Ugh, Monday. It may come as a surprise to some, but even bums take the weekends off. We non-workers of local union who-gives-a-crap sink even further into bone idle pursuits of gaming, vids and scratching come Saturday. You hard workers have no idea what you’re missing.
I’ve been curtailing my usual outdoor pursuits, anyway, because of insects.
Know what’s worse than seeing a Big Ass Banana Spider? NOT seeing her. She’s taken off, abandoning her little home. So… she’s out there somewhere. That’s like hearing “I’m calling from inside the house”.
Haven’t worked outside since.
I’d decided to like her, since there is a grave need for her tastes around here, what with the insects taking over! Last week when I opened the mailbox a wasp flew out. Startled, I wailed like a donkey on speed and simultaneously chucked the mail in the air. Bills and adverts were scattered all over the road.
Haven’t checked the box since.
Then there was the giant tree roach in my garden clog… cue some wild gyrations as I jerked my foot out and proceeded to beat the little bastard to pieces with the same shoe in which he’d taken refuge… screaming the entire time, of course. If his little head had been identifiable I might have propped it up on a toothpick as a warning to the others.
Haven’t worn those clogs since.
The insects appear to be stifling my normal routine, but since we’re well into the hottest part of the year, I’ll let them slide until October or so… and spend my summer in the air conditioning…
UPDATING to add my birthday present from Mike. Seems an appropriate place…
It’s not my birthday yet, but he surprised me with a brand new rolling tractor doohickey for working out in the yard!
He’s a very thoughtful man, my husband; he remembered that I wanted one of these years ago… and he put it together for me!
It’s built by Midwest right here in the U.S. and I’m thrilled with it. Thanks, honey; I love you!
I love the picture… and what a great husband. I love the wheeled chair for the yard. I could use one of those!!
It’s great; the front wheels turn and the seat goes up and down… and I totally agree with you about Mike!
It needs a motor so you can drive it to and from bars!
Jana, after ‘thank you’ that was the first thing out of my mouth!
Happy Birthday (early). I’ve given up on the outdoors. It’s miserably hot by 8am and then you get eaten alive by the mosquitoes.
Thanks; it’s the 4th but I’m accept gifts no matter what day it is, which Mike knows well.
Horrible year for mosquitoes… and when I go out with the dogs I run back inside, sneezing and itching. Not worth it right now…
Yep and now I have mystery welts on my left hip. We think it’s heat rash but we’re not sure.
that sounds like conk rash – some of my shipmates came down with it when I lived down there – I think the pecker checkers (Corpsman “s” is silent)had to give them some special stuff they made up -
OMG!
Folly’s not gonna forgive you for that one!!
Nice present!
Happy birthday when it comes.
Conch rash? Sounds like bullshit!
Thanks, and yep, he was laughing as he posted his comment. Must have been in a devilish mood, because he usually knows better than to come between a girl and her rash…
Conch rash? It’s on my hip not my butt.
He said “well, couldn’t let a good crisis go to waste” as if he’s a democrat!
Well, I stay inside most of the time, year round. I used to spend ass much time as possible outdoors but those days and the are long gone. What with the skin cancers (I’m in the middle of another round of scraping and cutting) and the sciatica I miss the heat, and the cold and the twenty minutes of nice weather we get a year.
Oh well, I’m re-reading Robert Heinlein and spending a lot of time on http://www.nakedchubbygirls.org. Gotta go vote today, though.
Happy Runoff!
Another member of the barnacle club here… I use sunscreen but hear that it’s bad for you, too… don’t know what to do anymore… long sleeves, gloves and a straw hat?
Stay in from ten AM to two PM and then don’t worry about it. It takes some fifty years for most skin cancers to develop. So the sun I got today, going from car to places, mostly, will give me problems when I’m a hundred and thirty-five years old. So I’ll worry about it then. If I can remember to worry. Seein’ as how my momma died from complications of Alzheimer Disease, I prolly won’t be remembering much at that age.
It was 95 degrees out there at 2:00pm…! I don’t think so…!
Don’t know why I worry about stuff; I have no control over anything, anyhow…
Uh, I’m 45 and had skin cancer lesions removed last year. I’m not even a sun worshiper.
Had my first one removed at 35! Right on the top of my nose… Probably from being burnt so often when young…
Well, nobody said you HAVE to go out in the 95 degree two PM. It’s just that that is the most dangerous time. Schedule your outside stuff before ten AM and then go in for inside stuff until about four PM. Then it’s prepare for suppertime. Then some more Pamibe time and then a little (or maybe a lot) of “Mike time”. And you’ll both be smiling when you’re 92.
That sounds really good… hope we’re all smiling at 92…
That is a awesome doohicky!
Works really well, too!