It wasn’t until late in the day yesterday that I realized it was my 25th Hash Analversary, if you ignore the fact that I took a seven year hiatus after my big cycling wreck in 2011, and the two year run I am currently on.
Apparently toilet rugs are still a thing, at least according to the Target ad I was sent in email yesterday. I suppose that I just didn’t look in the right place when I was there last week.
I watched another “I’ve Got a Secret” episode yesterday, this one had Cy Young as one of the guests. Young’s appearance on the show led me to read his Wikipedia page. Did you know that Cy Young, winner of 511 games, and for whom the award for the best pitcher in each league is named, was not inducted to the Hall of Fame on his first ballot, and when inducted only received 76% of the votes as positives.
Wordle: three, my starter was RUGBY
Connections: perfect, Yellow > Purple > Blue > Green
Wordle in 6!! It really shouldn’t have taken that long.
We spent yesterday afternoon at a friends pool- that is, between rain showers. Cooked burgers and brats, an appropriate way to spend the holiday.
Shoveling out the email and wondering what happened while I was out.
-FP
Sounds like fun. I’ve come to realize that I no longer live a life which includes hanging out with others on holidays.
Good times this weekend! A friend got married in Pisgah and a bunch of us went up for the after party. I stayed at casa Karnes and got 2 motorcycle rides in with John, fun times exploring up there with a motor. Drove home early Monday morning to have breakfast with the in-laws. I left Brevard at 6:30 AM and skirted the front edge of the big storm for most of the way, once I got to I-985 and I-85 merge the bottom dropped out and I could barely see the road. Fun times.
Time to start (over)packing for BRAG. Looking forward to a full week of bikes and beers.
Connor’s wedding looked pretty cool from the pictures.
The wedding itself was chaos, storm blew in so it was cold, rainy, and lightening crashing. But just like their approach to life, embrace that shit and keep moving forward.
I started BRAG packing yesterday, making some difficult decisions along the way.
I’m at the Waschsalon washing all my clothes ahead of a few weeks of chaos.
Packing early is dangerous for me as I just keep adding shit that I will most likely not need. I keep trying to trim it down but will definitely have some things that never make it out of the bag 🙂
busy enough weekend here –
spent a lot of time at the care center with mom, so Tom could get a break.
We need to wean ourselves off being there all the time, as I’m leaving Thursday early morning & Tom will have double duty keeping up with Dad too.
We do have the Right at Home people scheduled 11-7 every day with Dad.
I’m coming back up here Monday night 6/3 – & Allan is coming back with me for a week or so.
(its more for the company for me & to give Tom a little break here & there)
We have found mom gets much better attention since we are there all the time.
Today there is supposed to be a “meeting” with the docs, PT, OT & whoever else to see what they are thinking about the future.
It all sounds so familiar, though you are doing a better job than I did. Kudos to you!
Hang tough, Barb. You’re doing all you can.
Given BRAG starts next Sunday I guess that I won’t be as thin as I wished to be. Whoops!
Getting my last training ride tonight.
Dad keeps getting up early – he used to sleep until at least 10am – not sure what to do about this – the 11am start time was going to be sinple enough – but now – not too sure
Was he sleeping in because of mom? Maybe ask him and see if he want the aide early?
good question – we can’t figure it out.
ask him – you are funny (he has no idea much of what is going on anymore unfortunately)
Tom has a plan to get back here by 8:30-9 in the mornings – just in case
Trying to use the urgency that I leave for BRAG on Friday, and have guests Wednesday and Thursday night to get me motivated to pack now.
Also, really wish my hip wasn’t still a bother. I will have to figure out a time between BRAG and RAGBRAI for medical inspection.
doctors are guessing at a 6/6 release date for mom – we will see…..
at least Allan will be here to help with everything that week
Your mother isn’t nearly as cantankerous as mine was. She didn’t want to spend a single night in a hospital or rehab, and would check herself out as quickly as possible.
Clearly, you come by it naturally!
Oh, I’ve never denied that I wasn’t a crank.
well – if the dementia wasn’t there – she would want to get out much more. She just doesn’t understand what’s going on.