Posted on 03/24/2020 9:36:36 AM PDT by Rebelbase
A kid who licked toilets as part of the #CoronaVirusChallenge says he's now in the hospital with coronavirus. @gayshawnmendes was also just suspended from twitter
Whiney, clingy Frank. A perfect houseguest. Who woulda thunk it? I was amazed at the growth of him! But his face hasn’t changed much since I last saw him, really.
There is something to be said for large families. :o]
When a guest, Frank eats what’s put in front of him, sleeps wherever he’s told, participates in whatever activity is underway, and will even do manual labor.
See, My kids were like that, when they were guests, but raging terrors at home. Well, that’s not true, but I always looked at people like they were crazy when they told me my “children are so well behaved!”
A little courtesy and politeness at home goes a long way at the neighbors.
Now THAT is a true Ball O’ Fluff!
Good morning.
Last night was mostly a good night, with one episode of wakefulness, but instead of playing mahjong, I read part of a chapter of a good book. It worked! Less than an hour later, I was back to sleep, so maybe I’ll put the mahjong down for a while and go back to reading. It’s something I’ve done since childhood, so if it ain’t broke, I won’t try to fix it. :o]
I’m glad you had a good night. My usual kitten website was down this morning, so I went further afield looking for the cutest thing.
Vlad is up, but no other youths. I’m going to have some breakfast and then go out for a walkabout.
I may or may not try to make bread today. It depends on the pain level after my next dose of morphine. The fact is, I want to smell it baking, so it may happen!
Gonzo began singing one of his little multi-note/sound songs yesterday, interspersed with tiny little cheeps. This is very good news for me, because it tells me, more than anything else, that he is coming out of his depression over Beaker. Camilla doesn’t have those little songs, and I don’t know if she doesn’t want to sing or just wants to be obnoxious. Maybe she’s still too young. That’s OK. She’s company for Gonzo.
I’m happy for Gonzo, poor little thing.
I’m back from a couple miles’ walkabout, and the next thing will be a Pat Driving Event. If I don’t come back, tell my family I want you to have the money in the box under my bathrobe.
I’m happy and relieved for Gonzo. He has worried me, poor little guy. I’ll have to take him in very soon to have his beak trimmed. It’s got an ugly curve to it, and I think it’s because he was sick for a while. (Not properly nourished, because he was off his feed.) I need to find out the cost, though.
Congratulations on your walkabout! As soon as I get a fitness tracker, I’ll join you. I lost another 1.3 lubs! *fist pump* I can imagine how much I will lose once I start walking, and I’m sure it will strengthen my lower back muscles and perhaps help to ease some of the lower back pain.
And, yes, I will tell your family for sure about the money. But it may be gone by the time they get around to asking me about it...
Cheated Death Again: The Turnpike Episode
Patrick went over 60 mph. It was a tiny exciting.
It will not occur to my family to look for the money in the box under my bathrobe. Currently, it’s my “Someday see the great castles of England” fund, but if Pat and I get on the wrong side of physics, you can have it all.
Oh, crikey! Not the Turnpike Episode!
Good for Patrick!
Well, perhaps it would be a good idea if that comment about the “Someday see the great castles of England” fund is put into a letter to me, should the need arise in the future. You never know what may lurk in the hearts of the bereaved. *shudder*
Good point. I’ll put it in writing!
The yoga practice that sent me to James’s bed for naptime is part of a “28-day challenge,” which gave me the idea to remind the other driving instructor that his share of the Pat Driving Challenge remains to be executed today. A martyred sigh was heard.
A loaf of bread is in the machine. It’s half wheat and half white flour, so this is an experiment.
Well, if the yoga practice is to make the other driving instructor a better person, then it should include responding in an adult manner to adult responsibilities. (Martyrs not allowed.)
Where yesterday was gloomy and gray, today is sunny and nice, heading for a high of 96°. Thursday is supposed to be back in the triple digits, but I believe the cooling will be quite rapid after Labor Day.
Then, maybe I can go in to the thrift store once or twice a month!! What fun! I need new-to-me clothes for my skinnier self! What fun!
Good luck on the bread. Yoga is all very well, but I don’t understand why one cannot do it in one of one’s other territories.
Oh, well. That’s life.
I just learned on NextDoor that there was a shooting at a house between here and the church. One guy died. Lots of law enforcement is going on. Comments said a “pool party” involving at least 200 people had been going on for a couple of days, and a shooting incident occurred in the driveway.
We’ll go to church by a different route.
Oh, dear. That is so sad. It just keeps spreading and getting worse, and people are getting tired of it. There are now unofficial “militias” springing up to protect neighborhoods.
It’s instigated by the Left to deter people from voting for a Republican.
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Please be safe! I hope you have CCWs!
*tagline*
The bread smells wonderful! I’ll give you the results after the taste test. It looks pretty good, too! :o])
We’re fine. Didn’t see anything coming back home, so I guess it’s cleared up.
And congrats on the bread!
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