Virtual soup is not my best, but you are welcome to it!
Mal ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Natter 77: I miss my friends. I miss my enemies. I miss the people I talked to every day.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I'm still thinking about soup, and wondering what kind of soup I can rustle up for dinner. Maybe potato-broccoli soup.
I might have to make a blanket fort and cry in it later.
Appropriate response. Soup sounds good. Just about any kind of soup. Mmmm soup.
Oh Steph, so very not good. I think inpatient is the right call.
MAC GOT THE JOB!!! Waiting to hear the start date and dress code info. Fingers crossed that within 4 weeks there will be some monetary contributions from him.
I do have the last remnants of a roasted chicken and I typically make soup when I do because the carcass makes such good broth. It's not really cool and inviting for soup in SF, though, as we're having a glorious Indian summery day. But my chicken/lemon/garlic/orzo soup is soooo good.
I'd run the last four days but decided to forego it this morning. So I went out early and got a coffee and a little muffin sized frittata (Ham/Swiss/Jalapeno) and walked the Panhandle. Then picked up a fresh strawberry Berliner at the German bakery and sat down to eat it in the park, on the base of a statue in the shade.
There I met a woman who was out walking her cat on a leash. A very pretty slim orange tabby boy, adolescent and curious. He came over for finger sniffs and allowed me to give him some head rubs and strokes. His name was Arrow, and I said "You and Your Arrow" and she acknowledged the name came from Harry Nilsson.
On my way out I also met a sweet black lab puppy, who was tied up outside a plant store and munching on a leaf. When I greeted her she rolled over on her back for belly rubs. I declare this an A+ day of neighborhood pet encounters.
Bird colors I have spotted in the last couple days: Bluebird, Yellow finches, Black Ravens, and Green squabbling Conures, chattering as they swooped low over the dogs in Panhandle.
MAC GOT THE JOB!!!
Yay! Congratulations to Mac!
YaaaaaY for gainful employment!
MAC GOT THE JOB!!!
Right on, Mac! Stick with those daily showers and your employer will be so happy with you!
Hooray, job for Mac!
The NP who my dad has seen at the geriatric medicine practice was out today, but her PA read my brother's email about Dad calling the cops last night; she recommended doubling his antipsychotic dosage for now, and then on Monday my brother will talk to the NP about getting a referral to a psychiatrist.
My brother also talked to the police today -- the cops who were at Dad's place last night were off duty when my brother called, but the person he spoke to said that the Cincinnati police do have a mental health crisis unit with mental health clinicians that they'll send instead of cops (I had no idea our PD had that, but it's definitely needed) if it's a low-risk situation. But first the person has to be registered in the CPD's system as having a diagnosed mental illness. So my brother is going to tackle that Monday, too.