I wanna consign the freaking virus to Hell again, as we've just heard that my husband tested positive for virus-up-the-nose at the end of last month--the lab didn't get back to us till today, and so we're frantically looking back over our calendars to see if we exposed anybody. We've both been vaccinated, and Mr. Lamb is asymptomatic (there's even a chance of a lab mixup), so probably not, but... Truthfully, I'm the most likely to have caught it, but I had my second shot today (before getting the call) and got swabbed up the nose, so I suppose I'll just have to wait (at home) and see if I get a call from my own lab. Hey ho, I'm not going to see my friend this weekend.
I'm under about ten blankets after I complained of chills and Mr Lamb got mischievous. He is out of earshot so I just called his phone and asked him to bring me vanilla icecream. Threats ensued.
I'm under about ten blankets after I complained of chills and Mr Lamb got mischievous. He is out of earshot so I just called his phone and asked him to bring me vanilla icecream. Threats ensued.
Well, I'm negative by rapid test (so not completely infallible, but I'm going nowhere anyway). But the arm from the second shot has a big red splotch and hurts like crap. But hey, two more weeks and I'll be immune. And Mr. Lamb is considering the error of his ways--I don't think the danger really hit home until his swab turned up positive. Heh. Perennial optimist.
My mother was a great believer in the efficacy of vest-wearing to keep your kidneys warm.
She visited me not long after I went to university. I was reaching up to take my coffee jar from a high shelf, revealing a glimpse of bare flesh between jeans and sweatshirt when she said, in the hearing of my cool new university friends "Quine! You're not wearing a vest!"
She visited me not long after I went to university. I was reaching up to take my coffee jar from a high shelf, revealing a glimpse of bare flesh between jeans and sweatshirt when she said, in the hearing of my cool new university friends "Quine! You're not wearing a vest!"
Oh, the shame!!!
And when you're young and trying to impress cool friends you never think that their mothers would probably say the same thing.
TICTH whatever the opposite of serendipity is. I've recently acquired, at huge expense, a pair of hearing aids. I was on a waiting list to see an NHS audiologist, but decided that in the current situation, it might be a very long time before I'd get an appointment (I'd been on the waiting list since the summer), so as my hearing really was becoming an issue, I went to Boots.
Of course, now I get an appointment (on the 1st of March) - I think I'll go anyway, as my hearing aids are still "on approval". Whether I'll be able to get my money back in the event of the NHS coming up with something better, I don't know.
I am going to echo your CTH Piglet if I may in the opposing force of serependity. Having recently bought a car - the main purpose of which was to visit my mother safely - then not being able to visit because of lockdown. And just made changes to my life - you know moving to a new town imminently - and so on. Now I am not driving anywhere for a frickin year as I had a seizure.
It's just figuring out what to do with the car tho. And that is proving a real headache.
Piglet, that's similar to a circumstance regarding my father.
In December the Veteran's Administration sent him to a neighborhood eye exam, which is what they do when their own doctors are absent or have no appointments available. So, we went, got his new eyeglass Rx, and went to the VA to order his glasses. When we got there, the person in charge of fitting glasses told us that the VA had cancelled the appointment, in spite of the fact that I had two reminders sent from them within the previous couple of days. The specialist recommended that we pick out some frames and measure the bifocal part so that when the VA would straighten out their mistake, the glasses would be ready to make!
Fast forward to January, Dad is having trouble reading, and we were going past the eye center where his exam took place. I suggested that we go in and pay for glasses. Dad said his old glasses were just fine. That scenario happened twice. So, after I have less access to him because he's in Assisted Living, he has been crying the blues that he can't read. Tuesday, I took him to the eye center, and he ordered both regular bifocals and readers. You know what happened next...Friday I had a message from VA saying that all the mistakes had been fixed, and they would be sending Dad his new glasses. :rolleyes:
TICTH robot scam calls. My mother's 90 year old cousin, who is (or was) fit and active, was woken by the phone at 6.30am. Assuming a call at that time must be urgent, she leapt up to answer it, only to find it was a robot scam. She then fell and is now in hospital with a broken hip.
@Baptist Trainfan indeed so
But I am remembering my father’s Keep Sunday Special car sticker, which combined with his thundering Remember The Sabbath
Which happily recalls my wife's Danish great uncle Ole in Nebraska, who told us he was pleased when the minister enjoined the faithful to, "Remember the Sabbath and keep it, Ole!"
Not exactly condemning anyone to hell, but in a similar spirit ---if there's anything in re-incarnation I'm coming back as an orphan with no siblings.
Sorry to hear the family is a challenge. I've had some students who were very relieved that COVID restrictions prevented family gatherings at Christmas. You are definitely not alone.
I never visited for Christmas as it's too freighted with tensions. The difficult thing isn't that I dislike any of them, but the combination is a challenge.
I never visited for Christmas as it's too freighted with tensions. The difficult thing isn't that I dislike any of them, but the combination is a challenge.
My daughter is starting to write her wedding guest list. I think "doesn't dislike any of them* but the combination is a challenge" sums it up pretty well.
I sympathise, and hope that what should be a happy day for your daughter @North East Quine will not turn out to be as traumatic as the Horror Stories one sometimes hears!
The milkman.
We are. apparently, at war.
When he first started delivering last year, he would take the empties and leave the new milk in the polystyrene box, labelled with the name of the company, which I had bought for that purpose to protect it from the sun, possible bluetits with a race memory of cream in the gold top, and passing opportunist milk-nickers. I gave him a nice tip at Christmas, in an envelope, in the box. I assume he got it.
Recently, he has sometimes left the empties beside the box where they had been put to enable easy picking up. And then he started not putting the bottles in the box. A minor irritation in the scheme of things, first world problem and all that, but it means I have to go out and put them in the box to carry them upstairs instead of just picking the box up.
I waited for a while, snow etc., and last week rang the dairy to see if there were any instruction to milkmen not to put things in boxes because of sanitising, or similar reason. No, there isn't, and I was advised to use the form on the website to give instructions, so I went there, only to find I had given instrauctions earlier to put the box in the bin cupboard, but this had never been done. So I changed the instructions. No change in behaviour.
For last night I wrote a note. Unfortunately, the person who put the box and bottles out forgot to get the bottles out of the box. (I had one of those promptings about doing it myself, but there are stairs, and I didn't.)
This morning I found the lid of the box left off (there is wind!), one bottle of milk in the box, the three empties still in it, and two full bottles beside it. This looks like peevish teenage behaviour to me.
Thursday, I shall put out another note, apologising for not leaving the box empty today. I hope we can get to some sort of reasonable state without my having to threaten to end my account.
Thought about that after bringing the bottles in! Difficult to show them though as they aren't doing email at the moment, only snail and phone. I have a feeling that paper is a bit too serious for this issue.
TICTH the partner of a good friend of Daughter-Unit. He wanted them to have a baby, so after being together for two or three years, she had an adorable redheaded boy in December. Now her partner wants her to move out and says she and the baby are too stressful for him. My heart is broken for her and I want to kick him in the caboose. And grab his ear and 'splain things to him. And other less gentle things to let him know how displeased I am with his immature, narcissistic ways.
Strangely, I have just been recalling an item which would suit the situation perfectly. A round stone about four inches across, with a hole drilled through the centre, found on a field walk hereabouts, and initially described as a digging stick weight, but now a mace head. I'm thinking strung round his neck on a thong as long as his torso, so it bangs against him as he walks.
And the milkman has left the milk in the box and taken all the empties!
"Caboose"refers to someone's rear end, like the caboose car on a train. It's specifically the person's back, sitting-upon side. The other is the front side, which is where I implied I want to kick him.
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And your hairshirt, surely, with these low temps?
My Old Mum was always very pertickler about me wearing a warm woolly Vest in cold weather, though.
Then it was the sixties and those stretch nylon vest/pants combos in lurid colours/patterns.
Well, I'm negative by rapid test (so not completely infallible, but I'm going nowhere anyway). But the arm from the second shot has a big red splotch and hurts like crap. But hey, two more weeks and I'll be immune. And Mr. Lamb is considering the error of his ways--I don't think the danger really hit home until his swab turned up positive. Heh. Perennial optimist.
My mother was a great believer in the efficacy of vest-wearing to keep your kidneys warm.
She visited me not long after I went to university. I was reaching up to take my coffee jar from a high shelf, revealing a glimpse of bare flesh between jeans and sweatshirt when she said, in the hearing of my cool new university friends "Quine! You're not wearing a vest!"
Oh, the shame!!!
My Old Mum didn't seem to realise that, in the event of such a mishap, I might have other things to worry about...
And when you're young and trying to impress cool friends you never think that their mothers would probably say the same thing.
(I’m hearing my father, from the heavens, mutter about shopping on the Sabbath)
Of course, now I get an appointment (on the 1st of March) - I think I'll go anyway, as my hearing aids are still "on approval". Whether I'll be able to get my money back in the event of the NHS coming up with something better, I don't know.
It's just figuring out what to do with the car tho. And that is proving a real headache.
So yes! Screw the opposing force of serendipity.
In December the Veteran's Administration sent him to a neighborhood eye exam, which is what they do when their own doctors are absent or have no appointments available. So, we went, got his new eyeglass Rx, and went to the VA to order his glasses. When we got there, the person in charge of fitting glasses told us that the VA had cancelled the appointment, in spite of the fact that I had two reminders sent from them within the previous couple of days. The specialist recommended that we pick out some frames and measure the bifocal part so that when the VA would straighten out their mistake, the glasses would be ready to make!
Fast forward to January, Dad is having trouble reading, and we were going past the eye center where his exam took place. I suggested that we go in and pay for glasses. Dad said his old glasses were just fine. That scenario happened twice. So, after I have less access to him because he's in Assisted Living, he has been crying the blues that he can't read. Tuesday, I took him to the eye center, and he ordered both regular bifocals and readers. You know what happened next...Friday I had a message from VA saying that all the mistakes had been fixed, and they would be sending Dad his new glasses. :rolleyes:
But I am remembering my father’s Keep Sunday Special car sticker, which combined with his thundering Remember The Sabbath
Which happily recalls my wife's Danish great uncle Ole in Nebraska, who told us he was pleased when the minister enjoined the faithful to, "Remember the Sabbath and keep it, Ole!"
Sorry to hear the family is a challenge. I've had some students who were very relieved that COVID restrictions prevented family gatherings at Christmas. You are definitely not alone.
🤣 That's what I used to wish for every year when we stirred the Christmas pudding mixture. OK, I could cope wuth my papa, but the rest 😖
My daughter is starting to write her wedding guest list. I think "doesn't dislike any of them* but the combination is a challenge" sums it up pretty well.
*well, maybe one or two of them
I sympathise, and hope that what should be a happy day for your daughter @North East Quine will not turn out to be as traumatic as the Horror Stories one sometimes hears!
Just.........
We are. apparently, at war.
When he first started delivering last year, he would take the empties and leave the new milk in the polystyrene box, labelled with the name of the company, which I had bought for that purpose to protect it from the sun, possible bluetits with a race memory of cream in the gold top, and passing opportunist milk-nickers. I gave him a nice tip at Christmas, in an envelope, in the box. I assume he got it.
Recently, he has sometimes left the empties beside the box where they had been put to enable easy picking up. And then he started not putting the bottles in the box. A minor irritation in the scheme of things, first world problem and all that, but it means I have to go out and put them in the box to carry them upstairs instead of just picking the box up.
I waited for a while, snow etc., and last week rang the dairy to see if there were any instruction to milkmen not to put things in boxes because of sanitising, or similar reason. No, there isn't, and I was advised to use the form on the website to give instructions, so I went there, only to find I had given instrauctions earlier to put the box in the bin cupboard, but this had never been done. So I changed the instructions. No change in behaviour.
For last night I wrote a note. Unfortunately, the person who put the box and bottles out forgot to get the bottles out of the box. (I had one of those promptings about doing it myself, but there are stairs, and I didn't.)
This morning I found the lid of the box left off (there is wind!), one bottle of milk in the box, the three empties still in it, and two full bottles beside it. This looks like peevish teenage behaviour to me.
Thursday, I shall put out another note, apologising for not leaving the box empty today. I hope we can get to some sort of reasonable state without my having to threaten to end my account.
Sorry you're going through that! Would it be feasible for you to take a picture of what you're dealing with, and upload it to the dairy?
ETA: If he wants her and the baby to leave--during a pandemic!--I wonder if he plans to bring in a new "roommate"?
And the milkman has left the milk in the box and taken all the empties!
What an utter piece of shit - I hope D-U's friend can take him to the cleaners.
"Caboose"refers to someone's rear end, like the caboose car on a train. It's specifically the person's back, sitting-upon side. The other is the front side, which is where I implied I want to kick him.