I just played a game of backgammon on my computer.
I had no idea what I was doing. I lost. After playing, I still have no idea of how to play.
FCM, so sorry for the crazymaking situation.
After a long delay at the intermediate airport, we got to go to sleep by 5 am this morning.
The wise nurse is right - this is gonna come to a head one way or another, and it won’t be long now. I hope the resolution is as peaceful as possible.
What did y’all have, may I ask? Sounds like the same or similar crud as what I’ve got.
OMG Boo thank you for bopping my memory! I forgot I have a couple mini humidifiers down in the basement o’crap - time to hunt them down & haul them up.
It was okay. We had a full staff closing tonight, and I was quite grateful for the extra pair of hands, even if they belonged to someone who’d never closed before. I like training people (on stuff I’m confident I know how to do) and this guy is eager to learn and brings his brain cells to work, ifyaknowwhatImean.
My diet has been rather heavy on cough syrup lately, which is wreaking havoc on my guts - this is putting a heavy load on a structure that’s already not up to code. (One of my favorite “King of the Hill” lines; I can’t take credit.)
I don’t know how to spoiler TMI stuff, so let’s just say I can’t trust a fart these days.
One of these days, you really oughta just say it out loud. A lot of the Dog Park Drama seems to be grown-ass adults not using their words to communicate. (Not necessarily you. Just seems to be the dynamic with a lot of the peeps there, from what you’re describing.)
Please tell me you’ve taken steps to look for something less suck-tastic?
Okay, that’s enough outta me. Time to forage.
… oh, my bun-bun friend was waiting for me again when I got home. Maybe I should put carrots on the grocery list?
Wellllll … nutz. Neither works. I mean, they turn on and light up, but no mist emerges.
They were cheapie POS from Wal-Mart so I guess I got what I paid for.
I have the original box for one and there’s some sort of replacement part rattling around in it, but I am way too wiped to troubleshoot anything mechanical tonight.
Well, attempts were made.
Good morning. Jeez, it’s early.
Husband was supposed to come home ‘early’ this morning. I don’t know what time ‘early’ is. I don’t do well when things like precise time-frames are left all willy-nilly, like that. So, I couldn’t sleep. I finally gave up trying. I got up, and made a pot of coffee. I just talked to him. He’ll be here around 6:30. I wish I had known that little tidbit last night.
Hubs will be coming home, because he has an appt. with a cardiologist, today. He’s got to get the results of his scans. They told him that his heart isn’t working ‘the way it should’. So, he figures they’re gonna want to do open heart surgery, or stints, or something like that. I’m a wreck over it. I know that both of those things are quite common practice, nowadays. They’re done daily, with hardly any issues. I shouldn’t worry, because I know that stuff. You DO worry, when it’s someone you love. So, I dunno. I’m gonna fret my arse off, until I’m dead, I guess. He never was fat. He’s a bit overweight now, but, that’s recent. He’ll be 63 in February. Getting old sucks.
My plans for the day are fretting, putting away some dishes, making cookies, fretting, vacuuming, and fixing a beautiful, Angus London Broil. I’ll make it in the Instant Pot. Sides will be mashed potatoes, and peas, I think. That’ll work. I’ll have some meat, and a stupid salad. I’d by Gawd better have lost some weight when I go to my Dr. appt. next Wednesday. If I haven’t, I’m gonna be pissed AF. Time will tell.
Anyway, that coffee isn’t gonna drink itself. Have a good Firday, everyone.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN ‘Tis 54 Amurrkin out with yet another DENSE FOG ADVISORY and a predicted high of 79 and mostly N.O.S. We shall head over to the church house this mornin’ so’s I can take care of candle duty and then we shall be bears who brunch at Eggs Up Grill. That will take care of the major need to feed today. After that I shall be preparin’ for a bday feast we will host tomorrow for a friend. The menu shall be ham, N.O.T. sallit, deviled aigs, a mixed veggie casserole, rolls, and red velvet cake, all of which he requested. I am actually glad when someone does suggest stuff when asked, So, I got some cookin’ and prep stuff to do. I will also need to squeeze in the daily sloth.
ace hope hubby’s heart woes are not too bad. True open heart surgery and stints seem almost routine these days, but are worrisome nontheless. The London Broil sounds yum. Haven’t done one of those in a while.
Now I need more caffeine and to feed rumbly tummy. Then, alas and alack, I suppose I shall purtify and don attire appropriate for bein’ amongst the great unwashed. How I do suffer!
Happy Firday Y’all!
You all know about my surgery a couple of years ago so no need to recap it.
It happened a few weeks after I retired. It was almost four months before I was really recovered. As an electrician and fire alarm technician I spent many years on ladders, scaffolding in various lifts and other random climbing. I had great balance and agility. After the surgery and recovery, this was no longer the case. I am now somewhat clumsy and awkward and my balance is terrible.
We go to the local mall every morning and spend up to an hour and a half walking. IN nice weather we walk through the parking lots and in foul weather we walk laps in the halls. This morning I took a bad step at the curb by the entry and went down hard. I have lots of aches and pains and a two inch (5cm) by one inch (1.5cm) section of skin peeled off of my right elbow.
Getting older is not the fun ride the brochures promised…
Afternoon, mumpers! It’s 1c/33f with a predicted high of 2c/35f, and sunny today. There was a thick frost when I looked out this morning, spent a moment deciding it was frost and not snow. Weather app says “This cold weather fucking blows goats”. So there you have it.
I have been absent for a few days, things in Chez Fae have not been good. Those of you who know me on farcebook will already know that we lost our beloved Ophelia on Wednesday night. She had a sudden and massive deterioration, and despite rushing her to the vet, they weren’t able to do much for her and we made the painful decision to let her go. I realise it’s small potatoes in comparison to what’s happening with other people, but it’s hit us very hard.
Moooom I am so sorry to hear about BIL, SIL, covid and all the other things that are getting heaped onto your already overflowing plate. It’s such a shame that you’re having to sacrifice your much-anticipated weekend away too.
hippie sorry to hear about your fall too. I’ve taken a look at the conditions outside and decided I definitely don’t need to venture out there today.
Taters taking your time off is the best thing to do, work’s been way too much from what you’ve bene saying, and with no prospect of improvement, you need to take your time off to give your head a break from it all.
shoe I hope you feel better soon, Monkey hugs and snuggles will help!
ace hope hubby’s results are not too bad, surgery has come a very long way and so many things are “routine” these days. Doesn’t stop you worrying though…
That’s all I can remember from what I’ve read. So general yays, boos, hugs and whatevers to the lot of you!
Well, yeah, your brain knows that stuff, but it also knows other stuff, hence the frets and such. There are times when logic just won’t cut it, but try not to make yourself too crazy with worry because you also know that it won’t change anything. Chances are excellent that everything will be fine, routine, no biggie.
< hugs >
Between the Amaretto and the Nyquil, I had about 9 hours of uninterrupted sleepage! I couldn’t believe when I woke that it was nearly 6:30!! I have a full day of non-babby stuff planned, so I should be up to it. But first, I’ll finish breakfast and caffeination. And I should to a Covid test pretty early…
And as a break from the morose ventings of late, I’ve got a totes adorbs tale of the Tobester to share.
The boy wants a phone, or a tablet, or remotes - his little fingers just itch to handle technology. (As an aside, I found my phone in their sofa cushions - I didn’t even realize he’d purloined it!!) When I got my new tablet, I gave Roxy the old one, complete with a cover that was barely hanging on. Yesterday, she dropped it and another corner broke, so there was no way the cover would stay on. I know her mom is planning to get her a new cover, so I set the broken one aside.
Well, little Mr. T found it and was carrying it around, trying to figure out how to make the music and pictures that his sister enjoyed. His solution was to toddle over to the power strip that had several charging cords plugged in and on standby. He proceeded to attempt plugging one of them into the cover! The kid is a natural problem solver!! (OK, he causes trouble, too, but let’s focus…)
He’s one year old! He’ll walk around all day in a poopy diaper! He eats with h is hands! But he figured out that those long, skinny black things make the tablets and phones work! He and his sister are scary smart! (Did I ever mention that she explained to me the difference between magma and lava? Or the difference between a backhoe and a bull dozer??) They’ll either save the world or become super-villains. Right now, it’s a toss-up.
Oh, and back to the plague-related news: I don’t think I mentioned, but one BIL on my side of the family as well as his daughter (my niece) currently have the plague. They live up north of Baltimore and we haven’t seen either for months, so it’s not our germs, but still, that crap is out there. So all of you be careful! Dig out them masks and use 'em! Dammit.
This line needs to go on a t-shirt… in BIG letters and high contrast! If I may hop aboard your clumsy train, I’ve noticed of late that I have to be very careful of foot placement. I find I trip and/or stumble over things that I might have ignored at one time. I’m terrified of taking a fall, especially when toting the toddler, but more when I’m alone and without my phone on my person. My mom tripped over a throw rug and ended up with a dislocated shoulder. That prompted me to assess the throw rug situation in our house. And going down the stairs, I tend to have a death grip on the handrail. Nobody ever told me it’d be like this…
{{{BooFae}}} - Even knowing it’s the right thing to do, it’s not an easy decision. But you know you did the right thing for Ophelia, and she’ll always be a part of you.
Long-range forecast is rain-free for about a week. Since it looks like I’ll be child-free at least that long, I should finally be able to take a last swipe thru the yards to suck up leaves, then we can park the sucker for another year. Maybe tomorrow, maybe Sunday.
Meanwhile, Happy Firday! Oh, and Happy 39th Anniversary to me and my sweetie. For those who haven’t heard the story that I’ve told a gajillion times, he and I dated FOUR WHOLE WEEKS before eloping. I know a lot of people didn’t expect it to last, but so far, so good… 
I haz a very jealous. It took me a looong time to wind down and get hungry last night, and I didn’t get to sleep till after 5 a.m.
Three hours later and Monkey walked on me ("Oh, hey, are you awake? Well … ") for attention and/or to howl about being let outside.
Now I’m sitting here coughing and crying, partially because I was dreaming of Nikki when he woke me up and now I’m thinking about her recent final vet visit, and partially because, well, I break down into tears for no external reason if I’m seriously overtired.
Now I’m remembering how my Other Shoe quietly took my hand and steered me to bed, one time when I simply burst into tears. He knew me so well.
Dammit, I am too exhausted for this.
{{{shoe}}} - go back to bed. Think sleepy thoughts. Fatigue screws with your head to tell you that you need sleep!
Good morning all. Had to break into my house this morning…but it was not quite as drastic as it sounds, I closed the door behind me when I went out to get the newspaper, because I usually leave it unlocked…but not this time. So no problem, the back door is usually unlocked…not this time. Fortunately one of my bedroom windows was not locked and I am still spry enough to get through it, so I wasn’t reduced to knocking on my neighbor’s door to call a locksmith, but I will be paying more attention in the future.
Raining outside and it’s due to stick around until noontime with highs in the mid-60’sF. Need to do my swimming and sauna sometime today, and also figure out what I did with my handheld vacuum; can’t find it anywhere and it’s really not that tiny.
ace, you’re his wife, you are allowed to fret; hope they can do heart stuff and get it under control without operating.
Happy Number 39 FCM and FCD. And thanks for the Toby story; you’re right, the kid looks like a smart guy. Just wait till he makes it to the terrible twos…
{{Boo fae}}. I think you knew her time was coming, but it still hurts. Ophelia was well-loved during her time here, best wishes for you and yours.
hippie, Ouch! Falling is the one thing that worries me more than anything growing old, hope the elbow heals up nicely.
swampy, enjoy the B-day prep (and the B-day).
OK, back to the Firday internettin’ (two You Tubers I follow update today), and then with the rain I may look around for other things to do. All y’all take care.
You mean you don’t have a spare key hidden in a fake rock? You might consider one of these for one of your doors. We have one on the shop door and it beats remembering a key every time we go out there. And if you make the code the last 4 of your SS or the last 4 of your phone number (or 1-2-3-4) it shouldn’t be too tough to remember.
I ordered some plague tests from CVS and they’re ready for pick up - no mention of cost, so I’m assuming insurance covered it. Guess I’ll find out when I get there.
FCD is still abed - poor guy has to be exhausted. Not only did he take his folks to Baltimore and back, on his way home there was a traffic-choking incident on the main artery from the apartment to here, and once he got caught in it, there was no way to detour. From leaving the house in the morning to getting home last night was 14 hours for him. So I’ll let him sleep as long as he wants to. I just made myself a mug of tea, and I’m about to assume the recliner position. I love my grandkids, but it’s so nice not to have them for the day…
Morning, everyone. Feelin’ better this morning than I was yesterday, so that’s a plus.
Best of luck to you as always, FCM and FCD.
Haha, this reminds me of a SpongeBob episode where he got locked out of his own house.
Good luck on your hubby’s heart scan ace.
Ouch hippy! As a lifelong klutz, I can sympathize.
{{{BooFae}}} You did the best thing for Ophelia. I’m sure that she went out knowing that she was loved.
Happy anniversary Moooooom and FCD! That Tobias is one smart little toddler. 
Glad that you managed to get back into your house metal mouse. I’ve often wished for a fob for my apartment door like the one on my car.
Up, caffeinating, breakfasted, a load of towels / sheets in the dryer, a load of jeans in the wash and everything else on deck.
Last night, about an hour before bed, I stood up and was immediately seized with a severe charley horse. I’ve gotten a few of these, always in the left thigh in the past several months, so I’m thinking more high potassium foods need to be in my grocery cart. They usually last about a half hour and the pain is on par with post surgical pain that I’ve had. I took a midol (I keep these around as an OTC muscle relaxer) and a prescription pain pill before bed and slept well, although I’m still a bit sore.
Off to do KP and the Friday chores.
Stay safe and healthy y’all!
Happy Friday!
It was cold this morning, 33 degrees.
We got Ripple and Echo off to daycare, Cerby gets the mommy and me day today.
Echo can’t wait to get to daycare, Cerby flipped when we didn’t take him too, and Ripple had to be coaxed to go.
Daycare called because Ripple’s sore is attracting other dogs’ attention, everybody wants to lick it. They’re going to put him by himself. I suppose I could go get him, but we’ll have enough to deal with taking Cerby and Adam to the vet.
I’m sorry about Ophelia {{{BooFae}}}
I know it hurts, even when it’s the best for them.
Ace, I’ve had two stents. If your hubby needs one and is given a choice between going through the groin or the wrist, choose the wrist. It’s harder for them, but easier for him. It’s not painful, but it is uncomfortable. You have to be awake but they give you some drugs to relax you. If they go through the groin, you have to lay flat on your back without moving for hours and hours. If they go through the wrist, you have to wear a brace that is uncomfortable, but at least you can sit up and move around a bit. Recovery at home goes a lot faster if they go through the wrist.
It’s been a long time since I locked myself out of the house. I am always so careful to make sure I have my keys on me before closing the door. I never leave my keys in the truck either, unless I can leave the door open.
Glad you are okay Hippie.
Falling is a big fear for me now, and I always hold onto handrails. I’m a lot pickier about dog toys on the floor, and I pay more attention to where I put my feet.
My PT told me that had I come in sooner after falling in Feb, I would not be as bad as I am now. I never even thought about going to a doctor after a fall.
This getting old bullshit sucks.
Poor FCD, it’s a lot on him right now.
Happy Anniversary FCM and FCD
I need to start getting ready to go out later.
I want to be ready early in case we have to hunt down Adam, and we need to leave extra time for putting him in the carrier.
Good morning everyone.
It’s currently 37 degrees and kind of soggy outside. We’re supposed to see rain and a high temp of 45 for about a minute.
BooFae, I am sorry about Ophelia. She sure was a beautiful kitty.
FCM, wishing you and FCD a happy anniversary. I’m sorry your trip was a bust, but am glad you are not having wrassle toddlers. Let’s hope the world give both of you a rest today. You are both in sore need of one.
Phew! Polar just let rip a stinker!
ace, sending best wishes for good results on the scan.
My son is coming up tomorrow to celebrate his birthday with us, and I’ve invited my daughter, son-in-law, and grandkids to join us. I’ll make a pasta dish at my son’s request and have a nice salad and some kind of good bread to accompany it. I’ll get an ice cream cake to harken back to when he was a kid. He always wanted ice cream cake. I could make one, but I have other things to take care of today and tomorrow, so I’m just not going to over-commit to anything else.
I need to tidy up, clean myself up, head to the store to get the fixings for tomorrow’s dinner, and then wash the sheets in the spare room. I want to make sure the bedding is clean if my son opts to sleep over. I need to remember to pick up some coffee, too, because my husband forgot to buy any when he was at the grocery store. I also need to pick up some kind of biscuits for Polar because I’m out, and he usually gets a biscuit with a skiff of peanut butter after he eats his Rymadil. He’s received a biscuit in the morning since we’ve owned him. (Who are we kidding; he owns us). The peanut butter skiff started when he wasn’t eating right after Brandi passed away.
Sending wishes for you all to have a peaceful, easy day. This time of year is frenetic and with all the additional stuff many of you have on your plates, I think a peaceful easy day is the just the ticket.
{{{{BooFae}}}}, I’m so sorry to hear about Ophelia. That is so very hard.
And {{{shoe}}}, I totally agree with FCM. My heart aches for you. I hope you get some rest.
Glad you’re feeling better, CorpusNeptune.
My brain has yet to catch up with my body, even though I’ve been awake for a while. I got in a short rage waddle (I was annoyed over something silly so took it out on my sneakers). Here’s hoping the day is short or at least goes by quickly and I can get in a proper, non-ragey waddle. I’ve decorated the mantle and am determined to put the tree up this weekend. So that’ll be fun-ish. I’m a horrible decorator. Thank goodness my mom will come over and whip me into shape.
I hope you & the FairyChat household feel better soon FCM.
I’m off to pretend I know what I’m doing at work now. Corporate shennanigans have ensued, and reorganizations abound, just in time for me to make some cookies this weekend and watch it all transpire.
The company Christmas party is this evening. Mrs. L.A. said she doesn’t have anything to wear. She really doesn’t. She doesn’t have any ‘dressy’ clothes. I barely do myself. I’ll wear my dark blue slacks and a light blue shirt, and I’m going to insist on a bow tie. She saw last year how stylish bow ties are. She’ll dress as well as she can. The party is in a tent on a pier, so it’s not like it’s a black tie event. (Although I’d really like to wear a dinner jacket and a black bow tie; only I don’t have the jacket.)
The after-party will be at Dimitriou’s Jazz Alley for the Average White Band concert. We won’t be going to that. It’s already going to be a long day, and we can save $100 on tickets.
For some reason, my eyes saw “severe chastity horse” and for a moment… well, anyway…
Tested neg, huzzah. I’ll do another on Sunday. Still in fuzzy robe and slippers but I’m about to hit the shower. It’s nearly 11 after all! What a slug I am!