20-some yrs ago, a Filipino granny told me to cook round foods on NYE. Wear polka dots, place lil stacks of coins near doors & windows. For prosperity. I've done it ever since. Why not? Wearing black socks w purple dots tonite. Cooking meatballs.
Do you have traditions, rituals, superstitions for New Year's Eve?
this is my second time having frozen shoulder and it's way worse because it's my right arm. I keep doing things like reaching into the fridge for the water jug, or using my right hand to flip a light switch, and burst out screaming in pain because it hurts so bad.
Hoping to hear back from the owners of a lil house I looked at on Christmas Eve. Gave them my last $25 for the credit check. I impressed the guy showing the place, but on the application I don't look as good.
Turned off all my alarms, but have still been waking up at or before 5:30 every day of winter break. You'd think I'd have been more productive, not sleeping in, but it feels like I'm not getting enough done. Also there's the nap I've been taking around 4:00 every afternoon...
My cousin Amy said she wanted to send us a meat package gift, and I was totally expecting some Swiss Colony or Figi's, but when we got home from Jayden's Dr appt there was a big cooler from Omaha Steaks on the porch!
Jayden brought home two huge boxes from school, filed with food donations. I think everyone who donated shops at Trader Joe's and Whole Foods. Fancy stuff! More pasta than I can store so I'm giving some to other folx. Way different (better) than the food bank stuff.
Trying to convince owners to rent to someone with section 8 is frustrating. First it's: they used to rent to "section 8 people" but they didn't pay rent/trashed the place/caused problems. Then it's: they just don't want to deal with the forms, the inspections, the rules.
I love rainy days. If I don't have to wait for and ride the bus in the rain, it makes me happy. Today I'm grateful for working brakes, tires, and windshield wipers. And that mostly-full tank of gas. And a pocket full of change for downtown parking. And if I get caught in traffic behind protesters, I'ma stand outside my car & cheer them on.
House is so much quieter and calmer without Daisy here. No arguing with Violet about everydamnthing. No going nuts at the window when the kids next door play basketball. No more stress at mealtime about who's eating what, no more running around checking out the other dogs' bowls.
Have gotten help from well-placed folx in the City of Oakland housing department (different place than the housing authority), whatever comes next I will have legal assistance and advocacy and I am no longer panicking like I've been the past few days.
A good friend is 95% sure her family is going adopt a pittie they met at the Alameda animal shelter. He just had a front leg amputated. He has a crooked tail that might've been broken and never treated (why his leg was amputated). And he has one blue eye and one brown eye. And his name. Is Lt. Dan.