, Florida DOES have a spring. This particular year, after the coldest winter on record, it is most welcome. Last three days have been lovely and in the 80s and most of the oak trees have finished dropping their leaves and fuzz and are newly green.
Doing a dry run to new irk this morning since I start officially tomorrow. Gonna get ready and make the drive to be sure I have enough time.
Laterz.
Tupug
Thanks for the hugs, BooFae, they are greatly appreciated! He’s actually doing okay, I think; the stroke was mild. Yes, he’ll be hospitalized for a while because he’ll have to go into rehab. And dietary changes are definitely on the way. Prayers and good thoughts are still most welcome.
Up, caffeinated, and at work. I don’t know how I’ll be able to concentrate today though. Ah well, I’ll muddle through. Hugs to everyone, and hang in there for Monday.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’ on what looks to be a loverly day. I am goin’ to go mow OYKWs yahd. Yeah, he could do it but I’m off and it needs it! Plus it’s a small yard so to mow, edge and clean off the walk afterwards takes all of 45 minutes. Other than that, no other real plans. I do have to figure out some type of vegetation to go with ham for dindin. Oh and a trip to the grocery sto’. I made a list last night even.
Spring is ok by me. Except for the &#$@ pine pollen. It should calm down in the next few days thankfully. Of course my two allergy nemesises (is that a word?) oak and pecan pollen are just crankin’ up. Summer is the season I love most. Then again, I am a summer baby.
Ima go caffiene up some more and forage some brekkies.
Happy Monday Y’all!
Blurf
Good morning! I’m back at irk, so I’ll likely be more present in the MMP than last week.
{{{Herbs and hubby}}} - and anyone else who needs a hug.
Yay for Irish Boyfriend coming home!
Now I must slog through a week’s worth of work email, and start earning my paycheck, I guess. <sigh>
{Herbs} Hope he’s on the mend quickly!
Busy weekend. Cleaned out the garage. Installed more flooring. Bought a sink, disposal, microwave, faucet and paint.
Good times.
Gah. Overslept due to Tasha waking me in the night with a vomiting spell. Then I couldn’t get back to sleep and then slept through my alarm. I could go back for another 8 hours, too…
Overcast and wet here today. Gloomy, but warm. I’ll take it. Happy Monday, all–back to the salt mines for us all.
No hugs for this, because I’m ranting, not mourning.
Stella The GrandDog died Friday night following spay surgery. Yeah, it’s a sad event, but the rant is for her owners, who are certifiable idiots.
Our name for the husband is The ManChild: big, burly, and about as sharp as a sack of wet mice. Junie, the wife, is smarter, but that’s not saying much.
We adored Stella, and our place was a second home for her. She was a Mastiff, and too much dog for the neighbors to handle as a family of 4 where both parents work, both kids are grade school and younger, and an affinity for bugging out on the weekends. We wound up dog-sitting a lot.
Fast forward a bit to make this shorter. Stella was about a year old and intact. The [del]idiots[/del]neighbors left her outside all day, and she became VERY popular with the boy dogs. We talked them in to getting her spayed, and she was pregnant when they took her in.
The surgery was routine, and I personally brought her home afterwards. I wound up having to do an emergency bambilance shift, so I wasn’t there when everything happened.
Around 10:30 PM, she started getting restless, and soon progressed to difficulty breathing. The ManChild gave her a pain med, because that’s what he thought was going on. He let her out of her crate to the back porch, where she collapsed and died. Sounded to me like she had a pulmonary embolism, which is a common complication for spays in critters, and hysterectomies in wimmin.
VWife kept Stella in our van overnight so the boys would not freak, and we took her back to the vet Saturday morning for a necropsy. Based on the description of events, the vet also assumed a PE. So far, so good.
VWife and I left the vets office and went to Suffolk for groceries. When we got back, we talked to Junie, who mentioned that the vet had called, telling her there was a pint and a half of blood in Stella’s chest, and a small amount in in her abdomen.
They decided they want to sue the vet, because it’s blatantly obvious to them that a hemothorax means the vet screwed up, and it wasn’t a PE. :rolleyes: :rolleyes: :rolleyes: :rolleyes:
I tried to tell them that PEs are like strokes because they can bleed. They wouldn’t hear it. I also tried to tell them that IF I was a paramedic, I could have drained the blood out of her chest, but that still would not have saved the dog because she would have required immediate surgery to fix the bleeder, and that wasn’t a guarantee she’d live anyway.
Nope. They’re out money, the dad and boys are traumatized, and it’s all the vet’s fault. They’ve watched too much *Judge Judy *to get the idea they can sue, and not enough *Judge Judy *to think they can prevail.
They kicker? They have a September reservation with Stella’s puppy mill breeder for a replacement. :rolleyes::mad:
I don’t know if this is the case in your part, but in my area, all the flora are engaging in Indiscriminate Tree Sex[sup]TM[/sup] with a vengeance this year. Almost everyone I know has had at least a mild sniffly-allergy reaction to it for a couple of days or more. I was miserable for about three days until my body got used to all the pollen, and I don’t normally get affected at all during springtime in this area.
VBob, that’s so stupid and it annoys me. Let’s hope that ManChild and Junie* manage to get a dog that’s suitable for family needs and get him/her fixed before it becomes an issue. From what you’d mentioned of the family life, a dog really isn’t a good idea, but a more independent breed would be a better idea for them than a more social breed.
[sub]*I keep thinking of Junie B. Jones, a children’s book character who is in kindergarten/first grade and is more or less a typical 5-7 year old.[/sub]
Morning, all. Getting back into exercising regularly, and sore from it. Legs are sore, mostly, as I’ve been biking and doing a lot of leg-oriented exercises in addition to working a lot more on my feet lately. It is, however, good for me to get and stay active.