Good Afternoon, one and all...
Joe, I'm sorry to hear about your cousin's husband. Hope work stayed calmer all day for you. Seems often that the stuff at a end of the day gloms up during the last hour and has to be taken care of. I remember those end-of-shift last-minute things!
Ted, I can't think of when the last time was when you actually had patients to keep you in your tiny ICU for a whole shift. WOW! I know your flower pics, and yours and Amy's hymn recordings will come out well. The only not-in-church service I've ever seen were the ones my weekend PDN patient watched on TV. I've probably mentioned her before, but she was Jewish and watched about 4 services on TV on Sunday mornings, I think 2 Baptist churches, a Methodist church, and then of course there was Jimmy Swaggart, about whom she would always say, "He's going to cry now....watch, watch! He does this every sermon!" After all the preaching was over, she would watch the dramatics of those 'professional' wrestlers; can't remember their names, one was an old-ish, balding so-called Russian, Nikita something, and his .. son? nephew? ... Anyway, it always struck me as an odd combo for Sunday morning viewing. In the afternoons she watched football and/or golf. Back in those days I did two 8 hr shifts on Saturdays and the same on Sundays. Easy week, really.
Well, Tweety, at least you DID get your AC taken care of, even if it was at the very last minute. When I started reading your post I was afraid you were going to say he didn't show up at all. Whew! And once your AC was fixed, you could come home from HOT yoga and cool down. j22 is right, that does sound like a strange combination.
j22, YOW! You ber very, very, VERY careful with those murder hornets. They are scary as all get out! Here there are also something called "Cow Killers:, JUMBO, hard-shelled ants that actually CAN bite and kill a cow. The only reason I know about them is the first summer I was here, there was one of those ants in the yard (red and yellow, I think, and BIG). Well naturally I tried to step on it to kill it and it seemed impervious to my efforts the first 3-4 times. Then I got serious and did actually kill it, and got the front detached from the back. After I looked it up on line, I freaked out! Haven't seen one since, but I sure don't go walking in the woods or the pastures they like to inhabit. Eeeek!
BCg, It sounds like a very busy day for you with all those new kind of technologically-possible 'visits' to do! You know, if I got on a plane with no distancing and no one with masks on, I believe I'd get right off again. That's like Russian Roulette! Jeepers. Or as my Grandpa used to say, "KRIPES!" It is so incredible that people think that safety and health measures are political games, and only efforts to 'control' people. I hate that so many end up learning the hard way, especially now that the medical world is discovering 'new' things that occur to a person POST-COVID-19 infections.
herring, Nice, sweet cantaloupes? Wah, wah, wah. I am crying with envy of you. I never had one of those fresh from the garden, sweet, sun-warmed cantaloupes until I moved to NC and my landlady had practically 1/4th of her VERY large garden just filled with them. Prior to that I wasn't particularly wild about melons of any kind, but she had the magic green thumb, because everything in her garden was perfecto-supreme!
So, I know "sun-downing" is a real thing, but Nannie's "dark-side" seems to really enjoy working it to the max, on purpose. I can not believe how UGLY she acts and how terribly crass and rudely she talks. She's one of those "has-to-be-RIGHT-and-WIN-the-argument" people, even if we weren't actively involved in arguing with her! She digs and goads and is so PROUD of herself when she gets some kind of reaction. She just loves to go against all reason; I think she went up and down those stairs 7 times yesterday, and twice she bobbled and thought it was FUNNY!
Hubby and I took Ozzie in the bathroom, sat him on a towel on the counter beside the sink, and trimmed his face, getting all the hardened, built up guckies out of the corners of his eyes (Tweety, don't google 'guckies'; I'm not sure if it's a 'real' thing/word!). We trimmed the hair that fans upward from his snout and down from the brows, hiding his beautimous eyes, AND shaved around his butt again. He is SOOOOO well-behaved when we do it. If the groomer doesn't get to open up soon, we may have to get the electric razor and do our best, which won't be too very pretty, but he has some AWFUL knots on his ears and tail. He is so funny when we are done grooming his worst spots, he twirls around, smiling and happy, showing off, while we make suitable 'yays', 'hoorays' at him, and tell him what a GOOD BOY he is and how PRETTY!
Hey, I think the libraries must be open, 'cause I got a notice that the two books I took out just before the day everything was shut down, are actually DUE tomorrow! That means they must have unchained the drop-box, anyway.
Think I'll be an idiot and go sit out of the front porch (90 degrees and HUMID) and drink some hot coffee...