The AH Coffee Shop and Reading Room 09

👩‍⚕️Fastest doctor's visit ever this morning. It ran something like this:

"Good morning, how are you?"
"Fine, but my toes are worse."
"I see that. I'll get a referral to a podiatrist."
"Your BP is good, same meds, no change?"
"Yes. The cardiologist reduced one med."
"Good for you."
"Lungs and heart are fine. See you in six months. Here, I'll walk you out."🚶‍♀️🚶‍♂️

Less than fifteen minutes!"
 
Just popping in to grab something cold before I go bushwhack the jungle that is my yard. 20 popped in to grab my recipe for chicken and sausage tortellini soup, and now I'm craving it. Guess I should make a grocery list.
 
... bushwhack the jungle that is my yard.

Don't I know it. Just did a detailed mow and trim of the front and back yards. Rain moves in tonight thru first half of tomorrow, so the studio acre and guest house get to wait until Sunday. With all the storms passing through in the past two months, half the yard work lately is dealing with fallen tree parts, small to medium to "I'm sure glad I bought that chainsaw." Wadda mess.
 
My lawn awaits me when I get home. Probably won't be that bad.

It's supposed to get cooler and wetter here tomorrow, which might put a little damper on our festivities. We met the youngest daughter for brunch this morning, and she showed us the photo of her signing the papers to take over the largest dance school in the west Chicago 'burbs.

Today she was fashionably dressed in a summary little thing, Tomorrow she will be in a sequined black gown fo her first bows on stage as the owner of the company. My little girl, who was only nine when she set her sights on making a life out of dance, is getting what she's always wanted.

And her faculty has a surprise for her. After she takes her bow, her mother gets to present her with the traditional arm full of roses. There will be tears.

We spent the afternoon at Wrigley Field. Reds vs Cubs. The Cubs mounted a ninth-inning rally that fell short.

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Yard has been mowed. Cicadas have been fished out of my hair, cleavage, shirt pockets, and underwear. Iced tea on the porch and a heating pad on my hip.

They really need to make full body versions of these things.
 
Yard has been mowed. Cicadas have been fished out of my hair, cleavage, shirt pockets, and underwear. Iced tea on the porch and a heating pad on my hip.

They really need to make full body versions of these things.
not full body but there is an extra large (that I sleep on) which will take care of back and hips (keep in mind I am short; 5'4" and have a short torso (but long legs). Amazon and I think it was about $40.00
 
I imagine that could be worse. Do they use pace makers for that?

Still waiting on the coffee pot. Almost here... almost here... DONE! Hunt down a cup, pour the brew. It smells OK. The last time I made coffee in an automatic drip maker was, uhh. About the time the kids moved out.

Now for the taste test. It's okay. Not quite the thick consistency I get with a Melita cone. I'm the first one up, so I'll have to wait and see what the others say.
 
Tachycardia; nope they run a very small metal 'thread' up from your groin, attempt to zap various areas of your heart to determine where the 'bad' circuit is; then zap the bad circuit. Supposedly overnight but mine was done the day (storm) Allison (storm) came to Houston, flooding the Texas Medical Center so the hospital (outlying) sent me home for the folks that got moved from TMC. It worked quite well (and has been about 20 years since). They may have improved treatment since then but pacemakers as far as I know have never been used.
 
They really need to make full body versions of these things.

What? Full body cicadas? ;)

We're supposed to be near the zone where the 13-year and 17-year broods are overlapping. We have experienced nothing in town here. Not a one. When we were driving up to the cabin weekend before last, we stopped en route for groceries. Once I was out of the van I could hear quite the racket, but C couldn't hear a thing, complaining about her usual tinnitus... which to her sounds like constant cicadas in her head. Oh, dear.

I heard them up at the cabin, which is in a wooded patch in the middle of farmland. C saw one clinging to the screen on the bedroom window, and decided that it was "her" cicada. Cute. Her, not the cicada.
 
We had hail a few days ago coming in utterly different directions as visible in two windows on adjoining walls. I should've got a video.
Ugh! Hail is the worst! And Brighton Colorado seems to get the worst of the worst. Just before I moved there a large car dealership near Brighton got hit with hail and every single car on the lot was totaled. In 2016 we had a hail storm that trashed our roof so we got it replaced including some of the plywood under the shingles.

In 2018 we had a hail storm that destroyed that brand new roof and all the plywood underneath, knocked the gutters off the building, blew open all 3 skylights, destroyed the patio roof, destroyed our wooden fence around the yard, and totaled every car in the driveway. On the plus, some previous owner sealed all of the skylights closed, but the house was built with no ridge vent, so when we got the new skylights in and cracked them open during the summer, that place was MUCH easier to cool.

I'm going to have a pot of pur-eh tea this morning. A reader from Singapore suggested that I try it. It's supposed to cure everything but scurvy. I like it because I'm cheap and you use the leaves multiple times. The first mug is so-so. The next mug is INCREDIBLE. This is the 3rd soak on this pinch of leaves and it's still better than the first, now I can see why many people throw away the first soak.

Pur-sh has this wonderful earthy aroma. When I was in Korea that same aroma was everywhere, so this tea takes me back to the land of the morning calm.
 
We're in the cicada zone in Chicago, but we haven't been around mid-day when they get loud. My niece and her fiance are amusing themselves by watching them out the front window. I never thought cicadas were that interesting.

The cicadas here are much smaller then they are in New Mexico, but New Mexico hasn't had a plague in years.
 
We're in the cicada zone in Chicago, but we haven't been around mid-day when they get loud.
That's sort of what Tinnitus sounds like, but a higher pitch and constantly, inside and out, day and night, all year long.
 
Ugh. Glad I mowed yesterday, it's cool, breezy, and raining. I still have to get the trellis set up for my passionflower vines and finish this coop (which is taking longer than I anticipated, consider it just needs reassembled and roofed). More chickens coming today and even more coming next week, through the mail.
 
It was a cool morning on the first day of June, and June looked in wonder at her lovely garden. June hoped June would be a good month for the Roses. Axl had his doubts, he'd lost his favorite pick, had blisters on his little finger and thumb, and hadn't seen a video on MTV forever. He no longer got his money for nothin' and nor his chicks for free. Yeah, damn Dire Straight; June wasn't free, and those damn roses had to have a lot of care. Them yo-yos, didn't like to tour anymore, not even little faggot with the earring. He hoped for June's sack that June would be kind to the roses and the Roses. That reminded him; he wondered if Slash found his hat. Slash thinks his cat stole it.

And fuck Guns all to hell. The Lazy bastard leaving him.

Okay, who's got the coffee?
 
It was a cool morning on the first day of June, and June looked in wonder at her lovely garden. June hoped June would be a good month for the Roses. Axl had his doubts, he'd lost his favorite pick, had blisters on his little finger and thumb, and hadn't seen a video on MTV forever. He no longer got his money for nothin' and nor his chicks for free. Yeah, damn Dire Straight; June wasn't free, and those damn roses had to have a lot of care. Them yo-yos, didn't like to tour anymore, not even little faggot with the earring. He hoped for June's sack that June would be kind to the roses and the Roses. That reminded him; he wondered if Slash found his hat. Slash thinks his cat stole it.

And fuck Guns all to hell. The Lazy bastard leaving him.

Okay, who's got the coffee?
Right here, and it's already got the appropriate clouds in it. Would you like some sweet cherry pie with that, or should I just pour some sugar on for you?
 
The fool on the hill was arrested for smacking his bitch up, but then he likes big butts. Can't deny that. (Don't touch this)
 
The fool on the hill was arrested for smacking his bitch up, but then he likes big butts. Can't deny that. (Don't touch this)
You can't deny that when she walks in (to the jail) he gets sprung. But we all know that's a bad romance, eventually he's headed for 18 and life.
 
Okay. You guys have lost me. I vaguely get the Guns & Roses references, but I'm not at all a follower of rock bands (or pop, or C&W, or hip-hop - anything "popular") nor the celebrity nonsense that goes along with the genres, but...

...what are you guys talking about?
 
Guns and Roses, Carly Simon, Def Leppard, Sir Mix-a-lot, Mc Hammer, Lady Gaga, Skid Row. Basically just being silly using song references. It's good brain stretching for me, I don't know about everyone else.
 
...what are you guys talking about?
Seriously? You missed Fool on the Hill? At your age that should have been an anthem in your youth!!!!! I'm a bit younger than you, I think the refrain went -

But the fool on the hill sees the sun go to town
And the guys in his shed see the world sinning clown
 
I need something to warm up with. It's down in the low sixties and I am unhappy. Give me back my sauna!!!!
 
Seriously? You missed Fool on the Hill? At your age that should have been an anthem in your youth!

You have to bear in mind that not only was I a major nerd as a teen, I was a music nerd, too. My LP collection consisted of "B music" - Bach, Buxtehude, Beethoven, Brahms, Berlioz, Bizet, Bruckner, Bartok, and so on. In rebellious moods I'd hit the Tchaikovsky, Ravel or, heaven forbid... OMG... Stravinsky! Parents would be "What is that noise???!" with Rite of Spring. Good thing Dad was a Berlioz devotee.

:rolleyes:
 
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