Hey folks, welcome to the new whine/general topic thread. Feel free to use this thread to discuss anything that is on your mind. Caregiving- related stuff, life after a loved one's death, your own emotional wellbeing. Whatever..........anything on your mind.
A reduction in tolerating noises is what I was reading last night when I could not sleep.
Thinking that I should make the bedroom into a padded cell, the opposite is true...do not insulate oneself from noises.
Plus I know that too much sitting alone in a silent house is really reducing my tolerance for noise and crowds (and noisy crowds 😉).
Five minutes? You are much more patient than me. That is about 4 minutes longer than I can stand to listen lately.
As long as you are not talking back at them, cursing, yelling, and screaming.
Or even worse, still frustrated after turning off the radio. 🤔
Upspeak, mumbling, vocal fry, humming?
The City will be bringing in real snow at several events throughout the holidays. And skiers returning home often dump their snow in various places like In N Out or gas stations. ☃️
I have never heard of that recipe. Guess you cannot eat it.
You gave me an idea. I could take the ingredients down to the white sandy beaches of Malibu. Mix in some sand, and make a snowman. I am sure this is not an original idea, and the practice of adding anything to beach sand is probably banned.
Baking soda and conditioner. For this recipe, be sure to use white conditioner so your fake snow looks just like the real stuff. Start with 1/2 cup of conditioner, and use a fork to stir in about 3 cups of baking soda. This snow packs very well and is great for making snowmen!
I haven’t tried it so don't know how it will turn out.
Wish I had some snow.....
I think with all the sh*t going on in the world these days people's tolerance levels have reached an all time high. Maybe that's why no one else seems to care.
Too harsh? 🤣
This year I caught him outside and asked if he could kill the music by 10:00 (I'd rather it is even earlier but...). He replied "I could do that", and I thought whew, that was easy, problem solved! Soooo, the problem is not solved 🤬.
That will never do! Lol.
I have used the holiday cards; many of them were really quite nice, with beautiful holiday scenes. My father's local Senior Center accepts card donations, so I'll be giving them some. And some of the labels were lovely, especially the ones from the nature and military solicitors.
But I resent the religious ones; for all those solicitors know, I could be a practicing Buddhist and have no use for the cards.
What really, really irks me are the solicitations by phone, allegedly from first responders, attempting to get ME to solicit for them through their provision of cards. One alleged breast cancer outfit contacted Dad and asked him to solicit in his neighbor for BC donations! To echo words form an old song, "That'll be the day!"
I've gotten the socks as well, socks in patriotic colors and sized for a child. They get donated to one of the charities.
I think though that the most irritating ones are those which downgrade the pitch to the level of a child. They're soooo insulting. And much as I would support Toys for Tots and the Marine Corps' efforts, they're probably the most prolific solicitor of any. In addition, they won't accept anything that's not new. If my father didn't make some of our toys, we made our own, out of cloth. Why should I spend money to buy something I wouldn't buy for myself?
On a related matter, the other solicitors (online "banks",Costco wannabes, and some of the newer online spots with no phone number or no brick and mortar store), are really offensive. I received a credit union solicitation from one of those outfits, addressed to my mother, who's been deceased for almost 2 decades.
When I called to give them a smart aleck response, I got stuck in a phone holding line. I was going to tell them that I can't present their superlative offer to my mother as it would require special permission from the cemetery, but more importantly, I don't want to disturb my mother's casket. I'll call back first thing some morning and put those idiots in their place.
The weather is moderate now for this time of year - a few days above freezing are forecast. It's not really bad till it gets around minus 30s though the other day was a shock. I don't think I could handle the very hot weather too well. I mostly stay inside these days when it is really cold. Don't know how I managed working into my 70s and having to deal with snow and ice and the car during the winter. Guess you do what you have to do.
(and I live in a warm part of Canada, I'm grateful my ancestors didn't settle on the prairies!)
As for the heat I don't mind a brief heat wave but yeah, anything over 90°F for more than a day or two is too much for me.
We are wearing winter clothes when it is 70°.
Today is 77°, overcast and feels cold.
I suppose our 110° summer days and 98° summer nights would be hard on folks from your neck of the Arctic.
Ground Beef with penne pasta, tomato sauce.
You could get some fly fishing boots...
Glad you are okay!
Thx for asking Willie!
They failed to pick our bag up.
Nothing was expired, so we took it inside and ate it.
The forum has many threads and comments on itching.
In January 2020, Lealonnie wrote:
"My mother had violent geriatric pruritis (which is what itching in the elderly is referred to). We tried everything to get rid of it; it started under her breasts then moved to her upper thighs, then her back, and wound up all over the place. After trying 10 or so different lotions, potions and pills *Benadryl lotion included* I bought her some Dermoplast which is a spray that has benzocaine in it. Also Lanacaine works well in the same way. Those sprays were the ONLY thing that worked for my mother's itching. One day, the itching magically disappeared, believe it or not."
Here's a neat trick.
Dress up, put on your mask, and go door-to-door to your neighbors handing out candy to them.
The whole world is backwards and upside down now anyway.
(At least in the USA, Lol.)
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I hope someone answers the door....