Lil man is 6 and a half now. He’s very smart and never stops talking. Never had a haircut.
He still calls it his gentlemen’s sausage, which is a proud hostage accomplishment for all of us.
He loves his deadmua5 blanket, still.
He wants a dog and wants to name it Gilbert.
Yesterday we were playing a guessing game about sea creatures and I asked him if you could make a chowder out of it. He asked GND in a whisper, what is chowder, told me no, and then said it sounded pretty gross. The mystery sea creature was a sponge. Sponge chowder also sounds gross.
The little bubble we live in is quite nice. The owner of his school was asked if they were planning on doing anything woke. And she responded, what is woke?
Our Saucer Magnolia is covered in pink buds but hasn’t opened yet. I hope it’s not one of those years where they all open, get hit by frost the next morning, and turn brown and gross and fall apart.
I have to get past the rooster to refill the chicken waterer in a minute. I’m debating how much I care if I get to eat him after I kill him, because the weather is crap for eviscerating.
The buds on our trees are just starting to get a little fatter than they were. I look out at the river every day for a little nature appreciation/meditation time and notice the subtle changes (not every single time, but often)
Yup. The Weeping Willows have all turned a gentle yellow, maples are red budded or flowering already. Forsythias are just in bloom since last week or so. The progress of Spring seems slow, but it’s actually a little ahead this year.
The redbud trees are starting to bloom. Of course, they really are more of a light shade of purple. The sycamores are starting to leaf out. The local deer herd appears to be rebounding from whatever decimated it two years ago. Turkeys are in the middle of mating season. Neighbors have spotted black bears. The pastures seem to have random clumps of daffodils in bloom. This week has been filled with rainstorms passing through; thunderstorms in the afternoon with small hail. The rain has cooled our daytime highs back into the 50’s from the 70’s where it had been. Time to plant peas and the asian pear trees that were delivered a few days ago.
I’m so sorry to hear that, Car in. It’s the hardest part of owning dogs. Just hearing it triggers so many memories of my own … it’s getting dusty in here.
And the thing that really tears me up is the thought that I failed her. I missed something. I should have seen some sign.
She was super tired last night, but that was expected. She started moving around more, and in the middle of the night moved to the front door. I was hoping to see her back to normal this morning but instead I found her lethargic and throwing up. Put her right in the car (and started driving to the emergency doggie hospital (our regular vet wasn’t open yet). I was about 5 min from the hospital when I’m pretty sure she passed away.
I’m pretty sure the vet missed something … major. But that doesn’t help me or Lucy. And ruminating on it is just going to insure I’m sad about it for longer.
I can sympathize, Car in. It’s natural to think “I should have done more”. I still go through bouts of that regarding Dad. In the end it doesn’t matter. Stop beating yourself up.
Lucy is free of pain, and awaits you when the time comes. All ye need know.
I’ve had a lot of thoughts about this since you let us know but I’ll just stifle them because, as you say, it won’t bring Lucy back and my thoughts are just spitballing from a human doctor/non-endocrinologist type without all the info.
The thought I will share is how sorry I am. I know all about having a favorite dog out of the pack.
Coming back to MJ’s non-woke teacher I thought of another possibility but it depends on what the delivery was from her. If the teacher said that she didn’t know what woke was with a giant wink and a smile on her face a la Casablanca ( Louis: “I’m shocked, shocked, to find that gambling is going on in here.” ) then you might safely assume she knew exactly what woke was and wanted no part of it.
Barring that one scenario, which has a lot of “ifs and buts” in it, I’d add my vote to the advice of suspecting she’s a closet wokester.
How about a first person account of you and Scott’s first night of honeymoon. Details. Specific details. You know….the usual shit.
I tottered into the honeymoon suite, still tipsy from the champagne. My new husband followed, silent, but avid.
I opened the bedside table drawer and withdrew…a tool.
As he approached hungrily, I turned and stopped him with a hand to his chest, pressed the instrument into his hand and turned around. Untied my rope sash, and my pretty white floral (special order) lawn tarp slipped below my shoulders.
Huskily I intoned, “That is the paint scraper my caretakers at the monastery used to scrape my Hump. Now, it’s yours. Get to work, and please be careful around the rashy bumpy bits in the middle. My love.“
Have you guys ever heard of Efudex? It’s a cream for skin that pretty much eradicates the lesser forms of skin cancer, no surgery. Available without a prescription in Mexico and other countries.
I saw a headline at Brighteon, the Health Ranger Mike Adams’ place, that Chinese PLA troops are training in Canada. Mike Adams loves him some conspiracies and is fond of lighting his hair on fire to spout them but that is a concerning turn of events.
I kinda wish I was still in the farming business. I’d love to drive my John Deere 4020 up towards a blue city and block the road leading in. And menace any fucks that upset me with a AR. I just didn’t see the future unfold as it did.
Nobody factored in every major western government going to war with their own populace all at the same time using unchecked immigration from shitholes as weapon #1 and the demonization of our exhale gas as weapon #2.
Mom got a microwave oven for Christmas in either 1977 or 1978. My sister was still living at home. I “baked” cookies in it and burned them and the plate they were on.
We weren’t stupidly rich, either. Dad was making in the neighborhood of $35K in 1983 (I was filling out financial aid forms for college then), so it had to be a lot less than that in 1978. He did have the advantage that if he took a shift on Thanksgiving or Christmas, he got double time and a half, so he would often do that to pay for Christmas presents. My guess is that it was under $500 but not by a lot.
It had a dial for the time and a switch for cook or defrost. I may still have the cookbook that came with it. It had a perfectly browned turkey on the cover, what a lie that was!
We definitely got our first microwave in the late 70’s. Mom & Dad both worked and he was a major in the air force by then, Mom was an accountant. Fancy future technology for sure. It wasn’t long before my older brother put in an aluminum TV dinner in it and we got to see the resultant light show. 7-11 microwave burritos weren’t far behind.
I replaced the RF Diode in it twice to keep it alive. When the internal glass plate broke and I went to Sears Parts Store to get a replacement, they could not believe I still had one that worked. It was the last one and they had no parts.
spent the night at a friends house in 1974. Civilian. Her dad was gas/oil executive. They had a radar range. We got our first microwave in 1980. Counter.
We’re currently experiencing the clam before the storm
I have a type 2 clam deficiency, which is why I’m so fat.
Southern New England is just about to start on day two of a very thorough three-day douche. As they say in France. Maybe. Probably not.
It’s going to be very cold here this week. Back down in the 50s. Cold and clammy from a bit of rain.
You guys are making me crave clams.
Lil man is 6 and a half now. He’s very smart and never stops talking. Never had a haircut.
He still calls it his gentlemen’s sausage, which is a proud hostage accomplishment for all of us.
He loves his deadmua5 blanket, still.
He wants a dog and wants to name it Gilbert.
Yesterday we were playing a guessing game about sea creatures and I asked him if you could make a chowder out of it. He asked GND in a whisper, what is chowder, told me no, and then said it sounded pretty gross. The mystery sea creature was a sponge. Sponge chowder also sounds gross.
The little bubble we live in is quite nice. The owner of his school was asked if they were planning on doing anything woke. And she responded, what is woke?
Gilbert is a wonderful name. Sponge chowder sounds chewy.
I am naturally suspicious of anybody who claims to not know what woke is, unless they are old or foreigners.
Our Saucer Magnolia is covered in pink buds but hasn’t opened yet. I hope it’s not one of those years where they all open, get hit by frost the next morning, and turn brown and gross and fall apart.
I have to get past the rooster to refill the chicken waterer in a minute. I’m debating how much I care if I get to eat him after I kill him, because the weather is crap for eviscerating.
Distract the rooster with a cup of sponge chowder
The buds on our trees are just starting to get a little fatter than they were. I look out at the river every day for a little nature appreciation/meditation time and notice the subtle changes (not every single time, but often)
Yup. The Weeping Willows have all turned a gentle yellow, maples are red budded or flowering already. Forsythias are just in bloom since last week or so. The progress of Spring seems slow, but it’s actually a little ahead this year.
Great article. Thought provoking. It’s why every sane and intelligent person is (or should be) going crazy these days.
https://amgreatness.com/2024/03/31/from-enlightenment-to-ignorance-societys-dangerous-embrace-of-stupidity/
Went to bed with windows open last night. 45 degrees outside this morning and 62 inside. My nipples are standing at attention.
26 degrees here this morning. Windows definitely not open.
I am naturally suspicious of anybody who claims to not know what woke is, unless they are old or foreigners.
Same here. I’d probe a bit deeper on that.
Right? That’s the kind of ignorance I feigned when I was working in enemy territory, too.
Third-ed.
You’d have to live under a rock not to know it at this point.
I agree. They’re playing dumb to try to fly under the radar. Keep a close eye on EVERYTHING they do.
a good question to ask would be “what is a woman”. The offenders tend to explode upon hearing that.
Lucy died on the drive to the vet .
Devastated. Completely … not prepared for this.
Spring progress report from the upper Shenandoah.
The redbud trees are starting to bloom. Of course, they really are more of a light shade of purple. The sycamores are starting to leaf out. The local deer herd appears to be rebounding from whatever decimated it two years ago. Turkeys are in the middle of mating season. Neighbors have spotted black bears. The pastures seem to have random clumps of daffodils in bloom. This week has been filled with rainstorms passing through; thunderstorms in the afternoon with small hail. The rain has cooled our daytime highs back into the 50’s from the 70’s where it had been. Time to plant peas and the asian pear trees that were delivered a few days ago.
I’m so sorry to hear that, Car in. It’s the hardest part of owning dogs. Just hearing it triggers so many memories of my own … it’s getting dusty in here.
Oh, no! So sorry to hear, Car in.
I’m so sorry for you Carin.
that is awful, car in, sorry that had to happen to you.
i remember coming home to find one of mrs. jay’s cats had passed away. You just don’t expect it, and bam.
So far – it appears that if I have a favorite animal, something bad is going to happen to them. I curse them or something.
Because I’ve been obsessed with Lucy. She could do no wrong. Come in covered completely with mud? ”Isn’t that cute?? I bet she had fun”.
Yep. That was me.
Can men get pregnant?
When does life begin?
Is affirmative action racist?
Is Joe Biden senile?
Was Jan 6, 2020, the worst thing since the Civil War?
Have you ever voted for Donald Trump?
Have you ever voted for a republican?
How many genders are there?
Is Kamala Harris a whore?
Stuff like that.
Lucy died on the drive to the vet .
Noooooooo.
On top of all you were feeling before…
Very sorry, Carin.
And the thing that really tears me up is the thought that I failed her. I missed something. I should have seen some sign.
She was super tired last night, but that was expected. She started moving around more, and in the middle of the night moved to the front door. I was hoping to see her back to normal this morning but instead I found her lethargic and throwing up. Put her right in the car (and started driving to the emergency doggie hospital (our regular vet wasn’t open yet). I was about 5 min from the hospital when I’m pretty sure she passed away.
I’m so very sorry, Car in, that’s awful.
you did everything you could. I know you feel bad, but you do so much more than anyone else does.
I’m pretty sure the vet missed something … major. But that doesn’t help me or Lucy. And ruminating on it is just going to insure I’m sad about it for longer.
do they do autopsies? They did for Kassie the cat, discovered it was a massive heart attack.
They do, but … aside from it being interesting/informational for THEM it wouldn’t really help me. I just want her back
If I were them – I’d do it. Figure out what they missed. But I’m not going to pay for that.
They checked her heart and stomach for fluid – just the easy stuff. They didn’t find anything.
I understand. My condolences, and please don’t be hard on yourself.
Sorry, Carin.
So sorry for your loss Carin. Losing a beloved pet is never easy.
I can sympathize, Car in. It’s natural to think “I should have done more”. I still go through bouts of that regarding Dad. In the end it doesn’t matter. Stop beating yourself up.
Lucy is free of pain, and awaits you when the time comes. All ye need know.
I’ve had a lot of thoughts about this since you let us know but I’ll just stifle them because, as you say, it won’t bring Lucy back and my thoughts are just spitballing from a human doctor/non-endocrinologist type without all the info.
The thought I will share is how sorry I am. I know all about having a favorite dog out of the pack.
Coming back to MJ’s non-woke teacher I thought of another possibility but it depends on what the delivery was from her. If the teacher said that she didn’t know what woke was with a giant wink and a smile on her face a la Casablanca ( Louis: “I’m shocked, shocked, to find that gambling is going on in here.” ) then you might safely assume she knew exactly what woke was and wanted no part of it.
Barring that one scenario, which has a lot of “ifs and buts” in it, I’d add my vote to the advice of suspecting she’s a closet wokester.
Weird. TurdPress isn’t showing all the comments, I don’t think.
why do you think that, brotim?
Because I misremembered when certain comments were made, and I’m down to my part-time brain cell, duh
Oh, no. Jesus. Terrible news, Carin. I am so sorry for your loss.
Carin, very sorry about your furry one. We’ve been through that a few times and it never gets any easier…
Sunday requests, please. I need a topic.
I tried to bookmark that supplement link you were recommending but it didn’t take.
How about you talk about fake vitamins instead of vegetables?
Also that weird looking Doctor guy you like talking about intermittent fasting and keto.
Or you know, slug farms and how to raise them to garlic themselves.
I’m sorry to read about Lucy CARin, you saved her and gave her the best years of her life.
Interesting! A supplements or health thread. OK, man.
How about a first person account of you and Scott’s first night of honeymoon. Details. Specific details. You know….the usual shit.
That happened in NYC right? Please don’t tell me that that didn’t happen in NYC.
Sometimes, for just a moment, I can almost feel something like joy when An die Freude plays. Almost.
That happened in NYC right? Please don’t tell me that that didn’t happen in NYC.
Germany, before the human deluge.
When you see those nasty, raycisss alt-right memes with text like “remember what they stole from you”…
That, right there, is what they mean.
I make joy.
I’m a galdarn JOY FACTORY baby.
How about a first person account of you and Scott’s first night of honeymoon. Details. Specific details. You know….the usual shit.
I tottered into the honeymoon suite, still tipsy from the champagne. My new husband followed, silent, but avid.
I opened the bedside table drawer and withdrew…a tool.
As he approached hungrily, I turned and stopped him with a hand to his chest, pressed the instrument into his hand and turned around. Untied my rope sash, and my pretty white floral (special order) lawn tarp slipped below my shoulders.
Huskily I intoned, “That is the paint scraper my caretakers at the monastery used to scrape my Hump. Now, it’s yours. Get to work, and please be careful around the rashy bumpy bits in the middle. My love.“
20 minutes and a lunch bag full of large flakes of leathery skin later, I knew I had made the right choice.
That’s pretty much how my wedding night went, too.
https://www.ontariofarmer.com/news/farm-news/tractors-and-trucks-block-overpass-to-protest-carbon-tax-increase
So what province does Canada keep its concentration camps in these days?
LauraW, you’ve probably missed out on at least 20 million US dollars by not taking your act on the road. That was some humorous shit.
Have you guys ever heard of Efudex? It’s a cream for skin that pretty much eradicates the lesser forms of skin cancer, no surgery. Available without a prescription in Mexico and other countries.
I saw a headline at Brighteon, the Health Ranger Mike Adams’ place, that Chinese PLA troops are training in Canada. Mike Adams loves him some conspiracies and is fond of lighting his hair on fire to spout them but that is a concerning turn of events.
Efudex sounds like a Mexican swear TBH
Thanks, PG!
I kinda wish I was still in the farming business. I’d love to drive my John Deere 4020 up towards a blue city and block the road leading in. And menace any fucks that upset me with a AR. I just didn’t see the future unfold as it did.
Nobody factored in every major western government going to war with their own populace all at the same time using unchecked immigration from shitholes as weapon #1 and the demonization of our exhale gas as weapon #2.
So sorry about your pupper, Carin.
Orwell was a doe-eyed optimist. At least his England was still English.
https://alt-market.us/cereal-for-the-peasants-how-the-elites-use-skimpflation-to-control-our-eating-habits/
Guy must be young, his chronology is off in places. Microwave ovens were not a thing in the 70s.
I think the very late 70s they were available to the stupidly rich, but it’d be like having a CD player in the mid 80s.
So sorry, Car in.
Mom got a microwave oven for Christmas in either 1977 or 1978. My sister was still living at home. I “baked” cookies in it and burned them and the plate they were on.
We weren’t stupidly rich, either. Dad was making in the neighborhood of $35K in 1983 (I was filling out financial aid forms for college then), so it had to be a lot less than that in 1978. He did have the advantage that if he took a shift on Thanksgiving or Christmas, he got double time and a half, so he would often do that to pay for Christmas presents. My guess is that it was under $500 but not by a lot.
It had a dial for the time and a switch for cook or defrost. I may still have the cookbook that came with it. It had a perfectly browned turkey on the cover, what a lie that was!
I remember microwaves about then, but only at 7-11.
I don’t think we had one until ’83 or ’84. We got the Intellivision around the same time.
Yeah, as I recall, in the early 80s is when all that stuff started to happen for us.
We definitely got our first microwave in the late 70’s. Mom & Dad both worked and he was a major in the air force by then, Mom was an accountant. Fancy future technology for sure. It wasn’t long before my older brother put in an aluminum TV dinner in it and we got to see the resultant light show. 7-11 microwave burritos weren’t far behind.
I think my mom got one for Christmas in ’80 or ’81. $365 was a lot at the time. It lasted for a long time.
We got our first microwave in ’71-’72. It was a Kenmore with a mechanical 15 minute timer and *not* a big magnetron.
I replaced the RF Diode in it twice to keep it alive. When the internal glass plate broke and I went to Sears Parts Store to get a replacement, they could not believe I still had one that worked. It was the last one and they had no parts.
aunt and uncle got a radarange decades ago, probably a lot of money at the time. It still worked last year, quite well.
love the ode to joy flash mob, one of my all time favs
almost as much fun as hip hop fans reviewing racist southern rock
spent the night at a friends house in 1974. Civilian. Her dad was gas/oil executive. They had a radar range. We got our first microwave in 1980. Counter.
Derek expected relentless pressure.