Noooooon-time. In my hometown, the horn at the top of the Town Hall blows twice at noon. (Unless they have built another building, which I haven't heard that they've done, that is.) Essex, Mass has a phenomenally unusual (ugly?) Victorian-type building that houses/housed town offices, including police ... and best of all the Thomas Oliver Hazard Perry Burnham Library, aka TOHPB library. Isn't that a wonderful name? If you are just doodling around on your computer, look it up just to see the building. It used to be painted a brownish mustard yellow with brown trim. Sorry for my inability to bring forth a link to it.
Ozzie rudely woke me up at around 9 AM. I think this happens when he decides he doesn't have to pee before he goes to bed, and won't go out, but climbs right upstairs to his bed. Either that, or, when hubby makes an early bathroom visit and goes back to bed, it wakes Ozzie up. Either way I have no choice but to get up, put on some clothes and take him out, and, of course, Pippy, too. By the time we get back from the mailbox with the paper, I just HAVE to have coffee.
If I had gone back to bed, I would have not been able to go back to sleep as Pippy decided to have a case of the kacks...coughing. Hairballs and goodness only knows what, because she will lick the scent of something even if the actually scent-producing item isn't there on the floor anymore. Since she doesn't see very well anymore due to cataracts, she licks up what she smells or what she feels against her nose while she's sniffing about. Then, because she won't just drink water on command, I have to give her some liquid she will drink, which recently has been the water in which Gerber Baby's Chicken Sticks are sealed in the jar. So far, at least, it stops the kacking.
We cut the chicken sticks up and use them at suppertime; because hubby started feeding them way- long-time-ago from the table while he is eating supper ... He shares too much! ....But because I don't want them getting fat/gristle/spices/bread/breading so much, I decided the chicken sticks were the least fattening or 'bad' for them. The amt of salt is lower then regular broths, anyway.
Joe, you are now actually working at work! Well, sounds obvious, but there are folks ... like j22's co-worker ...who work as little as possible and whine about it all the while.
Tweety, so your broken-heeled friend is cleared for weight-bearing now? My 'goal' for today is doing the laundry. w00t!
Nel, 40-ish or so years ago, back before tats were a thing, I had a hospital patient who had 8 of them and she was the talk of the floor. She was something like 85 at the time, so I figured her youth must've been fairly 'wild', although the tats were discreet in the sense that there were no roaring tigers or hula girls. She was just way ahead of her time. / Glad to hear that Knots has improved. Having been a nurse for so long, I find it curious that I am more upset by sick animals than I am by people.
I can not look at any TV commercials from ASPCA and the like, where they show sad, pitiful-sad looking animals; when they come on, I look down at a crossword puzzle or block the TV screen with my hand. Nannie will say, "Look, oh, look." And I say "NO!"
She does that with cute kids or babies, too, but I'm not so interested in looking at a cute baby in a commercial I've seen a thousand times, about which she has said "Look!" those same thousand times. I had to train myself to NOT look every time she said "Look!" because it was driving me mad!
herring, Are male children taught from the start to be stubborn to the bone? (Although, my mother often said that I was stubborn from the day I was born, so I guess I'm one to talk.) I have had several brief talks with hubby...because sometimes you have to pick your times ... about being worried of his health. He pushes himself tooooo much; his knee, as I said, is crappy. And telling him what Tweety said (I paraphrsed) about it a couple of days ago, not that Tweety said it, per se, just "one of the nurses I talk with on-line" ...The longer you leave it in the bad shape it is in, the worse it will get, and the less successful the 'eventual' surgery might be. I also talked with him about the physiological harm his LACK of diabetic-diet does to his body and organs. Just because you keep your blood-sugars (mostly) in range, doesn't necessarily mean you have the diabetes under control. I wish he could go back to his original endocrinologist, who paid attention and explained things thoroughly; things that he has apparently forgotten. And he is not too good about listening to me. The only success, if you can call it that, is that he does put cold packs on his knee(s) ONCE, in the evening. A former patient (not diabetic) used to follow any emphatic talking-to she was giving to someone, or complaint she had, with the word "DAMMIT!" Hubby knew her and so when I say that, he KNOWS I'm serious.
Hubby and Nanny had another squawkeroo yesterday. She keeps coming up with all these tasks he should do (or as she says "we", as in the both of them, as if SHE does anything at all) . He said he was doing the best he can, which is pretty great, and more than he should. It went on from there, but I got up and left because I was about to remind her once again that he is "almost 70", like she is "almost 90", and that his health and body isn't something she can beat to death with her "wishes" for the perfect environment.
She wants to feel like "everyone" is talking about how much better HER house (and she, herself) looks than any other house/yard in the neighborhood. Nobody is inspecting or paying much attention, except her. Really, it is the only reason she gets out and walks the perimeter of the yard. I mean, it's amazing she still walks the terrain with her walker. If it weren't for that, and the possibility someone will see her (dressed up, hair done, wearing earrings and makeup, outfits that 'match'.) she would stay plonked down in the recliner.
Yakkity-yak. Guess I ort to go do the dern laundry.