From a ways back:
t Half gallon of sweet apple cider for $11.95? Wow.
After living in the Deep South for more than 11 years, I would happily pay twice that price for real, fresh-pressed, no-preservative apple cider. It's one of the things I miss most about New England. Though we did find an apple orchard outside of Asheville a few years back (maybe 2017?) that had cider - we bought like 4 gallons of it. And they had fresh cider donuts! I think about that place a lot.
Still living in Texas. It's fucking weird here. I thought I'd be prepared for truly shitty state government, having lived in Louisiana under Bobby Jindal, but Greg Abbott and Ken Paxton really take the cake for malfeasance, misogyny, racism, fascism, and greed.
Got to see some friends who evacuated New Orleans for Austin, so that was bittersweet.
We have a new cat, a foster fail ginger we have named Milton in honor of The Suicide Squad character.
Need to get on top of the flu/shingles vaccine soon.
Ha! I should have known you’d know Adi, meara. Go to them for all your hair needs.
Spent a week in VT once again with my friend of nearly 40 years, who still has the ability to make me cringe in embarrassment and/or wonder.
One of the latest examples: I had to instruct her how to light a match... she'd never done it before. (She's 65.)
Her idea of dieting is to weigh herself every morning. And then be happy that she's dropped a half pound between one day and the next.
She is scared of all insects, and paranoid about them getting into the house. (I wisely did not tell her about the thumbnail-size wolf spider I caught and relocated outside.) She wanted us to bag up all food waste in plastic before putting them in the garbage -- OK, so it's her time share/place that I'm visiting, I'll abide by her rules. Except that she then puts unclean dishes in the sink and leaves near empty soda cans all over the place.
She will happily tell me all the details of the pedigrees of her dogs (past and present) for hours straight. She's mournful that the pedigrees of the dogs her parents owned when she was small can't be found.
There really are many things to like about her, not the least of which is the miracle that she's actually taken Covid seriously (and as an obese cancer survivor she sure should) so I'm sure some of the endless chatter is the result of being pent up for 18 months in an apartment with only an elderly misbehaving deaf dog and finally having another human being along for companionship.
A week would have been too much but she sleeps really late (11 is crack of dawn for her) so I had enough alone time to recuperate.
Seriously -- NEVER had lit a match. I got her to do it without burning her fingers, but I made her stand over the bricks of the fireplace in the time-share when she did it, just in case.
Timelies all!
Well, crap. My folks are at/in the hospital, both having tested positive for COVID-19. They're both vaccinated, so hopefully it won't be too bad. This is all I know. (Normally they Skype with us at 11 on Sundays. 11 came and went, and Gary called both their cell phone and their home phone and left messages. My dad called Gary back while he(Gary) was picking up lunch. Now we just wait for more details.
Fingers crossed, Sheryl. I'm glad they're taking it seriously.
Where do they live, I think you've mentioned before but I've forgotten.
Oh no, Sheryl. Here's hoping they are fine.
Oh no, Sherryl. Much health~ma sent their way.
Oh, goodness, Sheryl. Health -ma their way.
Thanks all.
My folks are currently in CT. Their plan is to come down mid-October to go to FL. We'll see how that goes.
