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Post by Lola m on Feb 8, 2011 20:18:27 GMT -5
Dentist for a teeth cleaning. Hair cut. Working on church women's retreat brochure. My sister is the featured speaker so another sister is coming. Coolio! Very cool. The sister meet-up, hair cut and teeth cleaning, too! Indeed! A meeting of the Sue-sisters and speaking too! Very coolio!
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Post by Lola m on Feb 8, 2011 20:22:55 GMT -5
I have painted fabric. And now I'm going to finish my decaf misto and then clean off the kitchen table so I can eat lunch. Pretty!
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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on Feb 8, 2011 20:29:38 GMT -5
I have painted fabric. And now I'm going to finish my decaf misto and then clean off the kitchen table so I can eat lunch. Interesting process. Very vibrant colors, too. Here it is dry: Later the same dayThe paint kept on spreading while it dried, and the colors are a bit less vibrant. But the silver paint is still shiny, although it doesn't show in the photo. I'm happy with the results.
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Post by Lola m on Feb 8, 2011 20:30:09 GMT -5
So, I'm going to be in Missouri for several weeks in the spring. Anybody nearby? Just paddle on up the Mississippi and come see me! ;D Whatcha doin' in Missouri, hey?
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Post by Lola m on Feb 8, 2011 20:32:43 GMT -5
Today's Google homepage is interactive. There is a lever to control the submarine you are riding in. In honor of Jules Verne. www.google.com/The coolest thing is that it gets darker the further down you go until all the animals are glowing. Isn't it cool? So many cool things to discover! I love moving up and down, side to side, finding new animals and plants and divers.
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Post by Lola m on Feb 8, 2011 20:36:20 GMT -5
I went to college and now I'm home again. There wasn't a severe weather warning when I went out, but then there was BIG WIND and that thing where you're walking but not going anywhere a little and that other thing where I was really glad I wasn't on the double decker bus cause the short bus kept acting like it got punched in the side. And then I checked the weather warnings and it says severe gales. Wow, I had not noticed. Gales! Eeep! Gales are not good to walk in, no.
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Feb 8, 2011 20:41:04 GMT -5
So, Sam showed up and we got the garden double bench/trellis thingie about two-thirds done, which I had not been planning on doing. I am pretty much tapped out, but my hair needs washed way more than it did to begin with.
Julia, so very very tired and dirty, dirty, grubby dirt dirt.
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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on Feb 8, 2011 20:44:09 GMT -5
So, Sam showed up and we got the garden double bench/trellis thingie about two-thirds done, which I had not been planning on doing. I am pretty much tapped out, but my hair needs washed way more than it did to beging with. Julia, so very very tired and dirty, dirty, grubby dirt dirt. and good on you!
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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on Feb 8, 2011 20:53:06 GMT -5
This afternoon was... interesting. *Whimper* I had to advise and comfort my mother; she's working herself into a state because she thinks she ought to be clearing out my dad's dresser so she can move her clothes from the spare room into it so the caregivers can use one of the drawers (they have a bed set up in there). She said she's been having dreams where he comes back and can't find his clothing because it's all been given away. She's actually given quite a lot of it away, just not the stuff in his little dresser in their bedroom. I remember distinctly that we cleared the bottom drawer of the spare room dresser out over a year ago; it was full of shells and rocks and stuff like that. I don't think anything's gone into it since, so there's no need to deal with my dad's clothing until she's good and ready. I just kept telling her that she didn't need to rush, and that I thought there was an empty drawer already, over, and over, and over... Then she said she was thinking of working on the bookshelf in their bedroom, which is crammed full of stuff they were going to read and give back to the Friends of the Library anyway. She thought she could move some of her books into it, so she could reach them more easily. I said that sounded like a good idea, and she should do that instead of worrying about the dresser. I said it several times... She's having a sad week anyway; an old friend of theirs called with the news that another old friend had died, and my mom had to comfort him because he was in the hospital and couldn't go to the funeral. These are all people the Aged Ps met before they were even married, so they go back a very long time. I'm worn out worrying about her, and it's never going to get any easier. Then Paul and I walked to the farmers' market up at the shopping center, which at least helped clear my head a little.
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Post by SpringSummers on Feb 8, 2011 21:17:43 GMT -5
So, I'm going to be in Missouri for several weeks in the spring. Anybody nearby? Just paddle on up the Mississippi and come see me! ;D Whatcha doin' in Missouri, hey? Hey, Erin! I am a mere 500 miles or so from Missouri! Stop on by.
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Post by SpringSummers on Feb 8, 2011 21:20:41 GMT -5
Very cute. Those pesky cubs can be really hard to get off your head.
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Post by Spaced Out Looney on Feb 8, 2011 22:18:06 GMT -5
Just paddle on up the Mississippi and come see me! ;D Whatcha doin' in Missouri, hey? Hey, Erin! I am a mere 500 miles or so from Missouri! Stop on by.
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Post by S'ewing S'cubie on Feb 9, 2011 7:29:29 GMT -5
This afternoon was... interesting. *Whimper* I had to advise and comfort my mother; she's working herself into a state because she thinks she ought to be clearing out my dad's dresser so she can move her clothes from the spare room into it so the caregivers can use one of the drawers (they have a bed set up in there). She said she's been having dreams where he comes back and can't find his clothing because it's all been given away. She's actually given quite a lot of it away, just not the stuff in his little dresser in their bedroom. I remember distinctly that we cleared the bottom drawer of the spare room dresser out over a year ago; it was full of shells and rocks and stuff like that. I don't think anything's gone into it since, so there's no need to deal with my dad's clothing until she's good and ready. I just kept telling her that she didn't need to rush, and that I thought there was an empty drawer already, over, and over, and over... Then she said she was thinking of working on the bookshelf in their bedroom, which is crammed full of stuff they were going to read and give back to the Friends of the Library anyway. She thought she could move some of her books into it, so she could reach them more easily. I said that sounded like a good idea, and she should do that instead of worrying about the dresser. I said it several times... She's having a sad week anyway; an old friend of theirs called with the news that another old friend had died, and my mom had to comfort him because he was in the hospital and couldn't go to the funeral. These are all people the Aged Ps met before they were even married, so they go back a very long time. I'm worn out worrying about her, and it's never going to get any easier. Then Paul and I walked to the farmers' market up at the shopping center, which at least helped clear my head a little. No, it doesn't. Had a call from the Aged Father. He's willing to talk about his problems with my son, but to me he's "just fine, thanks". This is exactly why I grow increasingly cool to him. Where you're overburdened, I'm treated like the slightly retarded relative every likes but is slightly ashamed of. I suppose I ought to suck it up and let Colin handle everything. The Old Man isn't going to change and neither am I.
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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on Feb 9, 2011 10:47:40 GMT -5
This afternoon was... interesting. *Whimper* I had to advise and comfort my mother; she's working herself into a state because she thinks she ought to be clearing out my dad's dresser so she can move her clothes from the spare room into it so the caregivers can use one of the drawers (they have a bed set up in there). She said she's been having dreams where he comes back and can't find his clothing because it's all been given away. She's actually given quite a lot of it away, just not the stuff in his little dresser in their bedroom. I remember distinctly that we cleared the bottom drawer of the spare room dresser out over a year ago; it was full of shells and rocks and stuff like that. I don't think anything's gone into it since, so there's no need to deal with my dad's clothing until she's good and ready. I just kept telling her that she didn't need to rush, and that I thought there was an empty drawer already, over, and over, and over... Then she said she was thinking of working on the bookshelf in their bedroom, which is crammed full of stuff they were going to read and give back to the Friends of the Library anyway. She thought she could move some of her books into it, so she could reach them more easily. I said that sounded like a good idea, and she should do that instead of worrying about the dresser. I said it several times... She's having a sad week anyway; an old friend of theirs called with the news that another old friend had died, and my mom had to comfort him because he was in the hospital and couldn't go to the funeral. These are all people the Aged Ps met before they were even married, so they go back a very long time. I'm worn out worrying about her, and it's never going to get any easier. Then Paul and I walked to the farmers' market up at the shopping center, which at least helped clear my head a little. No, it doesn't. Had a call from the Aged Father. He's willing to talk about his problems with my son, but to me he's "just fine, thanks". This is exactly why I grow increasingly cool to him. Where you're overburdened, I'm treated like the slightly retarded relative every likes but is slightly ashamed of. I suppose I ought to suck it up and let Colin handle everything. The Old Man isn't going to change and neither am I. We just can't win. My dad kept telling me (and everybody else) that everything was "just fine". It wasn't.
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Feb 9, 2011 11:32:05 GMT -5
Well, I can't tell you how happy I am not to have to do what I did yesterday again today. For one thing, we're down to the last twenty or so bolts, but for another Sam's got today planned and it (rightly) involves hanging out with his girl and some degree of relaxation.
Me, I have approximately eighty-leven loads of laundry and possibly a series of short naps.
Julia, but first, breakfast!
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