#fil-med

[xurelle]

11:11

Simula talaga nang malaman ko na hindi lang sa shooting star ako pwedeng bumulong ng mga hiling, mas dumarami na yung mga nais kong mangyari o maranasan o makita dahil hindi ko na kailangan pang maghintay ng meteor shower para lang magdasal na sana ganto, sana ganyan.

Madami na kong naipon na 11:11 wishes. Minsan tungkol sa akin. Minsan tungkol sa reportings o exam o projects. Minsan tungkol sa mga taong may kahalagahan sa buhay ko. Minsan naman puro ikaw lang. 

Kulang nalang siguro pati sa pag-hihip ko sa kandila tuwing kaarawan o brownout dapat kitang ihiling. Okay lang naman. Hindi naman imposible lahat ng hinihiling ko. Hindi rin naman ito mabigat. Simpleng sana maayos ka lang sa tuwing hindi tayo nag-uusap. Sana naiisip mo rin ako. Sana inaalagaan mo sarili mo. Sana hindi na tayo mag-alinlangan kapag kinakamusta na'tin ang isa't isa.

Nag-aalala lang ako na baka sa sobrang dami ko nang nahiling tungkol sayo, hindi na 'ko pagbibigyan na magkatotoo ito. Pero sana matupad kahit isa lang sa mga paulit-ulit ko nang binibigkas sa mga kandila o sa bawat 11:11 ng orasan; sana alam mong makikinig ako kapag hindi natupad yung sana maayos ka lang.

[p-roses4u]

medyo nahiya ako nung sinabi mo sa'kin na nakikita mo lahat nang pinagsasasabi ko sayo sa anumang plataporma ng media kahit 'yun naman talaga ang intensyon ko; ang mapansin mo. lahat ng pangungulila at pangungulit na gusto kong sabihin o ipakita sayo, may nakatagong kagustuhan na sana makita mo. sana alam mong ganito yung epekto mo sa'kin. sana alam mong may taong hindi makatulog at parati kang ipinagdadasal.

palagi akong sinasabihan ng mama ko na dapat daw bilang babae ay marunong akong magpakipot. hindi raw pwede na babae yung naghahabol, nanliligaw, at naghihintay. dapat hindi ako ang unang magsusulat ng liham at magiging desperadang ibigay ito. pinalaki akong may respeto sa iba at sa sarili, pero mas malakas ang kagustuhan kong ipakita ang pagkagusto ko sa isang tao. kailanman ay hindi ako nahiyang umamin sa mga taong nagugustuhan ko. ako ang unang kumakausap, lumalapit, nagbibigay ng liham. dahil gusto kong malaman nila na may masayang makita sila araw-araw kahit pakiramdam nila ay ayaw sa kanila ng mundo.

pero minsan nahihiya rin ako. lalo na kapag alam kong mahihirapan akong bitawan lahat ng binigay ko. oras, tulog, at salita. kaya kahit tapos na lahat ng nangyari at nakakatulog na ako ng maayos, nakauslit pa rin sa mga libro at notebook ko lahat ng sinabi ko sayo.

[burning-sin]

Ang kawalan ng kapanatagan ay palaging ugat ng lahat ng kabiguan.

Sa kay tagal kong nakatapak dito sa mundong ito ay isa lang nais kong ipahiwatig—hindi lahat ng bagay ay umaayon sa iyo. Maaari itong maging sa anumang aspeto: ang iyong hinihintay na true love / ang pangarap mong trabaho na alam mong hindi ka mahihirapan / ang swerte na alam mong nakalaan sa iba ngunit patuloy ka pa ring umaasa na sana sa susunod na araw, sa susunod na linggo, sa susunod na buwan, ay maibigay rin sa iyo ang swerte na karapat-dapat sa iyo. Ngunit, wala namang masama sa mangarap, hindi ba?

Sa kay tagal kong nakatapak dito sa mundong ito ay ang tangi kong naririnig galing sa bibig nila ay ang mga pangungusap na sana ay hindi ko na lang nalaman—umabot sa puntong sana’y hindi nalang ako natutong makinig. Ang daming inaasahan. Kulang ng oras. Kung uulitin ko man ang aking buhay ay gagawin ko ang lahat ng aking makakaya upang makamit ang mga inaasahan nila galing sa akin. Subalit isang munting bata lang ako, naliligaw sa kung anong dapat sundin. Ako lamang si Valhayle. Nakakapagod. Nakakainip. Nakakawalang gana.

Valhayle, walang patutunguhan.

[stinkrascal]

its 67 degrees outside and im so fucking freezing i literally cant feel my fingers. i cant believe my dumbass wants to move to the north how will i ever survive in a place where it snows. i think i’ll just die

[vakariansmonocle]

the overstim is insane today actually

[braidlottie]

the yellowjackets taking care of you after your wisdom teeth removal

im getting my wisdom teeth out in 2 weeks but i am experiencing the teeniest amount of pain so im taking my mind off of it by writing this (^^)

LOTTIE

whether you’re emotional or just a straight up yapper, she’s always engaged in your conversation and trying to cheer you up/calm you down

you pass by a chick-fil-a on the way home and you beg lottie for a milkshake, but she tells you the doctor said you can’t have it immediately after surgery

and you’re very upset at this, probably ending up in another crying fit

“my sweet baby, i’ll get you a milkshake tomorrow, mkay? we don’t want to hurt your mouth even more.”

literally spoon feeds you soup at home because it’s the only thing you can eat 😭

SHAUNA

she leaves you in the bedroom to rest for a little bit, but you keep leaving to come and find her in the kitchen :(

holding you in her lap to ice your mouth because she knows you hate and you try to take the ice pack off any chance you get

she changes your gauze eventually and you make it SO hard for her 😭😭😭😭

“hey, hey. hold still. and stop touching your mouth, honey. i know you can’t feel your lips, honey- no, they’re not gone-”

she’s literally bribing you with treats and cuddles to behave

NAT

he would actually film you LMAO and send it to the yj gc when you’re conscious

he’s feeding into the silly things that you tell the doctor because you’re high as a kite 😭

forgot how to change your gauze the minute you got to the motel and had to call your doctor for a over the phone tutorial

“nooo, you can’t be eating from the vending machine right now. you want some ice cream from the corner store?”

scared to leave you unattended for so long so he runs down the street and buys the ice cream and by the time he comes back, you’re sprawled out sleeping on the bed 😭

TAISSA

she’s so bossy when it comes to your health and you actually kinda like it…

when she changes your gauze, you try to whine and pull away from her but she sit sits you right back up in her lap

sends you upstairs because she can tell the meds are making you sleepy

“you’re gonna go to sleep and rest, okay? take a little nap.”

she takes your phone because she doesn’t want you to be distracted or trying to fight sleep, but you ask her to stay with you until you fall asleep and of course she says yes :( she gives into you begging for her to turn on your favorite show too :3

VAN

van is the complete opposite of taissa here LMAO

making dad jokes and telling you about the strange plots of his favorite sandra bullock movies just to get your mind off the pain

chuckling at your groan when he tells you all his shitty jokes

“yeah, i was watching the news this morning, and you know the energizer bunny, right? well, he got arrested for battery…”

cooks you up a fresh can of campbells soup (he can’t cook it from scratch to save his life)

MISTY

she's there for you on hand and foot, getting you painkillers, more blankets, whatever you needed

you get so surprised when she brings in your favorite movies and makes your (she remembers all of your personal interests, even if they’re minor)

she will talk your ear off while you’re trying to rest from the anesthesia, but you don’t know how to ask her to stop 😭😭

“but caligula refrused to leave his cage today. but i think he’s just getting older and moodier- oh you’re trying to sleep? ᵃᵐ ᶦ ᵇᵉᶦⁿᵍ ᵗᵒᵒ ˡᵒᵘᵈ?”

she starts whispering instead, petting your head until you fall asleep in her lap

[triviasghost]

Incorrect Batfamily Quotes as things I've heard in psych treatment Pt. 2

Harley Quinn: It's therapy, not an argument.

Bruce: No, but I'll still win.

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Jason: I know it's addicting, but find something else to be addicted to.

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Jason: I eat at Chik-fil-a when I'm mad at my gay friends.

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Tim, after a 10 minute tangent: Did you guys know there's an Adderall shortage?

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Dick, on a stakeout: My lithium bladder won't last 3 hours.

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Steph: Hey, guys, if it were the 1920's, would we be in a mental asylum.

Everyone: Yes.

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Damian: I love cries of despair, I feast on sadness.

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Alfred: We're not playing anymore.

Jason: Aw, why not?

Alfred: Because you guys keep joking about suicide.

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Dick: Is it a trauma response?

Jason: Eh, that's what I tell people.

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Tim: I'm taking a detox from my meds.

[tiny-elf-of-doom]

Papas As Overrated Restaurants

*Disclaimer: I love 3 of the places listed and I understand why they’re so hyped. Don’t crucify me for putting your favorite restaurant here.

I've disappeared into the nether of dark times and needed something to distract me. Please enjoy these HCs and if you want more comparison posts, let me know via likes or comments! Doing these kinds of posts is fun, especially reading the comments and reblogs. Seeing the interaction literally makes my day.

Papa Nihil - Raising Cane's

This man gets on my fucking nerves and so do people who claim that “Raising Cane’s has the best chicken.” You have a beautiful assortment of places like KFC, Popeyes, and Jolibees, but no. Nihil can’t appreciate nice things like a sweet n’ spicy wing combo OR a gorgeous, psychotic blond. Nah, brother, you get so lost in the sauce, where’s the chicken? Where’s Imperator? She left.

Papa Emeritus I - Panera Bread

Okay, don’t get me wrong, brother is a classic goth grandpa out of his robes and I live for it. However, sitting in a Panera to drink coffee and read an occult novel is retirement spent doing the most basic shit. He’d order that basic shit too: can I get a bowl of broccoli cheddar soup with a baguette? Not until you take your blood pressure meds like the rest of the Panera population.

Papa Emeritus II - Chick-Fil-A

He’s a dick - we know this. He'll order inside just to scare the Christian white women after their Bible book club. He sits in the middle of the dining area and prays to Satan loud enough to be heard by everyone, even by the children in the filthy playground tunnels. Then, he leaves half of the food behind because fuck homophobes, he's got rituals to commence and dicks to suck.

Papa Emeritus III - Starbucks

"Si, I'll take a venti caramel crunch frappuccino with extra caramel drizzle, extra whip, extra ice, extra cinnamon dolce top, 7 pumps of the dark caramel sauce, 1 pump of the honey blend, 5 pumps frappuccino roast coffee, 7 add frappuccino chips, heavy cream, and double blended - I can fucking tell if you didn't double blend."

Papa Emeritus IV - Chipotle

Poor man tries to be hip and trendy, but his success rate isn't incredibly high. He always gets overwhelmed standing in that damn line trying to figure out what he wants. Most of the time, he will look up a TikTok suggestion video on what to get at Chipotle because decision-making hurts his rat brain. Copia will eat what he is given, however, he won't be able to tell what's in it half of the time.

[footballffbarbiex]

I think it very much depends where you go - there is such little resemblance between the people of the coastal north east (New York, Boston etc) and those of the Deep South they might as well be separate countries.

I lived in Georgia for a while as my Dad was working in Atlanta; the older generations are still fighting the Civil War and once you get out of the city the casual and overt racism is astonishing. Remember over 70% of Americans don’t hold passports!

The West Coast is very laid back but again Seattle is different to California.

As the other poster said, the size of everything. Cars, cities, roads, just everything. The speed limit is 55mph on freeways which feels like walking compared to driving on a motorway over here.

Americans don’t walk. They drive. EVERYWHERE. Unless they’re hiking in nature, but they’d drive there first. Nothing is set up for people to walk to - schools, shops, everything has a parking lot.

You can turn right on a red traffic light.

I'll be in the south near Georgia! So at least you'll have an idea of what that kind of area is like. yeah I'm not looking forward to hearing and seeing some of the things while I'm out there so I'm fully prepared to be disappointed and angered in some form. I'm surprised to hear that such a high percentage doesn't hold passports though!

I remember mum saying that when she went last time, they were driving for 15 minutes and were still technically on the same street. she said walking is pretty much out of the question and it's a case of taking Ubers everywhere. whereas I cannot drive and I walk everywhere so this is going to be such a hard thing to adjust to!

you can turn right on a red light??? well this makes me panic a little 😂 I guess I'll have to remember my antidepressant and anxiety meds because I'll be on one then!

a friend said I need to try panda express and chick-fil-a (specifically, their sauces)

[gravitytrips]

part two yippee

It had been several days since Sniper had lost his mind and killed Scout. The team had to drag him away from the scene, Sniper kicking and crying the whole time. They locket him in a storage closet. Sniper did not have any more signs of insanity. He only cried.

Medic had been working around the clock, not even attending Scout’s funeral. He knew he could do it. He knew he could bring Scout back. He just had to work harder. He just needed…. Engineer.

The Engineer was sitting at the kitchen table and reading the newspaper when Medic skidded into the room. The doctor looked like a ghost. There were deep, dark bags under his eyes. He was pale as a sheet.

Medic grabbed Engineer by the shoulders, babbling something incoherent. Engineer only picked up the words ‘build’, ‘machine’, and ‘respawn’. Engineer understood. He and Medic had been working on a “Respawn Machine” for several years. Now, it was time to put it into action.

Demoman watched Engineer and Medic disappear into the basement. Demo was rather sober that day, so he found himself wondering what they were doing.

Demo glanced over to the couch. Spy was laid across it, ruffled. His mask was halfway off his face, leaving a scraggly stubble visible. Spy had not stopped grieving the death of his son. Spy was filthy, his suit, usually pressed crisp, was crumpled up. Spy hadn’t eaten since the burial. He barely drank anything. If Demo didn’t know any better, he would say that Spy would never recover.

Medic and Engineer finally emerged from the basement in the early hours of the morning. They had nothing on them but grease and Medic’s healing liquid. They went directly outside.

Heavy had woken up in the middle of the night, craving a late night snack. Heavy was standing in the dim light of the refrigerator when he saw Medic and Engineer carting the decomposing body of Scout into the house. He did not say anything.

The team was woken up at first light to the sound of excited whoops coming from the basement. The team rushed downstairs into the basement, curious to see what they would find. Spy stumbled down the stairs last.

When Spy finally reached the base of the stairs, the most beautiful sight he had ever seen greeted his eyes. The team was surrounding the now living body of Scout. Medic and Engineer were unsuccessfully trying to keep the team from surrounding the boy.

They parted like the Red Sea when Spy stepped forward. Scout was unconscious, his body still recuperating from being dead for several days. Spy practically fell onto his son, sobbing. 

“Mon fils, mon fils, il est vivant!”

Med and Engineer sat on the floor, clinked imaginary glasses, and were out immediately. Heavy gently picked up Scout and brought him upstairs. Demo released Sniper from the closet.

From that day forward, death no longer had much meaning. It would be many years until Spy ever cried again.

@aerowolf

[xurelle]

sana huli na 'to (hindi pa rin)

Nakakarami ka na talaga. Pambihira, hindi ka ba nagsasawa na pigain yung utak at kaluluwa ko ng mga salitang gusto mong marinig? Parang tatlong taon mo na 'kong hindi pinapagpahinga sa rami ng beses mong binihag 'tong nakakaawa kong puso.

Maawa ka naman. Kahit isang segundo, minuto, o oras lang. Patigilin mo muna akong mahalin ka. Kasi minsan napapaisip na lang ako na baka ang tanging rason kung bakit binigyan ako ng hininga ni Bathala ay para ibigan ka.

Tignan mo, kung anu-ano na nasasabi ko. Alam ko namang hindi 'yan ang dahilan kung ba't ako binuhay ng mga magulang ko. Hindi 'lang'. Kasi kung may iba pang rason, ito siguro'y pagsisihan ka.

Ang dami ko nang naibuhos sa'yo, sana marunong kang lumangoy at hindi nalulunod sa balde-baldeng inalay ko sa'yo. Sana pala binigyan kita ng tsunami warning noon pa man.

Pero andito na tayo. Tatlong taon ka nang binabaha.

Natatawa na lang ako sa sitwasyon nating dalawa. Ikaw, andyan lang at nakatunganga, habang ako matitigan ka lang parang magkakasakit sa puso na.

Ang unfair din minsan.

Kaya siguro bukod sa tatlong taon na kitang minamahal, tatlong taon ko na ring kwinekwestyun ang sarili ko kung bakit.

Pero ang totoong pagmamahal hindi dapat nagbubunga ng duda. Dapat puro kabutihan lang. Dapat puro acceptance ng mga mali. Dapat mamahalin mo pa rin kahit anuman ang mangyari.

Pero parang hindi na 'yun pag-ibig, 'no?

Katangahan na.

Katangahan kung alam mong wala nang patutunguhan yung napakarami mong unsent messages, drafts, at libo-libong tanong na hindi mo kayang masabi sa kanya.

Pero hindi, eh. Ako, ang dami ko nang nasabi sayo. Dami ko nang natanong. Dami ko nang sinend.

Ano ba 'tong pinasok ko?

Pagmamahal ba 'to o katangahan?

Hindi ko na alam.

Basta sana huli na 'to. Huli na 'tong pagsisisi na marunong akong magmahal nang tama at tangang paraan.

[p-roses4u]

simula talaga nang malaman ko na hindi lang sa shooting star ako pwedeng bumulong ng mga hiling, mas dumarami na yung mga nais kong mangyari o maranasan o makita dahil hindi ko na kailangan pang maghintay ng meteor shower para lang magdasal na sana ganto, sana ganyan.

madami na kong naipon na 11:11 wishes. minsan tungkol sa akin. minsan tungkol sa reportings o exam o projects. minsan tungkol sa mga taong may kahalagahan sa buhay ko. minsan naman puro ikaw lang. kulang nalang siguro pati sa pag-hihip ko sa kandila tuwing kaarawan o brownout dapat kitang ihiling. okay lang naman. hindi naman imposible lahat ng hinihiling ko. hindi rin naman ito mabigat. simpleng sana maayos ka lang sa tuwing hindi tayo nag-uusap. sana naiisip mo rin ako. sana inaalagaan mo sarili mo. sana hindi na tayo mag-alinlangan kapag kinakamusta na'tin ang isa't isa.

nag-aalala lang ako na baka sa sobrang dami ko nang nahiling tungkol sayo, hindi na 'ko pagbibigyan na magkatotoo ito. pero sana matupad kahit isa lang sa mga paulit-ulit ko nang binibigkas sa mga kandila o sa bawat 11:11 ng orasan; sana alam mong makikinig ako kapag hindi natupad yung sana maayos ka lang.

[quarantineddreamer]

I think a natural consequence of being chronically ill/immunocompromised is becoming more…germ opposed. (Im not gonna say hypochondriac but I mean yeah, I guess that).

Anyways I hate how it forces me to constantly be on my toes about getting sick and how in turn…I get perceived/treated like I’m overreacting and ruining things (example; visiting family rn and I can hear my father in law hacking up a lung and now I’m sitting here like..fuuuuck I don’t wanna leave the room! I don’t wanna get sick! I just started a new med, I’m in as little pain as I have been in nearly two months and I’ve worked so hard to get here and i don’t want to get sick)

But my FIL is also the type of guy who will be weird about me feeling this way (uncomfortable/anxious). Plus there is supposed to be a gathering at the house tonight where he has invited a friend who he’s proclaimed multiple times to be anti-vax 🙃

Anyways why am I writing all this out? Who tf knows I can’t exactly talk about it freely rn and do don’t want it to live in my brain where it’s gnawing at me from the inside out

[transparentgentlemenmarker]

Thomas Fabius

C’est une enfance dans un milieu très aisé, il est le premier résidu d’éjaculat de Laurent Fabius, et le petit-fils de l’antiquaire véreux Élie Fabius. C’est un parcours de privilégié, collège Henri IV, Lycée Montaigne, classe préparatoire privée pour HEC qu’il ne termine pas. C’est le kéké de plage, il sera ainsi prof de tennis au Club Med de Gregolimano en Grèce. Pistonné par son petit papa entre deux saignées d’hémophiles, il entre chez Accor, le groupe hôtelier. C’est l’hôtelier de luxe, de 2002 à 2003, il bosse au Novotel de Bagnolet, où il met en place une méthode de yield management qui consiste à faire payer plus en fonction de la demande. Il devient directeur adjoint de l’hôtel avant de partir, selon sa hiérarchie, il n’a pas laissé « le souvenir d’un grand bosseur ». C’est l’entrepreneur véreux, il cofonde People and baby, une boîte de crèches privées pour les entreprises, au bout de 18 mois ses associés l’évincent pour son comportement imbuvable et ses escroqueries. C’est le conseiller foireux, après avoir tenté de mettre en place un système de paiement frauduleux auprès d’Unipay’s il est entendu par la police et sera condamné pour abus de confiance. C’est aussi la fraude, ne déclarant aucun revenu, il s’achètera pour 7 millions d’euros un appartement de 285 mètres2. Tracfin pointera du doigt la transaction après des mouvements inhabituels. Il s’en tire en arguant qu’il a acheté cet appartement avec ses « économies » et un emprunt d’usure. C’est la petite racaille de la jeunesse dorée, ainsi en 2014, au volant de son Audi cabriolet dernier cri, il force un barrage. Arrêté par la BAC il arguera qu’il est le fils du ministre des Affaires Étrangères, il ressortira libre, sans garde à vue et notre petit con de 34 ans s’en tirera avec une bonne volée de son père. C’est le parvenu, pas de sobriété dans une maison bretonne, Thomas aime ce qui brille et Las Vegas c’est son crédo, amateur de roulette, il gagnera beaucoup et perdra aussi beaucoup. Accroc, il sera interdit de Casino en France à sa demande. C’est les passes droit, ainsi il bénéficiera d’un effacement d’une dette de jeu par la Société des bains de mer pour 700 000€. C’est aussi le fugitif, sous le coup d’un mandat d’arrêt aux États-Unis, il est effectivement accusé d’avoir émis des chèques sans provision de façon consciente après avoir perdu 3,5 millions d’euros dans trois hôtels de Las Vegas. Encourant 10 ans de prison en Amérique, il « ne juge pas utile de s’y rendre à nouveau ». C’est l’escroc, il sera mis en examen en France pour une arnaque similaire dans un casino marocain pour un montant de 200 000€. Il sera condamné en 2019 à 75 000 d’amende. C’est le parfait exemple de ce que la République vous offre, quand vous ne devez pas payer pour les parasites qui vous gouvernent, vous devez supporter les frasques de leurs progénitures. À 42 ans Thomas est toujours un petit con.

[littleharpethcrossfit]

Saturday, 31 August, 2024

Class is at 0930 AM.

Pray for rain. We need it.

Warmup To Be Determined

A Birthday WOD

Partners Share, 1 Working At A Time

Can Be Done In Any Order

Row / Ski 1944m

80 Box Jumps.....(24/20)

80 Push-Ups

80 Med-Ball Sit-Ups.....(20/14)

80 Double-Under's

80 Pull-Ups

80 KBS.....(53/35)

80 Push Press.....(95/75/55)

80 Squats

Sue=43:20 (all) Warren A=45:22 (all) Herb=52:52 (all) Angel/Shannon=29:10 Robert/Tim=30:12 Dana/Esther=31:46 Paul=32:05 Bernie/Armando=33:09 Joe=33:12 Sandy/Cherrita=35:30 Rodney/Tom=41:20 Maddi/Sam/Nathan/Aiden/Below Average Dave/Far Above Average Ryan/Louis/CeCe/Alicia/Kayla/Linda/Tony/Diane/and several others who didn't post.

Notes:

A birthday celebration followed for yours truly. Alicia made me blow out candles and the traditional birthday song was sung. There was mucho food and snacks and Tom brought bubbly Champagne. I didn't taste everything, but I particularly enjoyed the home-made Bread on its home-made bread board & tomato salad (all by Sandy), quiche (Alicia), Breakfast casserole (Shannon). There was Chic fil A stuff, watermelon, pineapple, donuts, and many other items that I didn't make it to taste.

There were many birthday gifts, including several books, an orchid, and many cards that I hope have money or gift cards inside.

Sweet Maddi made her last visit. She is driving to NorCal tomorrow pulling a trailer. She is too adventuresome for her own good. I pray she doesn't pick up many hitch-hikers. It's probably only a tease, but she might visit briefly in October.

Tony and Diane came for a visit and a stroll in the Park. Oddly, Tony and I are currently and simultaneously being treated for essentially the same disease, at the same hospital, and by the same Surgeon. We went thru the surgery department only 1 day apart. This probably a HIPPA violation for one or both of us.

Average Dave dared to visit and bring his Above Average Wife Ryan. There was quiet boy-talk on the periphery of the group as all were in wonderment as to Average Daves' attributes and blind luck. CeCe also attended, as did her Brother Louis who was measured and is taller than Dad.

Sunday at 1 PM.

[rosen-dovecote]

"Our grocery bill should go down now that we're not cooking for my FIL too now" I say, only to still wind up with a $150 bill again the next week 😭 To be fair, though, the Dog needed food, and we were out of our sleep meds and that stuff is expensive.