I'm going to stay with my uncle and aunt in Escondido for a few days (with my mother, too!).
Assuming I don't leave town (which is how it's looking at present), let me know if you'd like grab lunch or something while you're here. I'm about 20-25 minutes from Esco.
I say not weird! It's the grief version of wearing a rubber chicken on your head, no? NotFG.
Shitty rubber chicken we got this year. It is nice to feel understood, though.
And Happy Belated, Consuela. Also Happy Trails!
And I just remembered, Escondido is where I found that Cowgirl Store on your birthday a couple years ago!
Too funny! I don't know if I'll be able to break free from family, but will let you know!
Belated happy birthday, Consuela! May the trip be fun and stress free!
ION, I have successfully set up my new InstantPot and done the "cooking water" test. Now to find low carb recipes.
The First Christmas after a loss is a fine time to totally break up tradition and habit by travel or other means. When my dad passed, we did not go anywhere, but rather than getting the old fake tree and family ornaments down from the attic. We bought a real tree, and all new ornaments. (the next year, we both old and new ornaments on the old tree.)
Spend money on women, movies, and booze?
I spent money on coffee, books, and women (in that all the books are by women and some will be gifts for women). Is that salacious enough to offend Grassley?
It turns out that a snowy Monday evening is an excellent time to avoid holiday shopping crowds.
The First Christmas after a loss is a fine time to totally break up tradition and habit by travel or other means.
After my mom passed, the kids and I spent Christmas Eve with my dad and then flew down to Disneyland on Christmas for a few days. It was the break we needed.
Jilli, we have an instant pot that we use constantly. It is the best thing. Potroast, chili, soups in general, curry...Ours also does yogurt, so I've been making yogurt on the regular.
It's possibly a bit of a cult, so, you know, plenty of recipes out there.
I was greeted at the back door this morning by one of the alley cats with all the skin and flesh from his lower law peeled off—at first I thought the whole jaw had been ripped away. Thankfully he's the one alley cat friendly enough to tolerate being picked up and put in my car for an emergency vet visit. Apparently he's otherwise OK and this is something they can theoretically fix with surgery, but man did it look horrifying.
The nurse at the vet's was really trying to sell me on taking him home after surgery, but I'd have adopted him months ago if adding another cat to my living situation were feasible.