Rainy morning at the park, but it was 40 degrees, so not bad.
Hardly anybody was there. Ripple and Echo went on the small side with Lucy dad.
Cerby is getting better behaved, except he pulled a Lily and didn’t want to leave. Little asshole laid down in the mud and refused to get up.
My son and I divide the chores. We each do our own laundry and cooking. He does all the heavy stuff, vacuuming, mowing, whacking, deleafing. I keep things organized and scheduled, handle communications, pay the bills, order food and supplies, and all driving. He takes care of the cat; we share taking care of the dogs. He cleans the bathroom, I clean the powder room, except I do both toilets. He does all things basement (dehumidifier, furnace filters) because he doesn’t want me going up and down the stairs. He carries the groceries in, I put them away. Although he has taken over putting the frozen stuff away. He is much better at freezer Tetris.
I feel for him, because he has been getting a lot more irk dumped on him lately. I think he does a lot more than I do, especially since my knee hurts. Then I think, when I’m not here anymore, he is going to have to do all of it himself, so it’s okay that he is taking on more.
I have to finish laundry today. Not that it will be finished all the way. I’m in ‘keep enough clothes clean to be able to go out in public’ mode right now.
I have a few emails and phone calls to make, then login to irk.
Today is dark & dreary and super foggy. It was kind of fun walking through the pea soup early this morning, but probably won’t be as much fun when I drive into the office to grab the new laptop. I’m curious to see how well it works. Apparently mine is at the end of its life.
The husband unit & I still clash on household responsibilities. He never learned how to clearn or cook so he often assumes that if a sink isn’t full of dishes to the point where it’s unusable, and if there isn’t visible dirt or schmutz on the floor, it doesn’t need to be cleaned. In my view, the kitchen - all of it, with the possible exception of the floor depending upon spills - gets cleaned thoroughly at least every day (I dump chicken juice down my sink for Pete’s sake - who wants their dishes lightly glazed with raw chicken?) and everything else should be cleaned weekly or as frequently as needed.
We’ve slowly, slowly come around to a bit of a compromise, though lately when I say something needs to be cleaned, his knee-jerk reaction is, “Couldnt’ the kids do that?” So my new requirement is, “If the kids are cleaning a public space, we’re all cleaning a public space.” He hates it, but he does it anyway.
Since the husband’s surgery, he’s been required to up his intake of fiber to the daily recommended. Most of it is supposed to be vegetation, which is good - I have to eat gluten-free because I get a rash every time I have a baguette (sometimes it’s worth it, though) - but it requires a LOT of chopping and processing. I miss being younger and able to subsist on cookies, bread and cheese. 'Twas far less work.
Reasonable heave. But I spent both shifts dumping, and 9 hurs of bag dumping is mindlessly boring.
I do all the cooking and cleaning, because I’ve had a parade of roommates who can barely human. The apartment handles the outside cleaning and mowing, though.
Oh, boy - about to hit a looong string of closing shifts. My next day off isn’t until Sunday.
Still bark-coughing and blowing my nose a lot (I’ve coughed myself into a headache, so that’s fun) but boy, do I have abs of steel by now.
I feel vaguely better than days before, and didn’t run a fever last night (yay … ?) so let’s hope I continue mending.
Will have to negotiate not being on drive-thru window all night. I can’t talk for hours on end.
ETA: oh, they finally picked up the trash. So, yay on that I guess.
Three hour nap - woohoo! He’s now eating pizza and throwing scraps to the dog. We’ll fetch Roxy in about an hour.
I vacuumed and I read a lot. I’ll be glad when SIL is over the plague and I can stay home. The clutter here makes me crazy! I can only tidy so much without turning into that mother.
I couldn’t log into my credit union this morning. I don’t remember changing my password, and I definitely know my password. Unfortunately, I can’t look at Keychain Access because I’m 120 miles from home. But the nice lady at the CU gave me the dates of the checks that cleared and the online payments in the last couple of weeks, my deposits, my account balance, and made a payment to the loan I took out for the roof.
In other news, I’ve just received an email with a $25 Amazon gift certificate from this year’s data contest.
A quahtah past eleven. I guess I’d better get down to TJ’s and pick up my salad for lunch.
I’m all caught up reading now. Yesterday I got all the Christmas shopping done. I decided not to agonize over whether someone likes a gift or not. I did my best
My daughter called me last night, said the necklace arrived and “Is that Gramma’s handwriting?” I said yes, and she burst into tears. She was very close to my mom and I think had the hardest time of any of the grands when Mom died. When she got married, she had the florist twine a locket with Mom’s photo into her bouquet. The name on the necklace was Mom’s nickname for her, so whenever she wears it, she’ll feel her gramma’s presence.
Laundry. Well, now that it’s just me and I’m retired, there are seldom mountains, more like small hills, but I still like to plant my flag and claim it for Freedonia. When my son was a toddler and I started a demanding new job, my now-ex and I agreed he’d do the laundry, and I’d do everything else, including mowing, shopping, cooking, and all the housework. Yes, I was stupid. When I had baby #2, I asked if we couldn’t renegotiate and he refused. He said I’d made a deal and had to stick with it. I love doing laundry now. It smells like freedom.
shoe, ugh on all those closing shifts. Just what you don’t need when you’re recuperating.
Sari, I hope that dog owner gives up trying to find the other dog’s person and stays away. Also, you have a good son.
I got a box of Cookie Butter cookies, and liqueur-filled chocolate-covered cherries for my cow-orkers. I got the Cobb salad for myself. (Also a bottle of Kentucky’s Best bourbon; but I’ll wait until I get home to have any of that.)
Just got my spankin’ new work laptop. They told me to keep my other laptop for a while, which made sense 'cause I’ve got to register it to our firewall tonight and who knows how long that will take. Then they gave me an extra docking station. And a wireless mouse. And a keyboard. Thank goodness I brought my big work tote. I lwalked in there assuming I’d come out net netural with items to carry, with the exception possibly of an additional power cord, but I left feeling like I’d just been blindsided by a terribly disappointing trip to Macy’s.
Oh, well. I guess I looked like I needed stuff to carry. I can’t wait for the workday to be over. I’m freakin’ beat. Got up to waddle early this morning and my brain STILL hasn’t caught up. Overlygirl is about to burst into the house. I just heard her bus rumble past the window. That ought to wake me up.
metal mouse, the biopsy will likely reveal yet another basal cell lesion. They are slow growing and the removal of the lesion, malignant or not, takes care of it. My local Tar-jay allows well behaved dogs in the store. They do reserve the right to ask disruptive dogs to leave though.
Irked, walked Nelson, et and am fixing to do KP.
Being a single woman, I take care of the indoor chores, plus keep my patio cleaned up. Whenever I’ve been part of a couple, the chores tended to be divided according to talent and preference.
Howdy Y’all! Mount Laundry was conquered includin’ all the clean stuff bein’ put away. Go Us! We also slothed, achieved nappage, day drank, and snarfed down pancakes, snausages and scrambled aigs for sup. Some folks have stepped up and volunteered to take part in Sunday services, so I spent some time with my servers spreadsheet addin’ in names, phone number and email addresses. Actually I kinda redid the whole thing and got it a bit more organized. Well, organized for me.
MetalMouse I highly recommend a house cleanin’ service. I like knowin’ that twice a month someone will show up to spiff da cave. Well worth the money.
red hope all goes well with the biopsy and it all gets taken care of painlessly and smoothly.
Talky yay for new stuff even if it is for irk.
GodBod gettin’ chawklits is always a good thing.
shoe hope all goes well with all those closin’ shifts.
Nellie glad daughter got her necklace finally.
sari it’s great that sahson helps out like that, Now if he would just get his driver’s license.
Taters ummm… hope it all comes out good for you in the end.
It’s been a day - glad to be home. SIL will test tomorrow to see if he’s past plague. I’m sure he’s sick of being all alone in the basement. So we’ll see how that goes. After he’s gone, I guess I’ll need to Lysol everything down there. Anyone have a good link to how to sanitize post-plague? Especially since Tobias and I will spend much time down there.
Some really good news from our accountant - they finally straightened out our business tax stuff. We owe $0 for 2021 and $17.18 for 2020. WHEW!! Lots better than $31K. So she’ll use our bank account info to pay the balance, then get a confirmation number and get our registration holds released. Then I can finally register our illegal vehicles.
Supper has been ingested. Chillage is about to begin. One day closer to the ocean.
This is the CDC page on home isolation and when to end it, masking after leaving isolation, etc. it was the best I could find. Depending on his situation he may need to mask at home for a few days. Details are on the page.
It never mentions specific cleaning strategies for after a positive person leaves isolation. Covid spreads through respiratory factors suspended in the air breathed by a contagious person and those stay suspended for only a few hours. It was found that Covid doesn’t spread by fomites on surfaces or objects so you don’t have to jump through hoops with special cleansers or procedures. Wipe down things he might have touched and clean as usual. The important thing is to ventilate, ventilate,ventilate the space he stayed in. Open windows, use fans to pull in fresh outside air overnight after he leaves, before you enter with your usual household cleaning supplies. Let the room sit, open to fresh air for the two days you are celebrating your anniversary out of town, that would be more than long enough. Maybe wear a K94 or N95 mask yourself if you go into the room to open windows, etc, within a few hours of his leaving but no need to do more than that.
I just had an odd experience. I took a skillet down off the pot rack and set it out to put some stuff into…some meatballs going into the oven. But what was weird was I set the skillet down on the countertop, instead of the stove top. Just felt wrong, having a cooking implement on the counter.
Read some, been away from 'puters all day, retained little, so yays, boos, hugs, etc, all around. Stay safe, y’all!
Evening all. Did get out of the house to do my Moanday swimmin’ on 2sday, so need to get a biking session in tomorrow along with the swimming to even things up for the week. Indoor soccer starts on Sattiday, so that should keep me occupied for 6-8 hours.
FCM, keep on counting the days until it gets to hours. Hope SIL tests negative.
talkie, sounds like Christmas came early, work-wise.
nellie, nice story on Daughter. And you’re well rid of Hubbie #2, IMHO.
shoe, know you won’t read this till tomorrow, sounds like a busy time at work. Be well.
Godbod, sounds like a nice early Xmas for you.
OK, need to forage for sustenance. All y’all take care
He may not be gone then… and unfortunately, there are no windows in the area he’s isolating - just a door with no screen door. The laundry part and hard surface cleaning is easy. The carpet, not so much. I may end up spraying a lot of Lysol. And I should probably keep Tobias out of there for a while. CDC says a week is enough.
I’m having some medicinal amaretto. It stops my cough! Woohoo!
My sister called several times about a plumbing problem simil ar to the one MetalMouse had recently. I’m no plumber, but when she goes into panic mode, she freezes and can only think to call me, which is fine. It delayed me so that I had to choose: gym or grocery store. Today was the last day of BOGO on ginger ale, so I chose the store.
Oh, I’ve only had one husband. I stuck it out for 32 years, which says nothing good about me.
Somehow I read this as “ear douching station.” Because, of course, everyone should have that fresh feeling, now in Mountain Meadow and Sunshine Daydream. I hope the switch-over isn’t too awful.
FCM, hope SIL can go home soon and that you and FCD stay healthy.