They're pronounced "Gimmies."“Is that one o’ them animated Jimmies?”
-Patrick
They're pronounced "Gimmies."“Is that one o’ them animated Jimmies?”
-Patrick
Hey, if you want yet another unhealthy habit, there's always FF14.I need to find something to do with myself. I just spent the last half hour listening to instrumental metal and reading debates about how tall Warhammer 40K Primarchs are.
I'm putting in an offer on a houseMade an appointment to talk to a realtor
And at such a wonderful time in history, too.I'm putting in an offer on a house
Quiet, youAnd at such a wonderful time in history, too.
--Patrick
My offer was official an hour and a half ago. Now I wait. This is agony.I'm putting in an offer on a house
I've been there man, it's nerve-wracking.My offer was official an hour and a half ago. Now I wait. This is agony.
Then there's all the damned paperwork to sign/initial... I actually had a hand cramp during one session, but it had been a rough day too.I've been there man, it's nerve-wracking.
They spelled my name wrong on my mortgage. So not only did I have to sign every page, everywhere that my name appeared, I also had to correct the spelling and then initial that, too.Then there's all the damned paperwork to sign/initial... I actually had a hand cramp during one session, but it had been a rough day too.
With stuffed toys.@Bubble181 I just learned about Kattenstoet.
YOUR GOD DAMN COUNTRY HAS SOME SPLAINING TO DO.
How is it still celebrated!!??
I know that, it still represents a century or more of tossing cats off of roofs and lighting them on fire.With stuffed toys.
I... I need the hug reaction back.I have a weird job.
I've had a male congregant in hospital, not actively on the way out, but fading since before Christmas, and not expected to go home. Ever. Possibly to a nursing home. Maybe.
A couple of weeks ago, his wife got an infection, and the drugs for that made other things worse. She ends up in emerg yesterday (which happened to be when I was in visiting him, which also happened to be the best I've seen him in months), so I go and see her too. She doesn't look great, but not horrendous either.
Get a call today that she's not expected to last the night.
Arrive at the hospital, she's been admitted from emerg to the same unit as him, so he can visit her easier. He's sitting in his wheelchair, at her bedside holding her hand and not taking his eyes off her (She's asleep/unconscious). He's generally not particularly lucid (he had a stroke a number of years ago, she's been his sole caregiver ever since), and generally converses exclusively in single syllables. But he has always lit up when he sees her or hears her voice. They've been married for 67 years.
His son asks him, "what do you think of mom?" The answer? "I think she's great, I'm sure going to miss her."
Fuck.
I was fine until that point, but that required tissues for me.
I'm going to miss her too.
I've been expecting to get a call to do his funeral for 2+ years. I don't want to do hers. She was always poorly/sickly, but never severely so. She always made me tea whenever I visited, never let me help (even when she probably should have), and often had baked goods available as well. And apologized when she had to switch from homemade to store bought, because it was too exhausting for her to cook and bake anymore.
Bah. I do much better at the emotional bits of this work when I have time to prepare.
I use that app to help with Milky Way photography when I don’t want to wait for my eyes to adjust. It’s awesomeJust downloaded an app for my iPhone called SkyView Lite. Basically it uses your positioning and camera to be able to look at the various celestial bodies. Like, I can hold the phone to the floor and see where in the relative position to myself the International Space Station is in real time. (As of this writing it's off the coast of Australia.)
It's a very cool and free app. There is a pay version but I don't know what that adds. Worth a download.
And, she's gone. Service will be early next week.I have a weird job.
I've had a male congregant in hospital, not actively on the way out, but fading since before Christmas, and not expected to go home. Ever. Possibly to a nursing home. Maybe.
A couple of weeks ago, his wife got an infection, and the drugs for that made other things worse. She ends up in emerg yesterday (which happened to be when I was in visiting him, which also happened to be the best I've seen him in months), so I go and see her too. She doesn't look great, but not horrendous either.
Get a call today that she's not expected to last the night.
Arrive at the hospital, she's been admitted from emerg to the same unit as him, so he can visit her easier. He's sitting in his wheelchair, at her bedside holding her hand and not taking his eyes off her (She's asleep/unconscious). He's generally not particularly lucid (he had a stroke a number of years ago, she's been his sole caregiver ever since), and generally converses exclusively in single syllables. But he has always lit up when he sees her or hears her voice. They've been married for 67 years.
His son asks him, "what do you think of mom?" The answer? "I think she's great, I'm sure going to miss her."
Fuck.
I was fine until that point, but that required tissues for me.
I'm going to miss her too.
I've been expecting to get a call to do his funeral for 2+ years. I don't want to do hers. She was always poorly/sickly, but never severely so. She always made me tea whenever I visited, never let me help (even when she probably should have), and often had baked goods available as well. And apologized when she had to switch from homemade to store bought, because it was too exhausting for her to cook and bake anymore.
Bah. I do much better at the emotional bits of this work when I have time to prepare.
I don’t know if he knows what’s going to happen, either.I have no idea what's going to happen to the husband.
We so need the hugs reaction back. I think it’s good you’re there for them.And, she's gone. Service will be early next week.
I have no idea what's going to happen to the husband.
Get a room already!I would like to take this opportunity to declare my love for @Vero. After 25 years, she still is the love of my life and she is as beautiful as the day I met her. As the poet says, she is the woman who feels what i'm feeling, and she is bleeding from my own wound. She has just the shape of my life and the measure of my thought. When I cry she is the tears, when I'm quiet she is my silence and when I sing she is the song. When I trust she is my faith, when I wait she is my hope and when I live she is the heart.