Jesse, hope the "seems fine" people have it right!
Ran home at lunch and got there just as the plumbers were finishing up; I have an intact water line again! (So far the insurance company has covered everything, fingers crossed they continue as awesome as they seem!)
And I have finally started submitting resumes! Only 3 so far, but it's a start. Definitely send the ~ma for that, please and thank you!
Yay for water! Will keep the employment~ma flowing until further notice.
Intact is the best state for a water line!
Oh! I bought peaches today and was so leery prior to cutting into the first one. Perfection! Perfectly ripe and so sweet. There were 6 in the bag, two are already gone and I think I may have to rush back to the store tomorrow.
really love your peaches wanna shake your tree
Goin' to the country, gonna eat a lot of peaches...
I was going to wish that I had peaches and a root, but we have ginger, so I do actually have a root.
oh dear ... I'm sitting here laughing - I was pointed to Mary Robinette Kowal's Twitter thread about the realities of peeing, etc., in space. Also includes a note that the space suits were made by the seamstresses who worked for Playtex (I dreamed I orbited the moon in my Playtex space suit?).
Sometimes you just never know. Many of you were at the F2F in Madison when I got the call about my father. It was an urgent call, but not dire. I did rush home to see him. Cancer and he was going to start treatment. Again bad, but didn't seem dire. Kristin and I went to CT to see her family and 10 minutes into their annual family reunion I got another call and we drove directly to the airport and I flew cross country. I made it in time to see him, get him moved to home hospice, and he died the evening that he got moved to hospice. That was one month after the Madison F2F.
Until that final flight home from Boston it didn't seem like it was imminent.
End stages are such a roller coaster that it is hard to convey accurate info because it can change so quickly.
it didn't seem like it was imminent.
Yeah, I talked with my Dad two days after he was out of the hospital. My sister made it sound like it was really dire, but when I talked to him he was all, "Ahhh, she worries too much. I'm okay." Then he died two days later.