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Good Morning!

Recently woke up. Fed our lovely but demented canine-family-member, drank the expected 16 oz of water, poured morning's First Coffee, and now sitting up in my modest 2nd floor audio-video studio room, typing on Allnurses' Daily Diary thread.

So far, so good! L O L! ūüėĄ

Yesterday was the 1st of three nights off in a row. Had a much-needed relaxing day, yesterday. It rained, so I couldn't mow. (THAT's relaxing, not mowing! L O L!) Worked on editing those dance videos. Then, spent the later afternoon and evening time with Amy and my (1st) step-mother (and dear friend) with a dinner and a show. The dinner was a summer-time hotdogs, hamburgers and "slaw", which was delicious. The show was a very funny farce called "Baskerville - a Sherlock Holmes Mystery", by Ken Ludwig. Oh my gosh! It was funny!! (I do love a good farce!) As the title suggests, it based on a Sherlock Holmes type mystery, but with a comedic twist! It was performed at our local summer-stock theater, The Theater Barn, which almost always produces great plays and musicals. We had a good time, for sure!

Today?!? Need to do some shopping. If the weather allows, I'm going to do some of that dreaded mowing thing. Tonight, our church is having a "meet and great" for our Candidate to be Pastor of our 8-congregation Parish. This should be nice.

Today, Amy starts rehearsals for the first of two shows she's doing at the Theater Barn. ¬†The 1st show is an Agatha Christie murder-mystery play. I forgot the title of this one, but Amy plays the part of The Witness which is featured during Act Two. The second show Amy's in is a musical-comedy titled, "The Great American Trailer Park Musical". ¬†I believe that Amy is playing the part of Bad-Ass Betty.¬†Looking forward so seeing this musical! ūüėĄ¬†Amy has been performing at the Theater Barn for decades! Summertime is the usual time when Amy scratches her theater-itch. L O L! She's a great performer, for sure!

Tomorrow is Sunday. Tomorrow's service will be a special one as the Candidate for our Pastor will be preaching at our church. Afterwards, we'll be voting on this Candidate as to whether or not she'll be one of our new Pastors for this 8-church Parish. 

Nothing much else going on. Hope all who travel here today have a pleasant day! ūüôā

Ted

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Morning Ted

Tired this morning....woke up at 3am and took some time getting back to sleep.  Had a bunch of weird dreams too

Special project at work was completed yesterday.   We'll see what Monday brings.  I'm kinda hoping, since these special projects are helping UM, that they might consider me for a UM position.  Would be an interesting change.  Not sure if that will happen, since it would mean they would be down a CM

Talked with J, he still has a bunch of packing to do but should get all of that done today

Went for a walk last night as the weather was nice.  Rain is holding off today so I may head outside again

This afternoon we have a graduation party for my cousin's oldest son.  Will be nice to see everyone again

Svengoolie has The Beast From 20000 Fathoms, might take a look at that tonight

Finally found a needle threader that actually works well.  Might look into something like embroidery or needlepoint given that I like stitching and could use the practice

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Good morning Ted and Joe.

Ted, your morning description sounds so calming. I so love dinner theater. Been to a few, but nothing like you've described. Prayers for your Church's decision about the Pastor.

Joe, I read about your reviews regarding Svengoolie every week and tune in for a lot of them. I might look at that one, too, unless I find a cool zombie or vampire or zompire movie somewhere. L O L! 

I am working on music for July. I've finished 2 Sundays so far. I have 2 weddings to get ready; one is pretty soon.

Need one more cuppa then head to the grocery store. I don't mind buying them and paying for them is o.k., but I absolutely HATE to load them in the basket, unload for the checker, load them back in the basket, unload them to the car, unload to the kitchen, and THEN put them all away.

But, whatcha gonna do?

You ALL have a great Saturday.

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Good Morning!

Joe, hope you have a good day.  What does "UM" mean?

Ted sounds like a decent weekend.  I need to mow the front yard (did the back the other day) sometime this weekend.  

sirI, hope you have a good day.  I never thought about grocery shopping.  It's something that's necessary.  I tend to make several small trips a week so it's not that much of a chore.  I use an app on my phone for the grocery list and this keeps me on track.  I used to write down my grocery list and leave it at home.  I rarely don't have my phone.

Heading out for a quick jog/walk before it gets too hot.  I was horrible yesterday and ate crappy.  A couple of donuts, several cookies and an Italian Sub.  Lots of snacks because it was Tech Week.  I bought myself, our two techs and a tech in training lunch.  My boss said "you should be me lunch too".  I did, but I told her "no nurses allowed to eat".  

It's Pride weekend in St. Petersburg, Florida.  The largest celebration in Florida and second only to Atlanta's in the South.  Always proud of this moderately sized town and it's prominence in Pride.  My employer is setting up a tent today to provide healthcare information.   Granted it's for publicity, but it's also good to know that I work for a company that celebrates Diversity like this.   My boss, is going to be part of the set up this morning but will only be there a couple of hours as she says she wants to escape the heat.  My boss has always been gay friendly in the 27 years I've known her.  

Have a great day!

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Morning all-

I'm at work, covering for another provider today.  It's only a 3 hour shift, but is always busy.  We do a boatload of allergy shots and testing in that 3 hours.  I usually have up to 12 office visits, but today I only have 7.  I think it's due to the nice weather.  

Speaking of weather, it has finally stopped raining and the sun is out!  Tomorrow is supposed to be a real summer day, with sun and temps in the mid 80s.  We will head to the beach in the AM, and have DD and her BF over for dinner.  She leaves for her summer on the island on Wed., and I want to spend a little time with her.  I made ferry reservations to go see her on July 19th.  

So today I am working in our most distant office from me.  I only drive here once a month.  There's an exterminator business just off the highway outside of Providence.  They have a giant blue bug sculpture on their roof, and they dress it up according to the season/local events.  Today the bug had on giant sunglasses and was drinking an "Awful Awful", which is a milk shake with ice cream made by a local dairy.  It's called that because it's awful big and awful good. A few weeks ago the bug was wearing a Boston Bruins jersey for the Stanley Cup finals. Rhode Island has weird names for a lot of foods.

Ted-The dinner theater sounds like fun.¬† I hope all goes well with the meet and greet for the pastor candidate. Have fun mowing!!¬† ūüėā

Joe-have fun at the graduation party!  Glad you found the needle threader.  I don't do a lot of sewing, but I can't see to thread the needle, and I have to use a magnifying glass.  I hate this getting older stuff!

Siri-I looooove grocery shopping!  Like Tweety-I go to several different places, several times a week.  I'm poor at meal planning, plus I like to go to local farms and farmers markets and decide what to cook based on what is available.  I agree that the putting away part is the pits.  

Tweety-are you going to go to any of the Pride events?  Hope your weekend off is good.

Hope all have a great weekend!

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No longer morning...

I was reluctantly awakened early (9AM) by Mr. Ozwood P. Houndpuppy III, Esquire, who decided that since his Dad got up, he should too. Which, of course, means I have to get up as well.

Oz and Pip and I hobbled out to get the newspaper from the mailbox. I can't use a crutch and walk two dogs who often want to go in opposite directions. I frequently look crucified, with my arms stretched to the limit on both sides. Wholey Holy. Ay-yuh.

It happened again: I blinked and it is Saturday once more. Kind of limited activity-wise, so I guess I'll find something to occupy my mental capacities.

I gave Nannie my newspaper to look at after I was through reading it and doing the puzzles. Then I beat it upstairs before she got to the obits and read out loud who died (none of whom she knows, and I certainly don't.) and, of course, their ages.

She's always saying, "Not many people live to be my age", and,  "I  can still walk, even if it is with a walker." (Except when she won't use it or 'forgets' it.)  "Not many people can ...", like her great age (!) puts her in the teensiest fraction of the population, which somehow makes her so superior to everyone else. ("It ain't your age, honey, but what you do with it." I don't say.)

 It's true that I've seen 60 year old people in way worse shape than Nannie, but I don't want burst her bubble with true-tales of the old-lady marathon winner who ran seven marathons in one week, or the 101 year old who is still driving safely, or the 89 year old who went back to college to earn a degree, and countless other abilities and interests of the aged.

Wanna go sky-diving, Nannie? "Nooooooo!" she says.

Hubby is cleaning out under the old carport next to and behind the shed, where he keeps his lawn-moaner, peed-wheater, and other yard tools. Frankly I believe he is doing all that reorganization because being on the other side of the shed hides him from Nannie. Who can blame him? But, I told him, he's going to owe me a dollar bill for every time Nannie asks me "Where's ____?" ----by whatever name she calls him at any point in time. He is sometimes his Dad, his *%$#@#$& brother, her brother, HER Dad....Makes yer head spin!

Once in a while I even feel sorry for her. I know it's tough going from the Mean Ol' Matriarch-In-Charge-of-Every-Thing-Who-Is-ALWAYS-Right, to the  Stumble-Brain who concocts semi-true stories and gets lost in an amazingly foggy confusion of people and events. 

Once she related how my hubby wanted to marry her, even though she was still going to Shriner's, had casts on her legs/feet, and was "a cripple"! Imagine THAT!!! Hubby said, "I'm your son, ____, Momma. You're thinking of Daddy, your husband; but you didn't meet him until after all your surgeries had been completed."  ---she pauses--- and says, "well, um," and continues on with the scrambled history. 

"They say" that when a crabby person gets very old this way, it is odd how they often become sweet and nicey-nice, while pleasant folks turn sour and  difficult. I wish she would lose her hateful side, quit relating 'shocking' anecdotes of neighbors LONG GONE, and their peccadilloes which usually involve scandalous sexual hi-jinks. She STILL is talking about Skipper Jones of the Braves baseball club, who fooled around on and left his first wife and one or two children, then married another woman and had 1 or 2 more children by her. Mind you, that was approximately 30 years ago and MOST people are OVER IT! About the 3,957th time you hear it you realize saying "so-what/who-cares" has had no effect the 3,956 prior times you heard it...so...

And though I have no controI over it, I am so ashamed of her obsession with making all sorts of racist remarks, I want to vomit. Leaving the room with my lips shut tight is my only recourse. Even when she had sense, she didn't have the sense to realize what a rude, obnoxious, STUPID woman she was showing her self to be, just by opening her mouth and saying the things she says.  I don't think being raised in the South of the 1930's and 1940's and learning her attitudes by osmosis in the family, friends and church circle is a good enough excuse for her to continue being so thoroughly offensive and unChrist-like.

 I can't take her to task for being a lousy Christian; it's not my job to condemn her, however, it has occurred to me on more than one occasion that she truly doesn't understand the ways of Jesus. Even non-Christians who don't ascribe to the Bible's teachings, understand he was a good man who was good to others. And she was a Sunday School teacher for 32 years!

I am aware I say all this in a condemning and superior way...I know I have some awful ways, habits and ideas, too. Maybe feeling incensed by her isn't the best Christian response, either. 

I was born in The Great "White" North and never saw a black person IN person until I was around 11 years old, and never had occasion to intermingle with anyone other than Italians and Scandinavians until I went to nursing school. However, when someone used the "N" word I cringed, as I am appalled and embarrassed in so many ways.

My mother taught by example and in words that all people are people, real human beings under the skin, in spite of where they come from, what they look like, and what religion they do or don't practice. So, when I met my future hubby's parents, because of their cultural UNcultured differences, it was a tug-of-war inside myself...did I really want to be part of this family? Fortunately hubby is a good deal WAY less offensive than his folks. It helped that  we lived 2 & 1/2 hours drive away from them. There is a palpable offense 'caused by' and directed toward me from Nannie and the step-dgt, for being a Yankee and having been raised way WAY differently,  in a different time and place, thinking and speaking differently, (we ain't a'tawkin' ackscints here), acting differently, believing differently, etc... It amazes me how painfully and stubbornly insular they are!

I have the front page illustration/plate from an oooold book, framed, and it says, "There is so much bad in the best of us, and so much good in the worst of us, that it hardly behooves any of us, to talk about the rest of us." To which both Nannie and step-kid responded separately when they saw it...,"Hee-hee, that's cute."  CUTE!

I am no paragon of virtue, and well, it's true that I'm not always a 'behoover' either, but most of the time I try.

Except HERE, where I can sputter and squawk freely because I am certainly provoked with great frequency and have to have SOMEWHERE to spill it!! 

Thank you all veddy, veddy much!

NSIME 

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sirI, If you read this, could you please tell Joe V I have left him several messages (again) that my "followed posts-to-inbox" function is not working...again.  I go to the Admin Help Desk to post, but all I get is crickets. And I can't seem to find a place to leave a private message. 

So, anywayz,  Thaaaaank you!

NSIME

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Hey NSIME,

We had some issues with the Admin Office/Support Desk, but that's fixed now. I apologize.

I replied to you in the ticket you started so go back to that ticket to communicate.

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5 hours ago, Joe NightingMale said:

Tweety UM is short for Utilization Management

Gotcha.  

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3 hours ago, No Stars In My Eyes said:

No longer morning...

I was reluctantly awakened early (9AM) by Mr. Ozwood P. Houndpuppy III, Esquire, who decided that since his Dad got up, he should too. Which, of course, means I have to get up as well.

Oz and Pip and I hobbled out to get the newspaper from the mailbox. I can't use a crutch and walk two dogs who often want to go in opposite directions. I frequently look crucified, with my arms stretched to the limit on both sides. Wholey Holy. Ay-yuh.

It happened again: I blinked and it is Saturday once more. Kind of limited activity-wise, so I guess I'll find something to occupy my mental capacities.

I gave Nannie my newspaper to look at after I was through reading it and doing the puzzles. Then I beat it upstairs before she got to the obits and read out loud who died (none of whom she knows, and I certainly don't.) and, of course, their ages.

She's always saying, "Not many people live to be my age", and,  "I  can still walk, even if it is with a walker." (Except when she won't use it or 'forgets' it.)  "Not many people can ...", like her great age (!) puts her in the teensiest fraction of the population, which somehow makes her so superior to everyone else. ("It ain't your age, honey, but what you do with it." I don't say.)

 It's true that I've seen 60 year old people in way worse shape than Nannie, but I don't want burst her bubble with true-tales of the old-lady marathon winner who ran seven marathons in one week, or the 101 year old who is still driving safely, or the 89 year old who went back to college to earn a degree, and countless other abilities and interests of the aged.

Wanna go sky-diving, Nannie? "Nooooooo!" she says.

Hubby is cleaning out under the old carport next to and behind the shed, where he keeps his lawn-moaner, peed-wheater, and other yard tools. Frankly I believe he is doing all that reorganization because being on the other side of the shed hides him from Nannie. Who can blame him? But, I told him, he's going to owe me a dollar bill for every time Nannie asks me "Where's ____?" ----by whatever name she calls him at any point in time. He is sometimes his Dad, his *%$#@#$& brother, her brother, HER Dad....Makes yer head spin!

Once in a while I even feel sorry for her. I know it's tough going from the Mean Ol' Matriarch-In-Charge-of-Every-Thing-Who-Is-ALWAYS-Right, to the  Stumble-Brain who concocts semi-true stories and gets lost in an amazingly foggy confusion of people and events. 

Once she related how my hubby wanted to marry her, even though she was still going to Shriner's, had casts on her legs/feet, and was "a cripple"! Imagine THAT!!! Hubby said, "I'm your son, ____, Momma. You're thinking of Daddy, your husband; but you didn't meet him until after all your surgeries had been completed."  ---she pauses--- and says, "well, um," and continues on with the scrambled history. 

"They say" that when a crabby person gets very old this way, it is odd how they often become sweet and nicey-nice, while pleasant folks turn sour and  difficult. I wish she would lose her hateful side, quit relating 'shocking' anecdotes of neighbors LONG GONE, and their peccadilloes which usually involve scandalous sexual hi-jinks. She STILL is talking about Skipper Jones of the Braves baseball club, who fooled around on and left his first wife and one or two children, then married another woman and had 1 or 2 more children by her. Mind you, that was approximately 30 years ago and MOST people are OVER IT! About the 3,957th time you hear it you realize saying "so-what/who-cares" has had no effect the 3,956 prior times you heard it...so...

And though I have no controI over it, I am so ashamed of her obsession with making all sorts of racist remarks, I want to vomit. Leaving the room with my lips shut tight is my only recourse. Even when she had sense, she didn't have the sense to realize what a rude, obnoxious, STUPID woman she was showing her self to be, just by opening her mouth and saying the things she says.  I don't think being raised in the South of the 1930's and 1940's and learning her attitudes by osmosis in the family, friends and church circle is a good enough excuse for her to continue being so thoroughly offensive and unChrist-like.

 I can't take her to task for being a lousy Christian; it's not my job to condemn her, however, it has occurred to me on more than one occasion that she truly doesn't understand the ways of Jesus. Even non-Christians who don't ascribe to the Bible's teachings, understand he was a good man who was good to others. And she was a Sunday School teacher for 32 years!

I am aware I say all this in a condemning and superior way...I know I have some awful ways, habits and ideas, too. Maybe feeling incensed by her isn't the best Christian response, either. 

I was born in The Great "White" North and never saw a black person IN person until I was around 11 years old, and never had occasion to intermingle with anyone other than Italians and Scandinavians until I went to nursing school. However, when someone used the "N" word I cringed, as I am appalled and embarrassed in so many ways.

My mother taught by example and in words that all people are people, real human beings under the skin, in spite of where they come from, what they look like, and what religion they do or don't practice. So, when I met my future hubby's parents, because of their cultural UNcultured differences, it was a tug-of-war inside myself...did I really want to be part of this family? Fortunately hubby is a good deal WAY less offensive than his folks. It helped that  we lived 2 & 1/2 hours drive away from them. There is a palpable offense 'caused by' and directed toward me from Nannie and the step-dgt, for being a Yankee and having been raised way WAY differently,  in a different time and place, thinking and speaking differently, (we ain't a'tawkin' ackscints here), acting differently, believing differently, etc... It amazes me how painfully and stubbornly insular they are!

I have the front page illustration/plate from an oooold book, framed, and it says, "There is so much bad in the best of us, and so much good in the worst of us, that it hardly behooves any of us, to talk about the rest of us." To which both Nannie and step-kid responded separately when they saw it...,"Hee-hee, that's cute."  CUTE!

I am no paragon of virtue, and well, it's true that I'm not always a 'behoover' either, but most of the time I try.

Except HERE, where I can sputter and squawk freely because I am certainly provoked with great frequency and have to have SOMEWHERE to spill it!! 

Thank you all veddy, veddy much!

NSIME 

NSIME:  We have been fortunate to have mothers, and others who taught us with words and example to treat others as we would want to be treated. 

I know many Black people from the South who grew up afraid of white people who had to learn as adults not to hate them all.

I've met kind wonderful White people who had to learn to give up hate and fear of Black people.

My mother's mother figured it out at age eight that what she was taught about the evils of Catholics, Jews, Mexicans, and Negros were wrong because she worked for some of "them people" cleaning, cooking, ironing and other tasks to avoid picking cotton. She taught us better with words, example with spankings for actual actions. When my cousin was a cute kindergartner she said, "Eeny, meeny, miny, moe catch a N***** by the toe. She had her mouth washed out with soap in front of all of us. She really didn't know. But we all had to sit and listen for more than ten minutes while she explained her childhood to us. Her unofficially adoptive parents once took the kids to witness a lynching. Even when she was as old as I am now she had nightmares about that.

She also took us to the "picture show", to ride horses, sang and danced with us, and after we were in California she, a blue haired old woman, took us and friends to surfing beaches. 

She lived with us from 1969 to 1978 when she died.

We have a lot to be grateful for with good mothers and family members.

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Hello all! 

We got home around 5pm.¬† Have been greeting cats and cleaning up their little messes. (where is the roll eyes icon??¬† Ah, here it is:)ūüôĄūüôĄūüôĄ

We had a little bit of a scare, had just come into the house with the little chihuahua doggie, and were greeting cats and surveying mail and inspecting carpet and after a few minutes we realized we didn't see where doggie was??  Not in sight, and not in his crate.  didn't answer when we called.  I searched outside (in case he slipped out -- unlikely but still), dh searched inside.  Nada!  Finally he put some fresh food out and called to him and he heard a little whine between the couch and an end table.  Seems he slipped down where he couldn't get out, and just stayed there.   Finally whined to get his food, and dh retrieved him!  What a relief!  I didn't want to think he was outside trotting around all by himself!

Time to unpack and empty out the RV fridge and cupboards.  Nice that I will have tomorrow off as well, to finish getting ready to return to work.

We had a wonderful time!  Enjoyed the drive up and back on 395, beautiful beautiful areas!  We enjoyed camping one week at the festival grounds (the Nevada County fairgrounds).  got to pick with many friends (10 of which also made the trek up, from So Cal).  Heard some great bands (Sister Sadie was awesome!)!  Had some good food!  dh got his banjo re-fretted, I got my guitar re-fretted by a master luthier from Idaho (several luthiers bring their tools up and there is a large barn of builders and repair ppl with tables for working on instruments.  Seems it's quite lucrative for some!).  We also picked with/met new ppl from all over. 

At the campgrounds going up and coming down, we'd get settled in and, after dinner, bring out the instruments and got to meet some nice ppl when we were playing.¬† Some ppl from Northern Calif, some from So Cal, -- furthest we met was a family from Philadelphia.¬† Ppl liked seeing the little dog, and hearing music, and seeing a smile (even on the dog ūüėČ ).¬†

Really wished we could have stayed longer!  Ah well, after I retire we will plan a longer trip!

I didn't keep up much with y'all's goings-on.  Honestly I didn't open a computer.  Oh.  Wait.  I didn't even BRING a computer!!!  So, that was a true comment: that I didn't open a computer!!

Missed you all, though! 

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