Kim, you haven’t shared anything about those wonderful grandchildren in a while. How are they? And is Cheryl making progress in the physical therapy, Aj?
Me too, Jo.
Nice rain. Supposed to rain all weekend. I hope so.
IT’s FRIDAY
You know what that means?
No Y today, otherwise, I would be there now.
No Lions today.
We’re leaving in just a few minutes for Greensboro. To Chuck’s.
We will stop over in Hickory so Elvera can go to the mall. Her favorite.
Though she likes Spartanburg too. I’m taking lots of reading material.
Evening again to you all. I ended up getting sick on the meal served tonight at the retreat. nice that I could just come home. I am up recovering with a can of 7up.
Good morning! I awakened at four with a migraine, took Imitrex and Fiorinal and tried to go back to sleep — but couldn’t. I got out of bed around 4:45 and started the coffee machine… The pain subsided around six, after my second dose of Imitrex (Imitrex is a Triptan–a class of drugs that constrict blood vessels –not a narcotic.). So happy I caught it in time!
I’ll check back in later — gotta run Becca to la escuela….
Jo, we haven’t seen the grandchildren in a while. We saw E in January when she was just six weeks old. We haven’t seen S since July of last year. We just couldn’t make it happen. Right now the plan is to go in January for 8 days. C will have to go to Austin again for the 3rd or 4th year of her class. Her mom stayed home last year and kept S, but she wants to go this year, so we are going up to Maryland to keep both children while oldest son works. Luckily the Mommy posts photos and videos on FB and we can see. I imagine Miss E is quite the walker these days…she started trying when she was only 6 months old.
I’m giving tests today, since next week is homecoming. No one feels like taking tests during homecoming week. And this one is special since it’s the 60th anniversary of the school.
I feel like I have been hit by a truck. The alarm went off this morning and I so very much wanted to stay in bed. I got up anyway. I have to show property at noon today.
Last night I filled out the order for graduation stuff. I wish BG and I were more excited over it, but it has been such a struggle her almost entire school career to get her up and moving in the morning. She doesn’t care and I am spent. I asked her what she wanted me to order. She said just the basics. Not much. The minimum order of invitations was 25. We don’t have that many people to send them to. I couldn’t help myself, coming from a printing background I ordered the inside envelopes and the tissue paper as well. I also ordered 50 of the name cards. At some point I will teach her the value of having them and putting then inside a gift so that the receiver can leave the gift in the box and not have to worry about who gave it to them. Of course who am I fooling. I have had 18 years to teach her to eat with her mouth closed and use her napkin which is kept in her lap. I haven’t succeeded there either.
She did have dinner with her dad and the fiancee’ last night. He had printed out her grades and how many days she had missed. He told me he had a stern talk with her. Not too hopeful there. I am reading a book right now that is very difficult, “Come Home”. So in the grand scheme of things she isn’t a runaway drug addict. This isn’t how I envisioned things when she was born, but they come here hard wired and they are their own people.
Back from today’s early doc appt. Very nice doc and nurse. Can’t do anything until we see the urologist. Got one more med so the pharmacy gets to see me again. Bosley is having her cuddle time now. She is as mixed up on her schedule as we are on ours. When I hear her purrs it makes it seem like all is well in the world for a few moments.
A few weeks back I ordered a food processor from Amazon. It was delivered on time, but it was in its own box without a covering box and both ends of the box were open, and it had no paperwork with it like an instruction booklet. I think I need to return it. Does anyone have experience with some similar situation?
Kim, they are indeed. They are given to us for a season but they belong to Somebody else. You have done the training, be there to encourage her but she will be making her own decisions more and more.
The real, sorry it is so hard, glad it is getting better.
Ann, I hope the migraine is gone?
Janice, Return it. Unless you can find an instruction book on line and can be assured all of the parts are there.
The boys went to take the quills out of Tychicus’s mouth.
Saw that link on World, but didn’t read it 😦 I’m sure she did the right thing and the dog is re-homed well?
Janice, amazon returns are VERY easy, go online to your order and click that you want to return it, the rest is very quick (you print out the label) and they refund your $ very quickly (as soon as the return label is scanned in at UPS). Say the packaging was damaged (that’s one of the “reasons” options) and you’ll get the full refund with no deductions for return shipping on your end.
I used to take Imitrex, worked well although left me feeling “slow” or something — but anything to get rid of those migraines.
I finally found Annie’s house guest last night, he was dutifully bagged and taken out to the trash (with my whispered “sorry buddy” apologies). Not a little mouse, this one looked like a rat, a good sized rodent with a very long tail. Ugh. Annie was ambitious that day.
Hope you’re feeling better Jo — and I’m jealous of your rain. We’re heading into ANOTHER heat wave this weekend. September is pretty much a lost month for us now, typically (too) hot from start to finish. Since not that many homes on the coast have a/c (we really have never needed it more than a few days a year), we tend to complain a lot when the heat stretches out like this.
Donna, the dog didn’t need rehomed; someone else claimed it first. Considering she is heading into her third trimester of pregnancy, really it might be just as well. If you already have a dog when you get pregnant, great; but it seems a far from ideal time to get a new young dog.
I agree, not a good time to take on a dog — I had a co-worker who tried that (they had a couple young children) and it was a disaster for everyone, all the way around, including the dog. 😦
Donna, I just had thought from the headline that they got the dog and then soon gave it away (and I figured you thought that too), but instead they took a couple of days to decide, called the shelter and said they wanted it and would pick it up tomorrow, and when they went the next day they found out it had been given away to someone else. But my thought was that it’s probably better for them to wait (she said their neighbors had counseled them that it isn’t a good time to get a dog, especially a puppy), and the dog might be better off too (assuming it got a good home). I waited till Misten was mostly past puppyhood to get approved to do foster care (and I wasn’t taking in anyone younger than five), even though I considered Misten to be one of the assets of my home for kids, an unofficial therapy dog, and she proved to be that.
I think she was just past a year, still pretty young, when I got approved, and probably two before I got kids for more than a weekend. But she was well past potty training or training in basic commands, and her energy was there but clearly under her control when she was around children or old people, and she was ready.
I’d seen her surrounded by three or four people in wheelchairs in a nursing home. And I’d seen her–at about eight months of age and thus definitely still puppy–go running right up to a baby whose parents had foolishly lain him on his back on the ground in a dog park with two or three dozen dogs in it. She ran to the baby and ran right up him with her legs straddling him so she could look at him face to face. It was a puppy move, but not many puppies would have so intelligently avoided stepping on the child while running up to see it, and I hoped that the parents understood their carelessness when it was only a collie puppy that was so bold while they sat ten feet away from their infant. And I saw her approach an old lady with enthusiasm, but deliberately slow down as she got to within a few feet of her, and walk forward in exaggerated slow motion, at just a year old. She intrinsically understood and respected weakness, and she was ready for children. But I wouldn’t have even considered having even that known quantity of collie puppy at the same time as an infant, let alone a shelter rescue that might well have some bad habits like imperfect housebreaking, chewing, or nipping. I’m guessing that in some households it might actually work well, especially (say) someone whose parents bred dogs, and who was thus super familiar with all aspects of dog care. But 95% of the time I think that would be really poor timing.
Mumsee, that’s one reason why cats should be indoor pets. Out here in the country I don’t mind as much, but in the city I really despised trespassing cats. It’s one thing that a dog gets out of the fence or out of the door, but I really don’t like them being put outside on purpose, where they’re sure to kill birds and use neighbors’ shrubbery as their private litter box. Here we have bird feeders, but cats generally keep their distance from our fence, and instead hunt in the field behind our house. I don’t mind that. This morning one got too close to our fence, and Misten chased it the whole way. When it got to the corner it turned, and she got to chase it longer. She was, of course, quite pleased with herself, and I was pleased she still has it in her. She really has rarely had the chance to chase a cat, since they rarely get that close to the fence to give her a chance.
Received an email that we are cleared to close. While I am very thankful, it sure would have been more convenient to have closed today. They are dating the documents for the 30th and I am going to have to pay prorated rent.
BUT WE ARE CLEARED TO CLOSE!!!!!!!!
For those who would like to rush down here and help me move email me and I will give you the address. 😉
Hello from Greensboro. Elvera only spent an hour at the mall. A record for her.
Cats don’ trespass! They have a right to wherever they are. Just ask one..
😦 It rained all the way over here. I appreciate the rain, but trucks make a mess on the interstate.
You can’t relax for a second.
🙂 Kim is getting her huse!
Don’t worry, Donna, I don’t sic Misten on cats on purpose, and that may be only the second or third time in her life I have seen her chase one. But we’ve never seen them hang out near the bird feeder, and I can only surmise it’s because they respect the dog that is just on the other side of the fence. And I’m very glad if she’s willing to remind them to stay out. I don’t mind if they stay in their owners’ yard, I just don’t want them in mine.
We are at the office for a bit. Yes, that is a nice picture of a cat feeder for the header!
Traffic was really awful getting to the office. We were at a complete standstill for some time (combo rain, accidents, and Fri. afternoon traffic). It’s probably not good for husband to be here because of the stress right now, but he has to take care of a few things while all else is on hold. I plan to try to do a book review or two and print out that return receipt for Amazon on the food processor. I don’t think we will be here for hours like usual.
Yesterday, Cheryl was talking-lamenting about her husband telling her about sports and other things she didn’t particularly want to hear.
I was thinking about that today when TSWITW was telling me about having to find something to go with something. (I don’t remember enough to tell you what it was. But it was important.) Some things are important to different kinds of people. I have to listen to lots of that sort of thing because she needs to talk about it and I’m the only one she has to listen. She and Polly can talk for an hour about I don’t know what.
What does she have to put up with?
I don’t tell her things. I never could talk about my job and don’t discuss trivia.
Her problem? I sing along with whatever is playing on the CD. She has never objected. I don’t have an especially good voice, but I can carry a tune.
I can’t help it. I find myself singing with whatever is playing. That’s one reason I don’t go around with music from an iPhone in my ear. I would be working out and suddenly find myself singing.
I caught myself doing that on an airplane once. Only once.
Janice, glad you got the return set up — Amazon has earned its good reputation for customer service.
I have 3 stories written this week that haven’t run so they have plenty from me for the weekend (well, one story ran today I guess). Finishing up the Red Car piece today & the Zamperini story is already turned in, but both kind of have to run tomorrow. Easy Friday for me.
For those who get HBO, “Unbroken” will premier there Saturday night and will be featured in their rotating movie lineup for a good month.
Cats go where they will. But Annie sticks close, she’s almost always either in the backyard, on the back patio or on the front porch. Neighbors to the south have dogs that they let loose sometimes, so she’s learned to steer clear of them. Neighbors to the north love cats and like Annie in particular.
I make my dogs respect the cats we come across on our nightly walks. There was one last night who was sitting on the sidewalk. She arched her back as we approached on leash and then ducked behind a brick wall on the driveway. We passed, the dogs were polite & paid her little attention.
Interesting turn of events in the missing pans saga. You remember Mrs L forgot to get them out when Sears came to get our old stove and deliver a new one? It turns out they took it to the local store and had it in a semi trailer waiting to be hauled off. I got the pans back today. I can make my scrambled eggs and sausage on an iron pan tomorrow! 🙂
Sorry to hear that progress is slow for Cheryl, The Real. That’s hard. I had always thought broken limbs healed relatively quickly, until my father had his femur fractured in a car accident. It was a compound fracture, and he had a titanium post put in (he also went into a coma from fat embolism, but that’s another story). After his recovery from the embolism, he took months going from crutches to canes to one cane and finally walking by himself. He was off work nearly a year. One thing my mother did, on the advice of the physiotherapist was to give him calcium magnesium supplements with Vitamin C. He was supposed to have another operation grafting bone from his hip, because they were concerned the bone wouldn’t heal (the femur is the largest long bone in the body); but when they checked his bone, they found it had completely knit together, and they attributed it to my mother’s supplements.
Guess who, I make Misten respect cats when she is on leash, but most of her time outside is in the backyard unleashed. One of the few times I’ve ever seen her chase a cat, though, she was supposed to be leashed. I was standing in a neighbor’s driveway talking to the neighbor, loosely holding Misten’s leash while she sat beside us. The same neighbor’s two half-grown kittens sauntered by, and suddenly I was no longer holding a leash, but Misten was chasing the neighbor’s kitten up a tree and barking. I was embarrassed, but happy the neighbor thought it funny. (She had a dog of her own, but she’d had her previous cat killed by a dog, so truly she might not have been amused.) It is rather rude to chase a cat in its own yard when you don’t live there yourself, or so I thought.
Chas, see, that’s the thing. All of us have things we talk about that might or might not interest the other. One of my daughters likes movies, and one likes sports, so when my husband gets talking about either of those subjects with the daughter who enjoys the subject, I quietly leave the room since he already has an interested audience. But if it’s just him and me, I’m polite and listen (or try to be polite anyway). My mother hated small talk, and I didn’t really do a good job learning to do it, and truly I do not care which football player just made MVP, what position he plays, for what team. But my husband sometimes does care, and it’s polite to let him tell me. I just can’t seem to make myself fake enthusiasm or ask any relevant questions. Now, if he is telling me about something important that doesn’t happen to “matter” to me except that it is important to him, I can do better with that. But grown men getting paid millions to play sports, I just can’t bring myself to want to know the details of that. It’s trivial to me, and my mind wouldn’t retain the names even if it did matter to me. But I do work to be polite about it, knowing that he undoubtedly does the same for me (like when I tell him something said by some stranger on a blog).
Lobster Fest is this weekend, I can hear the music from the waterfront … It’ll be another “too hot” weekend for it, but not as bad as last year when temps hit 109 on one of the days.
And really, if it’s baseball or basketball or what we call soccer, I understand enough to “get it.” But American football is confusing, a completely male game, and no one in my life (including him) watches it enough that I have any need to understand it. (He may or may not watch the Superbowl; over the course of a year he watches a full game or less. He’s content to watch it alone if he does watch it, respecting that I at least try with all the other sports and that this is one that holds zero interest for me. But then occasionally he’ll say something as though a quick summary will help me understand the game, and truly my brain checked out on that one decades ago. If we had a son who played the game, I’d learn to understand it some, but we don’t.)
Evening all. I am listening to the sweet sound of rain.
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Kim, you haven’t shared anything about those wonderful grandchildren in a while. How are they? And is Cheryl making progress in the physical therapy, Aj?
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Me too, Jo.
Nice rain. Supposed to rain all weekend. I hope so.
IT’s FRIDAY
You know what that means?
No Y today, otherwise, I would be there now.
No Lions today.
We’re leaving in just a few minutes for Greensboro. To Chuck’s.
We will stop over in Hickory so Elvera can go to the mall. Her favorite.
Though she likes Spartanburg too. I’m taking lots of reading material.
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Progress is slow, but she is progressing. She finally has the ability to move it around more. Still can’t walk on it though, and needs a walker.
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AJ, I can “like” the “she is progressing,” but not the rest of it. I’m sorry that it’s so hard.
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Cool photo. Would be even nicer if it were a bluebird or goldfinch or hummingbird. (Is it a house sparrow? Can’t quite tell.)
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Evening again to you all. I ended up getting sick on the meal served tonight at the retreat. nice that I could just come home. I am up recovering with a can of 7up.
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Good morning! I awakened at four with a migraine, took Imitrex and Fiorinal and tried to go back to sleep — but couldn’t. I got out of bed around 4:45 and started the coffee machine… The pain subsided around six, after my second dose of Imitrex (Imitrex is a Triptan–a class of drugs that constrict blood vessels –not a narcotic.). So happy I caught it in time!
I’ll check back in later — gotta run Becca to la escuela….
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Jo, we haven’t seen the grandchildren in a while. We saw E in January when she was just six weeks old. We haven’t seen S since July of last year. We just couldn’t make it happen. Right now the plan is to go in January for 8 days. C will have to go to Austin again for the 3rd or 4th year of her class. Her mom stayed home last year and kept S, but she wants to go this year, so we are going up to Maryland to keep both children while oldest son works. Luckily the Mommy posts photos and videos on FB and we can see. I imagine Miss E is quite the walker these days…she started trying when she was only 6 months old.
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Another Friday! Here are you “funnies”.
I’m giving tests today, since next week is homecoming. No one feels like taking tests during homecoming week. And this one is special since it’s the 60th anniversary of the school.
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I feel like I have been hit by a truck. The alarm went off this morning and I so very much wanted to stay in bed. I got up anyway. I have to show property at noon today.
Last night I filled out the order for graduation stuff. I wish BG and I were more excited over it, but it has been such a struggle her almost entire school career to get her up and moving in the morning. She doesn’t care and I am spent. I asked her what she wanted me to order. She said just the basics. Not much. The minimum order of invitations was 25. We don’t have that many people to send them to. I couldn’t help myself, coming from a printing background I ordered the inside envelopes and the tissue paper as well. I also ordered 50 of the name cards. At some point I will teach her the value of having them and putting then inside a gift so that the receiver can leave the gift in the box and not have to worry about who gave it to them. Of course who am I fooling. I have had 18 years to teach her to eat with her mouth closed and use her napkin which is kept in her lap. I haven’t succeeded there either.
She did have dinner with her dad and the fiancee’ last night. He had printed out her grades and how many days she had missed. He told me he had a stern talk with her. Not too hopeful there. I am reading a book right now that is very difficult, “Come Home”. So in the grand scheme of things she isn’t a runaway drug addict. This isn’t how I envisioned things when she was born, but they come here hard wired and they are their own people.
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Back from today’s early doc appt. Very nice doc and nurse. Can’t do anything until we see the urologist. Got one more med so the pharmacy gets to see me again. Bosley is having her cuddle time now. She is as mixed up on her schedule as we are on ours. When I hear her purrs it makes it seem like all is well in the world for a few moments.
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A few weeks back I ordered a food processor from Amazon. It was delivered on time, but it was in its own box without a covering box and both ends of the box were open, and it had no paperwork with it like an instruction booklet. I think I need to return it. Does anyone have experience with some similar situation?
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For the peeps here who like dog stories and animal rescue/shelter stories:
http://www.worldmag.com/2015/09/sorry_charlie
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Jo, delighted to hear about the rain!
Kim, they are indeed. They are given to us for a season but they belong to Somebody else. You have done the training, be there to encourage her but she will be making her own decisions more and more.
The real, sorry it is so hard, glad it is getting better.
Ann, I hope the migraine is gone?
Janice, Return it. Unless you can find an instruction book on line and can be assured all of the parts are there.
The boys went to take the quills out of Tychicus’s mouth.
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Saw that link on World, but didn’t read it 😦 I’m sure she did the right thing and the dog is re-homed well?
Janice, amazon returns are VERY easy, go online to your order and click that you want to return it, the rest is very quick (you print out the label) and they refund your $ very quickly (as soon as the return label is scanned in at UPS). Say the packaging was damaged (that’s one of the “reasons” options) and you’ll get the full refund with no deductions for return shipping on your end.
I used to take Imitrex, worked well although left me feeling “slow” or something — but anything to get rid of those migraines.
I finally found Annie’s house guest last night, he was dutifully bagged and taken out to the trash (with my whispered “sorry buddy” apologies). Not a little mouse, this one looked like a rat, a good sized rodent with a very long tail. Ugh. Annie was ambitious that day.
Hope you’re feeling better Jo — and I’m jealous of your rain. We’re heading into ANOTHER heat wave this weekend. September is pretty much a lost month for us now, typically (too) hot from start to finish. Since not that many homes on the coast have a/c (we really have never needed it more than a few days a year), we tend to complain a lot when the heat stretches out like this.
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Donna, the dog didn’t need rehomed; someone else claimed it first. Considering she is heading into her third trimester of pregnancy, really it might be just as well. If you already have a dog when you get pregnant, great; but it seems a far from ideal time to get a new young dog.
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Oh, I wasn’t questioning her decision (just based on the blurb / headline I saw), just hoping it had a “good” ending for the dog, too. 😉
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I agree, not a good time to take on a dog — I had a co-worker who tried that (they had a couple young children) and it was a disaster for everyone, all the way around, including the dog. 😦
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Donna, I just had thought from the headline that they got the dog and then soon gave it away (and I figured you thought that too), but instead they took a couple of days to decide, called the shelter and said they wanted it and would pick it up tomorrow, and when they went the next day they found out it had been given away to someone else. But my thought was that it’s probably better for them to wait (she said their neighbors had counseled them that it isn’t a good time to get a dog, especially a puppy), and the dog might be better off too (assuming it got a good home). I waited till Misten was mostly past puppyhood to get approved to do foster care (and I wasn’t taking in anyone younger than five), even though I considered Misten to be one of the assets of my home for kids, an unofficial therapy dog, and she proved to be that.
I think she was just past a year, still pretty young, when I got approved, and probably two before I got kids for more than a weekend. But she was well past potty training or training in basic commands, and her energy was there but clearly under her control when she was around children or old people, and she was ready.
I’d seen her surrounded by three or four people in wheelchairs in a nursing home. And I’d seen her–at about eight months of age and thus definitely still puppy–go running right up to a baby whose parents had foolishly lain him on his back on the ground in a dog park with two or three dozen dogs in it. She ran to the baby and ran right up him with her legs straddling him so she could look at him face to face. It was a puppy move, but not many puppies would have so intelligently avoided stepping on the child while running up to see it, and I hoped that the parents understood their carelessness when it was only a collie puppy that was so bold while they sat ten feet away from their infant. And I saw her approach an old lady with enthusiasm, but deliberately slow down as she got to within a few feet of her, and walk forward in exaggerated slow motion, at just a year old. She intrinsically understood and respected weakness, and she was ready for children. But I wouldn’t have even considered having even that known quantity of collie puppy at the same time as an infant, let alone a shelter rescue that might well have some bad habits like imperfect housebreaking, chewing, or nipping. I’m guessing that in some households it might actually work well, especially (say) someone whose parents bred dogs, and who was thus super familiar with all aspects of dog care. But 95% of the time I think that would be really poor timing.
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Our cats love cat feeders like the one on the top of the page.
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Mumsee, that’s one reason why cats should be indoor pets. Out here in the country I don’t mind as much, but in the city I really despised trespassing cats. It’s one thing that a dog gets out of the fence or out of the door, but I really don’t like them being put outside on purpose, where they’re sure to kill birds and use neighbors’ shrubbery as their private litter box. Here we have bird feeders, but cats generally keep their distance from our fence, and instead hunt in the field behind our house. I don’t mind that. This morning one got too close to our fence, and Misten chased it the whole way. When it got to the corner it turned, and she got to chase it longer. She was, of course, quite pleased with herself, and I was pleased she still has it in her. She really has rarely had the chance to chase a cat, since they rarely get that close to the fence to give her a chance.
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Cough, cough.
That’s one reason I don’t have a bird feeder or bird bath.
The rats enter the yard at their own risk.
Love having a good mouser (and ratter) around
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Received an email that we are cleared to close. While I am very thankful, it sure would have been more convenient to have closed today. They are dating the documents for the 30th and I am going to have to pay prorated rent.
BUT WE ARE CLEARED TO CLOSE!!!!!!!!
For those who would like to rush down here and help me move email me and I will give you the address. 😉
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Yay Kim!
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And that will be a lot of pizza if the ….. boys show up to help….
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🙂
Hello from Greensboro. Elvera only spent an hour at the mall. A record for her.
Cats don’ trespass! They have a right to wherever they are. Just ask one..
😦 It rained all the way over here. I appreciate the rain, but trucks make a mess on the interstate.
You can’t relax for a second.
🙂 Kim is getting her huse!
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Don’t worry, Donna, I don’t sic Misten on cats on purpose, and that may be only the second or third time in her life I have seen her chase one. But we’ve never seen them hang out near the bird feeder, and I can only surmise it’s because they respect the dog that is just on the other side of the fence. And I’m very glad if she’s willing to remind them to stay out. I don’t mind if they stay in their owners’ yard, I just don’t want them in mine.
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We are at the office for a bit. Yes, that is a nice picture of a cat feeder for the header!
Traffic was really awful getting to the office. We were at a complete standstill for some time (combo rain, accidents, and Fri. afternoon traffic). It’s probably not good for husband to be here because of the stress right now, but he has to take care of a few things while all else is on hold. I plan to try to do a book review or two and print out that return receipt for Amazon on the food processor. I don’t think we will be here for hours like usual.
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Yesterday, Cheryl was talking-lamenting about her husband telling her about sports and other things she didn’t particularly want to hear.
I was thinking about that today when TSWITW was telling me about having to find something to go with something. (I don’t remember enough to tell you what it was. But it was important.) Some things are important to different kinds of people. I have to listen to lots of that sort of thing because she needs to talk about it and I’m the only one she has to listen. She and Polly can talk for an hour about I don’t know what.
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What does she have to put up with?
I don’t tell her things. I never could talk about my job and don’t discuss trivia.
Her problem? I sing along with whatever is playing on the CD. She has never objected. I don’t have an especially good voice, but I can carry a tune.
I can’t help it. I find myself singing with whatever is playing. That’s one reason I don’t go around with music from an iPhone in my ear. I would be working out and suddenly find myself singing.
I caught myself doing that on an airplane once. Only once.
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Solos by Chas
Ever miss a cue in church and find yourself singing (alone) during what should be a musical break?
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Janice, glad you got the return set up — Amazon has earned its good reputation for customer service.
I have 3 stories written this week that haven’t run so they have plenty from me for the weekend (well, one story ran today I guess). Finishing up the Red Car piece today & the Zamperini story is already turned in, but both kind of have to run tomorrow. Easy Friday for me.
For those who get HBO, “Unbroken” will premier there Saturday night and will be featured in their rotating movie lineup for a good month.
Cats go where they will. But Annie sticks close, she’s almost always either in the backyard, on the back patio or on the front porch. Neighbors to the south have dogs that they let loose sometimes, so she’s learned to steer clear of them. Neighbors to the north love cats and like Annie in particular.
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But mostly Annie is in the house. 🙂
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I make my dogs respect the cats we come across on our nightly walks. There was one last night who was sitting on the sidewalk. She arched her back as we approached on leash and then ducked behind a brick wall on the driveway. We passed, the dogs were polite & paid her little attention.
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feeling well this morning. Going back to the retreat. I am not sure what to do about the food. I will probably take some snacks to have available.
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Interesting turn of events in the missing pans saga. You remember Mrs L forgot to get them out when Sears came to get our old stove and deliver a new one? It turns out they took it to the local store and had it in a semi trailer waiting to be hauled off. I got the pans back today. I can make my scrambled eggs and sausage on an iron pan tomorrow! 🙂
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My husband gave me a puppy for Christmas one year. The year I was 7 months pregnant and the two year old wasn’t toilet trained.
He left for see a few months later.
You can guess what my life was like for, oh, a year . . . .
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It was so bad, I forgot how to spell SEA.
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Sorry to hear that progress is slow for Cheryl, The Real. That’s hard. I had always thought broken limbs healed relatively quickly, until my father had his femur fractured in a car accident. It was a compound fracture, and he had a titanium post put in (he also went into a coma from fat embolism, but that’s another story). After his recovery from the embolism, he took months going from crutches to canes to one cane and finally walking by himself. He was off work nearly a year. One thing my mother did, on the advice of the physiotherapist was to give him calcium magnesium supplements with Vitamin C. He was supposed to have another operation grafting bone from his hip, because they were concerned the bone wouldn’t heal (the femur is the largest long bone in the body); but when they checked his bone, they found it had completely knit together, and they attributed it to my mother’s supplements.
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Guess who, I make Misten respect cats when she is on leash, but most of her time outside is in the backyard unleashed. One of the few times I’ve ever seen her chase a cat, though, she was supposed to be leashed. I was standing in a neighbor’s driveway talking to the neighbor, loosely holding Misten’s leash while she sat beside us. The same neighbor’s two half-grown kittens sauntered by, and suddenly I was no longer holding a leash, but Misten was chasing the neighbor’s kitten up a tree and barking. I was embarrassed, but happy the neighbor thought it funny. (She had a dog of her own, but she’d had her previous cat killed by a dog, so truly she might not have been amused.) It is rather rude to chase a cat in its own yard when you don’t live there yourself, or so I thought.
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Chas, see, that’s the thing. All of us have things we talk about that might or might not interest the other. One of my daughters likes movies, and one likes sports, so when my husband gets talking about either of those subjects with the daughter who enjoys the subject, I quietly leave the room since he already has an interested audience. But if it’s just him and me, I’m polite and listen (or try to be polite anyway). My mother hated small talk, and I didn’t really do a good job learning to do it, and truly I do not care which football player just made MVP, what position he plays, for what team. But my husband sometimes does care, and it’s polite to let him tell me. I just can’t seem to make myself fake enthusiasm or ask any relevant questions. Now, if he is telling me about something important that doesn’t happen to “matter” to me except that it is important to him, I can do better with that. But grown men getting paid millions to play sports, I just can’t bring myself to want to know the details of that. It’s trivial to me, and my mind wouldn’t retain the names even if it did matter to me. But I do work to be polite about it, knowing that he undoubtedly does the same for me (like when I tell him something said by some stranger on a blog).
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Lobster Fest is this weekend, I can hear the music from the waterfront … It’ll be another “too hot” weekend for it, but not as bad as last year when temps hit 109 on one of the days.
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And really, if it’s baseball or basketball or what we call soccer, I understand enough to “get it.” But American football is confusing, a completely male game, and no one in my life (including him) watches it enough that I have any need to understand it. (He may or may not watch the Superbowl; over the course of a year he watches a full game or less. He’s content to watch it alone if he does watch it, respecting that I at least try with all the other sports and that this is one that holds zero interest for me. But then occasionally he’ll say something as though a quick summary will help me understand the game, and truly my brain checked out on that one decades ago. If we had a son who played the game, I’d learn to understand it some, but we don’t.)
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