I am up and all my peeps are still asleep. Oh the dogs got up with me, took care of their bidness, and have gone back to sleep.
I am having leftover salisbury steak for breakfast. I googled and found a 5star recipe with ingredients that I had in the house. The gravy called for a quarter cup of ketchup. I did it but the gravy was too sweet for me. Mr. P liked it. I try to follow the recipe exactly when I first cook something, but I mean who really measures 1/8 of a teaspoon salt and pepper????? Next time I will add more french onion soup and the same amount of ketchup.
It seems to be one of those “stick to your ribs” meals.
Question of the Day for me anyway….
When you get free labor to help you move, what kind of food do you provide.
Mr. P said order some pizzas
I said Walmart fried chicken, potato salad, cole slaw, and backed beans.
He said Subway sandwiches.
Kim, pizza is always the selection for movers’ help.
Fried chicken, with all that stuff would satiate the help and they would be worthless the rest of the afternoon.
Kim, one time I had people helping me move with what was a rather simple move (early in my adult life and I didn’t have a lot of stuff left) and I served root-beer floats. My pastor was one of the ones who helped, and several years later he still occasionally commented on how good those floats were.
One of my roommates had friends who moved her stuff in, and I quietly asked her if she had food for them, and she hadn’t thought about that. I whipped up some sloppy joes and they were very appreciative.
I think I might have gotten sub sandwiches for those who helped me move into my house in Nashville, I don’t remember for sure but I think that’s what I chose. But there was some good-natured griping about not ever helping me again, I had so many books. (They’d tell other people, “If she ever needs help moving, say no.” “Piano?” “No. Books.”) After I was moved in, and in addition to helping me move in, people had helped me paint, replaced both of my toilets, etc., I then had a party in my house, and I invited way too many people for my seating (about 20, everyone who had helped me in some way), and I served my fanciest company meal.
Peter, our youngest (younger, technically) turned 21 this year too. Of course, I only knew about her from the time she was 16, and didn’t meet her till she was 17. But they still grow up too fast.
They grow up so fast.
But before you know it, there are grandkids.
There’s nothing grander than grandkids.
My middle GD is in St. Augustine, Fl. now. They were in Orlando. They didn’t say they were going. I saw them on my iPhone.
I had a nutritious, cold health shake this morning (yogurt, frozen fruits/veggies) — still working on it with a straw.
I have to leave earlier than usual today, I have 2 phone interviews set up this morning — one with a port official on the decision to close down the beloved old Red Car line and the other w/Zamperini’s grandson who wanted us to do an update on the boys ‘camp’ ministry started by his grandfather that he’s taken over & also put the word out that “Unbroken” premieres this weekend on HBO.
Yesterday I had to interview a couple local rabbis to add to our Yom Kippur story (mainly written by our sister paper) that focused on the holiday’s requirement to fast. I was surprised I found rabbis who were available this week, but 2 called me back which was enough.
And thankfully, it’s cooled off a bit (it may not last, but for now it’s a relief). We may even get a bit of rain this week, today specifically, but we’ll see.
Good riddance to summer (although our heat will likely continue, off and on, for several more weeks).
I’ve been much better about flossing nightly since I saw the hygienist last time (in May?). I go back in December when I’ll be expecting a gold star or something. 🙂
Mumsee, my husband takes our dentist candy and soda pop. Honestly. He took her ginger candy once, and “howling ginger beer” (non-alcoholic but potent) another time. Last time he was going I told him he couldn’t go to the dentist; he didn’t have any candy for her!
An icky but inspirational YouTube video went viral on Monday showing a rat carrying an entire slice of pizza on its back down a New York City subway staircase.
The determined little guy is seen in the short video, taken by YouTuber Matt Little, carrying the pizza in tow just before he sadly gets discouraged and drops the slice.
The video continues to go viral with many on social media comparing Pizza Rat’s struggle to get his pizza to the everyday grind of trying to fight hard for your dreams.
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They say you know you’re too old when folks don’t ask you to help them move anymore . . . so I’d say depends on the age of the movers. Beer and pizza usually work best for the crowd we’ve had . . . 🙂
Visiting the dentist to get my teeth cleaned makes me feel wealthier and more pampered than King Tut and most of the kings of history until probably about twenty years ago! 🙂
Jo was up late, and I was up early. Nice to meet up here at the beginning and end of our September 22s. 🙂
AJ: Enjoy the dentist?
Is that even possible?
It is when the charge is $114 less than planned. 😉
(I had a crown put on, and the treatment plan figured in the cost of a crown buildup, so that if the buildup was needed — they don’t know ’til they go in there if one is necessary — there wouldn’t be a nasty financial surprise. Turns out I didn’t need one, so I got a pleasant surprise instead.) 🙂
OK, so QoD 2 (QoD 1 answer: pizza, btw): What would you do with an extra $114? Stick it back in the appropriate budget category, or something else?
Well I will be serving nothing this weekend. Hopefully I will be next weekend.
Underwriting is saying they won’t have everything ready until next Monday at the earliest. That throws everything off. Not having to pay another months rent, getting the house cleaned before we turn it back over to the landlord. Getting the deed recorded in time to claim homestead exemption. Everything.
There is an article in this week’s World that says, “One study found that watching Sesame Street was as beneficial for children’s academic progress as Head Start.”
I’m not a fan of Head Start, but I’d still vote for them. Sesame Street is entertainment with a bit of education. The fast pace and shifting scenes teaches kids NOT to stay and really learn, but to be charmed into learning something.
Head Start gets them out of their household into a better schooling environment and in theory provides the parents with an opportunity to learn better parenting skills.
Of course both are funded by the federal government. My guess is Sesame Street is cheaper.
No to close Friday would have been ideal. We would have help to move the heavy stuff on Saturday. We could have moved boxes and lighter items on Friday afternoon and evening and I could have had a cleaning service clean the rental on Tuesday and handed the landlord his keys on the 30th and received my deposit back. Now we will close next Wednesday which is the last day of the month. There is no way to hand the landlord the keys to a nice clean house. We won’t be able to get help again until Saturday October 3rd then I won’t be able to get the rental cleaned until the 5 or 6th and I will have to pay October rent.
I am frustrated because someone at the mortgage company dropped the ball. The underwriter required some additional stipulations and she couldn’t be bothered to verify something.
I am frustrated because we wouldn’t have had to jump through these additional hoops if we had been able to use my income but we couldn’t.
I am frustrated because for 3 years I have tried to do the right thing and keep ending up in the wrong situation.
I am frustrated and I want to cry but I can’t.
Andree Seu Peterson, in a World article quotes a statement her grandmother made about being a tourist somewhere. “Why do I want to go to see a bunch of decrepit buildings?”
Reminds me of an incident years ago. Elvera’s aunt visited us in Virginia. We took her to see Natural Bridge, among other things. She said, “We came here to see a hole in the ground?”
Do people still do that Peter?
Kim, jump up and down and scream. Get it all out. It would be better and cheaper this week.
Then, thank the Lord for His goodness. For His plans and that His ways are better than our ways. Then stand and see what the Lord will do. This didn’t upset Him or catch Him by surprise.
Sorry, this is the talk I give myself, like when my renters left unexpectedly last year.
Every time I’ve moved it’s been a complete disaster in some way or another. It sounds perfectly normal to me, Kim. Expect the worst.
Last time I moved:
Movers were late, we were in the middle of a horrible spring-time heat wave.
I’d spent weeks packing and trying to move what I could (so I was physically exhausted).
Dogs (3 of them) were taken over to the new place ahead of me, they got out of the yard and a friend who was watching them had to chase them all down the street.
Finally. Movers loaded everything, my VW was packed to the ceiling with stuff and it was time to head over the bridge to the house.
Except.
No keys.
I had no keys to the car, no keys to the new house.
I had to leave my car and ride over the bridge with the movers who said it was too late in the day, anyway, to unload the furniture.
Called the painter who had an extra key to the house so I could get in.
Spent first night in new house sleeping on the floor (without even a change of clothes and I was a sweaty mess) with the freaked out dogs who barked a lot. It was really hot. did I mention that?
Yep. Moving. Always worse than you’d ever imagine it will be.
We’re back from round 2 of the dentist appointments today — 6th Arrow had a cavity filled this afternoon. She goes to a different dentist, and at a different place, than I do, so we helped support two different businesses today.
Now we’re done with dentists until… October 5th, when another round of cleanings occurs for the the ones who haven’t yet had their second checkup for the year.
It would be nice if we get good reports at all three of the upcoming visits, and be done for the year…
Well, it’s been nice talking with you all again. Back to the piano I go. My music I’m preparing for the various things I’m playing for in the next few months is harder than it first looked.
I’m way behind reading here — weeks — but am up to date with the prayer thread and will try to stay current there.
So… I was looking out the kitchen window as I was starting to fix breakfast. A gal who works for someone else in these flats, strolled over, with a little child beside her, to the papaya tree and picked the only ripe papaya. She looked up and saw me and headed for my door. Except, I had a jacket on and my long nightgown, but I was not dressed. So she knocked and knocked and called my name, but I did not answer. I did go and get dressed, but by then she was gone. How to tell someone, yes you saw me, yes I’m home, but I am not ready to answer the door.
I am going to survive. I had a mini breakdown today. This isn’t going according to plans. Now we have to cancel things we had lined up. I am looking for the silver lining. Right now it is still looking bleak
Kim, I know. When I sold the house in Nashville, it ended up taking two extra months (with the same buyer) because of some glitches in her situation with another house. Not only was that two extra months of me paying the mortgage for a house I wasn’t living in, but I’d been relieved to sell it before mowing season started, and by the time it finally sold the lawn badly needed mowed. The delay wasn’t the buyer’s fault, but it was a pretty serious inconvenience to several people. (Including my brother, who had bought the mortgage from me with his first wife . . . and then after she died, he remarried and he and his new wife decided to buy a new house and needed the money out of mine!)
They’re fumigating the office tonight so I decided to clear off some of the stacks of papers on my desk. Doing that is always kind of strange, like an archaeological dig through the notes, reports & agendas used on all the stories I’ve done in recent weeks — harbor commission, homeless, bridge tear-down, Trump, labor day marathon, school board dust-up, waterfront redevelopment …
Kim – I’m so sorry for this set-back you are having. Those kinds of things are so discouraging & upsetting. Let yourself have a good cry, if you haven’t already. And take Jo’s advice, too.
Lee is in a similar place with trying to sell his route. Two buyers got so close, then dropped out (one did so the night before the scheduled closing). He had plans to spend more time with Forrest this summer, & he is so bummed (don’t know if I’ve ever used that word) that Forrest is now in school. (My big, strong husband has shed tears of frustration & disappointment about all this.) The current buyer is still proceeding, but there have been two or three delays for various reasons.
As for your QoD, our tradition, from my parents’ time through ours, has always been to have donuts in the morning, & pizza in the afternoon.
Say it’s just a whole in the ground? Not about the cave, is that’s what you mean. Many say it is much different than what they expected since it is a maze or labyrinth cave, instead a large open cavern. But amazingly, some of those whose brains are on vacation-neutral ask if it’s underground.
Oh, and Kim- pizza goes best for moving since it doesn’t require flatware. All you need is paper plates to hold the pizza, and some beverage to go with it. (And napkins, of course.)
I am in the outpatient cardiac waiting room. Anyone up early and maybe say a prayer? Thanks. ‘Tis good to trust in Jesus. We got green lights the whole 30 minute way over here. At a major intersection the light turned green and right after we passed through it turned yellow. This is significant to my husband because he always complains about catching red lights.
Janice, I think that’s a “guy” thing (complaining about red lights). I remember once my hubby made a right turn on a red light and I commented that we were then going the opposite direction from where we wanted to be and he said, “I know, but at least we’re moving.”
Blessings on your day. Please realize that I (and probably all of us) are aware of, and sympathetic, to what your life is like right now.
Linda, my husband keeps a running commentary on red lights, how many he has had to stop for or hasn’t. One time I almost said out loud, “You know, I really don’t care how many lights we catch, or don’t,” but I thought, “Wait a minute, many wives complain their husbands don’t talk to them. My husband talks to me. Let him.” No, I don’t care about red lights, or about the rules of American football, or about what musician sang this song that is playing in the background while we eat our fast food meal . . . but he cares and he’s talking, and he’s perfectly willing to engage in conversation I care about, so it’s a net win.
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Evening, Jo. And hi to all! Early morning dentist appt for me, so thought I’d stop by and say hello!
Blessings on your day and night. 🙂
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Good morning 5 Arrows. A bit early for you isn’t it?
Hi Jo and Tychicus.
Not much going on in Hendersonville.
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Thanks 6, enjoy the dentist. I need to be up early tomorrow for parent conferences.
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Enjoy the dentist?
Is that even possible? 😯
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I am up and all my peeps are still asleep. Oh the dogs got up with me, took care of their bidness, and have gone back to sleep.
I am having leftover salisbury steak for breakfast. I googled and found a 5star recipe with ingredients that I had in the house. The gravy called for a quarter cup of ketchup. I did it but the gravy was too sweet for me. Mr. P liked it. I try to follow the recipe exactly when I first cook something, but I mean who really measures 1/8 of a teaspoon salt and pepper????? Next time I will add more french onion soup and the same amount of ketchup.
It seems to be one of those “stick to your ribs” meals.
Question of the Day for me anyway….
When you get free labor to help you move, what kind of food do you provide.
Mr. P said order some pizzas
I said Walmart fried chicken, potato salad, cole slaw, and backed beans.
He said Subway sandwiches.
What would you do?
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I would do the pizza or sandwiches because you don’t want to worry about plates or silverware. Make it as simple as possible.
good night.
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Kim, pizza is always the selection for movers’ help.
Fried chicken, with all that stuff would satiate the help and they would be worthless the rest of the afternoon.
Pizza it is. 🙂
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JO, you’re up late tonight,
time to rack out for the evening!
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But fried chicken might be good for a housewarming party for the help a couple of weeks after the move and everything is settled down.
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Today is also D3’s (youngest L) birthday. She is now 21. They grow up too fast.
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Kim, one time I had people helping me move with what was a rather simple move (early in my adult life and I didn’t have a lot of stuff left) and I served root-beer floats. My pastor was one of the ones who helped, and several years later he still occasionally commented on how good those floats were.
One of my roommates had friends who moved her stuff in, and I quietly asked her if she had food for them, and she hadn’t thought about that. I whipped up some sloppy joes and they were very appreciative.
I think I might have gotten sub sandwiches for those who helped me move into my house in Nashville, I don’t remember for sure but I think that’s what I chose. But there was some good-natured griping about not ever helping me again, I had so many books. (They’d tell other people, “If she ever needs help moving, say no.” “Piano?” “No. Books.”) After I was moved in, and in addition to helping me move in, people had helped me paint, replaced both of my toilets, etc., I then had a party in my house, and I invited way too many people for my seating (about 20, everyone who had helped me in some way), and I served my fanciest company meal.
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Peter, our youngest (younger, technically) turned 21 this year too. Of course, I only knew about her from the time she was 16, and didn’t meet her till she was 17. But they still grow up too fast.
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They grow up so fast.
But before you know it, there are grandkids.
There’s nothing grander than grandkids.
My middle GD is in St. Augustine, Fl. now. They were in Orlando. They didn’t say they were going. I saw them on my iPhone.
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We had the dentist and her husband and their baby over for dinner a week or so ago, that was fun.
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Pizza.
I had a nutritious, cold health shake this morning (yogurt, frozen fruits/veggies) — still working on it with a straw.
I have to leave earlier than usual today, I have 2 phone interviews set up this morning — one with a port official on the decision to close down the beloved old Red Car line and the other w/Zamperini’s grandson who wanted us to do an update on the boys ‘camp’ ministry started by his grandfather that he’s taken over & also put the word out that “Unbroken” premieres this weekend on HBO.
Yesterday I had to interview a couple local rabbis to add to our Yom Kippur story (mainly written by our sister paper) that focused on the holiday’s requirement to fast. I was surprised I found rabbis who were available this week, but 2 called me back which was enough.
And thankfully, it’s cooled off a bit (it may not last, but for now it’s a relief). We may even get a bit of rain this week, today specifically, but we’ll see.
Good riddance to summer (although our heat will likely continue, off and on, for several more weeks).
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I’ve been much better about flossing nightly since I saw the hygienist last time (in May?). I go back in December when I’ll be expecting a gold star or something. 🙂
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Mumsee, my husband takes our dentist candy and soda pop. Honestly. He took her ginger candy once, and “howling ginger beer” (non-alcoholic but potent) another time. Last time he was going I told him he couldn’t go to the dentist; he didn’t have any candy for her!
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And our little pizza rat (video I shared yesterday) is quite famous.
http://www.nydailynews.com/new-york/pizza-rat-inspirational-debut-nyc-subway-article-1.2368904?cid=bitly
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He has been dubbed “Pizza Rat.”
An icky but inspirational YouTube video went viral on Monday showing a rat carrying an entire slice of pizza on its back down a New York City subway staircase.
The determined little guy is seen in the short video, taken by YouTuber Matt Little, carrying the pizza in tow just before he sadly gets discouraged and drops the slice.
The video continues to go viral with many on social media comparing Pizza Rat’s struggle to get his pizza to the everyday grind of trying to fight hard for your dreams.
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They say you know you’re too old when folks don’t ask you to help them move anymore . . . so I’d say depends on the age of the movers. Beer and pizza usually work best for the crowd we’ve had . . . 🙂
Visiting the dentist to get my teeth cleaned makes me feel wealthier and more pampered than King Tut and most of the kings of history until probably about twenty years ago! 🙂
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Jo was up late, and I was up early. Nice to meet up here at the beginning and end of our September 22s. 🙂
AJ: Enjoy the dentist?
Is that even possible?
It is when the charge is $114 less than planned. 😉
(I had a crown put on, and the treatment plan figured in the cost of a crown buildup, so that if the buildup was needed — they don’t know ’til they go in there if one is necessary — there wouldn’t be a nasty financial surprise. Turns out I didn’t need one, so I got a pleasant surprise instead.) 🙂
OK, so QoD 2 (QoD 1 answer: pizza, btw): What would you do with an extra $114? Stick it back in the appropriate budget category, or something else?
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Well I will be serving nothing this weekend. Hopefully I will be next weekend.
Underwriting is saying they won’t have everything ready until next Monday at the earliest. That throws everything off. Not having to pay another months rent, getting the house cleaned before we turn it back over to the landlord. Getting the deed recorded in time to claim homestead exemption. Everything.
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6 Arrows, I’d stick $100 back into the budgeted account and think of something fun for the rest of it.
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But it is happening. And it takes some of the pressure off to move quickly. Though that could certainly be done.
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There is an article in this week’s World that says, “One study found that watching Sesame Street was as beneficial for children’s academic progress as Head Start.”
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I’m not a fan of Head Start, but I’d still vote for them. Sesame Street is entertainment with a bit of education. The fast pace and shifting scenes teaches kids NOT to stay and really learn, but to be charmed into learning something.
Head Start gets them out of their household into a better schooling environment and in theory provides the parents with an opportunity to learn better parenting skills.
Of course both are funded by the federal government. My guess is Sesame Street is cheaper.
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No to close Friday would have been ideal. We would have help to move the heavy stuff on Saturday. We could have moved boxes and lighter items on Friday afternoon and evening and I could have had a cleaning service clean the rental on Tuesday and handed the landlord his keys on the 30th and received my deposit back. Now we will close next Wednesday which is the last day of the month. There is no way to hand the landlord the keys to a nice clean house. We won’t be able to get help again until Saturday October 3rd then I won’t be able to get the rental cleaned until the 5 or 6th and I will have to pay October rent.
I am frustrated because someone at the mortgage company dropped the ball. The underwriter required some additional stipulations and she couldn’t be bothered to verify something.
I am frustrated because we wouldn’t have had to jump through these additional hoops if we had been able to use my income but we couldn’t.
I am frustrated because for 3 years I have tried to do the right thing and keep ending up in the wrong situation.
I am frustrated and I want to cry but I can’t.
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I’d help you cry, if I could Kim.:cry:
Andree Seu Peterson, in a World article quotes a statement her grandmother made about being a tourist somewhere. “Why do I want to go to see a bunch of decrepit buildings?”
Reminds me of an incident years ago. Elvera’s aunt visited us in Virginia. We took her to see Natural Bridge, among other things. She said, “We came here to see a hole in the ground?”
Do people still do that Peter?
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Kim, jump up and down and scream. Get it all out. It would be better and cheaper this week.
Then, thank the Lord for His goodness. For His plans and that His ways are better than our ways. Then stand and see what the Lord will do. This didn’t upset Him or catch Him by surprise.
Sorry, this is the talk I give myself, like when my renters left unexpectedly last year.
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Every time I’ve moved it’s been a complete disaster in some way or another. It sounds perfectly normal to me, Kim. Expect the worst.
Last time I moved:
Movers were late, we were in the middle of a horrible spring-time heat wave.
I’d spent weeks packing and trying to move what I could (so I was physically exhausted).
Dogs (3 of them) were taken over to the new place ahead of me, they got out of the yard and a friend who was watching them had to chase them all down the street.
Finally. Movers loaded everything, my VW was packed to the ceiling with stuff and it was time to head over the bridge to the house.
Except.
No keys.
I had no keys to the car, no keys to the new house.
I had to leave my car and ride over the bridge with the movers who said it was too late in the day, anyway, to unload the furniture.
Called the painter who had an extra key to the house so I could get in.
Spent first night in new house sleeping on the floor (without even a change of clothes and I was a sweaty mess) with the freaked out dogs who barked a lot. It was really hot. did I mention that?
Yep. Moving. Always worse than you’d ever imagine it will be.
At least that’s been my experience.
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Cheryl, 2:06, sounds like a good idea.
Kim, very sorry about all the house business.
We’re back from round 2 of the dentist appointments today — 6th Arrow had a cavity filled this afternoon. She goes to a different dentist, and at a different place, than I do, so we helped support two different businesses today.
Now we’re done with dentists until… October 5th, when another round of cleanings occurs for the the ones who haven’t yet had their second checkup for the year.
It would be nice if we get good reports at all three of the upcoming visits, and be done for the year…
Not likely, though. 😦 Sigh.
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Well, it’s been nice talking with you all again. Back to the piano I go. My music I’m preparing for the various things I’m playing for in the next few months is harder than it first looked.
I’m way behind reading here — weeks — but am up to date with the prayer thread and will try to stay current there.
See you around at a later date, everybody.
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So… I was looking out the kitchen window as I was starting to fix breakfast. A gal who works for someone else in these flats, strolled over, with a little child beside her, to the papaya tree and picked the only ripe papaya. She looked up and saw me and headed for my door. Except, I had a jacket on and my long nightgown, but I was not dressed. So she knocked and knocked and called my name, but I did not answer. I did go and get dressed, but by then she was gone. How to tell someone, yes you saw me, yes I’m home, but I am not ready to answer the door.
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Wow, that looks terrible that I posted that at 6pm! but it happened at 7:30 am.
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I am going to survive. I had a mini breakdown today. This isn’t going according to plans. Now we have to cancel things we had lined up. I am looking for the silver lining. Right now it is still looking bleak
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Kim, I know. When I sold the house in Nashville, it ended up taking two extra months (with the same buyer) because of some glitches in her situation with another house. Not only was that two extra months of me paying the mortgage for a house I wasn’t living in, but I’d been relieved to sell it before mowing season started, and by the time it finally sold the lawn badly needed mowed. The delay wasn’t the buyer’s fault, but it was a pretty serious inconvenience to several people. (Including my brother, who had bought the mortgage from me with his first wife . . . and then after she died, he remarried and he and his new wife decided to buy a new house and needed the money out of mine!)
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Meltdowns are completely understandable & allowable when you’re moving and/or buying/selling a house.
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They’re fumigating the office tonight so I decided to clear off some of the stacks of papers on my desk. Doing that is always kind of strange, like an archaeological dig through the notes, reports & agendas used on all the stories I’ve done in recent weeks — harbor commission, homeless, bridge tear-down, Trump, labor day marathon, school board dust-up, waterfront redevelopment …
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Kim – I’m so sorry for this set-back you are having. Those kinds of things are so discouraging & upsetting. Let yourself have a good cry, if you haven’t already. And take Jo’s advice, too.
Lee is in a similar place with trying to sell his route. Two buyers got so close, then dropped out (one did so the night before the scheduled closing). He had plans to spend more time with Forrest this summer, & he is so bummed (don’t know if I’ve ever used that word) that Forrest is now in school. (My big, strong husband has shed tears of frustration & disappointment about all this.) The current buyer is still proceeding, but there have been two or three delays for various reasons.
As for your QoD, our tradition, from my parents’ time through ours, has always been to have donuts in the morning, & pizza in the afternoon.
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My husband, Art, has a procedure at the hospital early in the a.m. to try to reset the pace of his heart.
Tonight we went to see A Walk in the Woods. It is a good movie, but I would have bleeped a lot of words.
I am enjoying the Pumpkin Spice Pepperidge Farm Swirl bread. Publix has a BOGO deal. FYI. 🙂
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Chas asked: “Do people still do that Peter?”
Say it’s just a whole in the ground? Not about the cave, is that’s what you mean. Many say it is much different than what they expected since it is a maze or labyrinth cave, instead a large open cavern. But amazingly, some of those whose brains are on vacation-neutral ask if it’s underground.
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Oh, and Kim- pizza goes best for moving since it doesn’t require flatware. All you need is paper plates to hold the pizza, and some beverage to go with it. (And napkins, of course.)
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I am in the outpatient cardiac waiting room. Anyone up early and maybe say a prayer? Thanks. ‘Tis good to trust in Jesus. We got green lights the whole 30 minute way over here. At a major intersection the light turned green and right after we passed through it turned yellow. This is significant to my husband because he always complains about catching red lights.
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Janice, I said a prayer.
IT’S FALL, y’all.
Except for Jo. It’s spring for her. Maybe some rain with it?
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Janice, I think that’s a “guy” thing (complaining about red lights). I remember once my hubby made a right turn on a red light and I commented that we were then going the opposite direction from where we wanted to be and he said, “I know, but at least we’re moving.”
Blessings on your day. Please realize that I (and probably all of us) are aware of, and sympathetic, to what your life is like right now.
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Linda, my husband keeps a running commentary on red lights, how many he has had to stop for or hasn’t. One time I almost said out loud, “You know, I really don’t care how many lights we catch, or don’t,” but I thought, “Wait a minute, many wives complain their husbands don’t talk to them. My husband talks to me. Let him.” No, I don’t care about red lights, or about the rules of American football, or about what musician sang this song that is playing in the background while we eat our fast food meal . . . but he cares and he’s talking, and he’s perfectly willing to engage in conversation I care about, so it’s a net win.
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Janice, I realize I am an hour behind you so the procedure may already be over but I also said a quick prayer for you.
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Cheryl – I totally agree!
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Wait a minute! We can’t leave this thread at 48. So 49 will now close us off.
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Cheryl, if you listen to your husband, you will learn some things.
Like the rules of football.
How can you not care?
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