Saturday night out on the town!!
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susandennisThe dining room manager shared her COVID with the kitchen and wait staff so dinner was canceled last night. Us four old ladies were left adrift. Bonny said 'well, let's go to that dive bar next to the Dollar Store and get some burgers!' So we did. We left early enough to get there in daylight and, hopefully, beat the crowd but we failed on the latter. Happy hour. ooops.
But it was fun. Turns out what Bonny calls a dive bar, the rest of the world calls a really fucking excellent pub. It's owned by my favorite steak house. And the food was phenomenal. It was loud but not painfully. Most everyone there, of course, was decades younger than us but that was the most fun. Look at the old ladies! And, they did not ask for ID when we ordered drinks. We really did have a great time. We might have to do it again. We did have to drive home in the dark but it was a familiar route and Bonny made it fine.
Dear Gmail. ANY, I mean ANY email I get in Hindi, is spam. k? Particularly if it's about insurance, car or otherwise. thanks.
It's 8 am and it's cloudy and raining so there will be no sun glare at the pool. So while I'm not dying to go for a swim, I can't really come up with any credible reasons why I should not. Maybe I'll take tomorrow off.
This week, in a once again, scheduling oversight, I only have two things out of the ordinary on my calendar and both of them are Wednesday morning. I have an eye appointment and Biggie's checkup. I don't know why I didn't notice this until right now. Possibly both are doable but I think I'll try and move the eye doctor. I'll call in the morning. If Biggie still has those rocks in his bladder, he'll have to have surgery. Ugh.
Biggie is a morning cat. After noon, he's dead to the world. He'll wake up for dinner and maybe to knock something over, but if he were to get some deadly condition after noon one day, I'd never be able to tell. However... in the mornings, like now, he's crawling over their keyboard trying to cause trouble. I was all set to sleep for a while longer when he and Julio decided to hop on the bed and race around the room. He's clearly not dying of anything right now except maybe my potentially swatting him across the room.
Ok. Fine. pool it is. I'm off to swim.
But it was fun. Turns out what Bonny calls a dive bar, the rest of the world calls a really fucking excellent pub. It's owned by my favorite steak house. And the food was phenomenal. It was loud but not painfully. Most everyone there, of course, was decades younger than us but that was the most fun. Look at the old ladies! And, they did not ask for ID when we ordered drinks. We really did have a great time. We might have to do it again. We did have to drive home in the dark but it was a familiar route and Bonny made it fine.
Dear Gmail. ANY, I mean ANY email I get in Hindi, is spam. k? Particularly if it's about insurance, car or otherwise. thanks.
It's 8 am and it's cloudy and raining so there will be no sun glare at the pool. So while I'm not dying to go for a swim, I can't really come up with any credible reasons why I should not. Maybe I'll take tomorrow off.
This week, in a once again, scheduling oversight, I only have two things out of the ordinary on my calendar and both of them are Wednesday morning. I have an eye appointment and Biggie's checkup. I don't know why I didn't notice this until right now. Possibly both are doable but I think I'll try and move the eye doctor. I'll call in the morning. If Biggie still has those rocks in his bladder, he'll have to have surgery. Ugh.
Biggie is a morning cat. After noon, he's dead to the world. He'll wake up for dinner and maybe to knock something over, but if he were to get some deadly condition after noon one day, I'd never be able to tell. However... in the mornings, like now, he's crawling over their keyboard trying to cause trouble. I was all set to sleep for a while longer when he and Julio decided to hop on the bed and race around the room. He's clearly not dying of anything right now except maybe my potentially swatting him across the room.
Ok. Fine. pool it is. I'm off to swim.
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Date: 2026-02-02 03:20 am (UTC)