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.
Performance Day up in here! I approve.
Indeed!! This needs to become a habit.
My sister's flight got in late. I opted to let my brother drive so 3 sibs picked up our 4th. My brother changed his radio station off of Fox news and on to rock 'n roll after our gentle prodding. We joked and found topics to discuss that didn't make him feel ganged up on by his older sisters. So we were up until 2, when I told them I had to go to bed. Still up at 7, which later than usual, but I just can't sleep in.
After my sisters wake up we'll breakfast then head to my side of the state. I'm drinking coffee, decaf, but still my morning routine.
And there is more!
My son Brendon said we really were supposed to have a nice family brawl in memory of Jerry.
And! Fifty years ago this very day I married for the first time. RIP Bob. You may not have been the best, but you were the first and we had a dozen years I don't regret. We stayed friends until he passed away. He's been gone 18 years, and divorced about 40 years, but I think of him from time to time. So brilliant, and so flawed. Ah, humans can be complex.
That is a momentous anniversary date Laura. Complex indeed -- I'm glad you were friends after the marriage phase ended.
So glad you're hanging with your sibs! Have so much fun.
Laura glad you didn't have a family brawl.
Performance Day sounds really nice.
I went back and looked through things and it wasn't as hopeless as I thought. There is a lot of paper that is soaked but I think a bunch will dry out ok. I had found this really cool scrapbook that looked like an old ledger...the covers are destroyed. It's got a cloth cover but the cardboard inside of it was coming part as I moved it. The paper inside seems to be only damp. So I can cut it out and have the paper. There was also a ream of ...I guess resume paper and it was good quality, even the completely soaked pages didn't come apart so I'm trying to dry that. I'm still going to get protective boxes and I think pull out stuff I haven't used in awhile and focus on that.
There is only one leak in tbe roof...tbe water ran down and made a 2nd wet spot on the ceiling but temp measures are up and M's mom is going to try and do something. I dunno what. I keep telling myself she isn't going to change and I need to stop expecting different things until she shows different behavior. All I can do is control myself.
And then there was an article I read this morning about how bad homelessness is in Greenville County and so much of it is due to unaffordable housing and low wages instead of things like addiction. Which doesn't make me feel hopeful but I know something will come up.
Four people FROM THE SAME COMPANY have called for my husband since 8:30AM about a contract job which is clearly poisonous and cursed. It's been posted and re-posted for years, and every time it gets re-posted, the phone rings for days. It's not usually four people from the same company, though. Husband, of course, is asleep. The next person from that company who calls is going to get the brunt of my irritation.
feel like I know a little too much about Jerry Springer. He was a dumpster fire, but he was *our* dumpster fire.
As dumpster fires go he seems kinda homey and “just folks.” Not out to set the world on (dumpster) fire, just him being him.
My yard is a mess of invasive mustard, local mustard, grasses and wildflowers. I pulled a lot of the invasive mustard a few weeks ago but left a bit because it was the first thing blooming and was covered in hungry bees. Once everything else came up, time to get the mustard out.
Sigh… David Fury singing in your yard - always such a welcome sign of spring.
And! Fifty years ago this very day I married for the first time. RIP Bob. You may not have been the best, but you were the first and we had a dozen years I don't regret. We stayed friends until he passed away. He's been gone 18 years, and divorced about 40 years, but I think of him from time to time. So brilliant, and so flawed. Ah, humans can be complex.
If someday someone raises a glass and calls Ronald Reagan an ass hole in my memory I’ll have done one thing right.
David Fury singing in your yard - always such a welcome sign of spring.
Bwahahaha! Took me a minute to remember what you were talking about. Those synaptic pathways have not been used much lately. Nice to fire them up.
If someday someone raises a glass and calls Ronald Reagan an ass hole in my memory I’ll have done one thing right.
Good times. Good times.
I feel like I know a little too much about Jerry Springer. He was a dumpster fire, but he was *our* dumpster fire.
This is EXACTLY how all my Cincy relatives feel about him.
I went back and looked through things and it wasn't as hopeless as I thought.
Oh good, that's a relief.
Last day at my current/old job! I had one last knowledge share meeting this morning and have spent most of the rest of my time leaving Slack channels and unsubscribing from internal email lists. Right now I am feeling very Friday No Lunch Options about all of the food in my fridge but also not in the mood to put on outside pants and solve the problem.
Grrrr.
FedEx has sent my monthly Rx resupply to New Hampshire.
I still have a week's supply on hand, so I'm not desperate, but the hitch is annoying. It's not like it's a one-digit difference in the ZIP code sort of error, more like they put the package on the wrong plane entirely.
