Conduct Unbecoming To A Granny...

Introduced grandson to burrito bowls today. He asked for a burrito for lunch and although there were burrito innards leftover in the fridge, his great uncle considers my flour tortillas made with butter to be prime snacking, so there was nothing to wrap around the leftovers.

I had to go out for some follow up boob pics today. (I had my mammogram last week and they wanted a better look). They decided there wasn’t a problem after all, so I went on my merry way. This left me close to GFS, which is a rare occurrence, so I went to see if they had any eyes of round. Some folks are dismissive of the cut, but round steak was the steak of choice in our house when we were growing up, probably because it was cheap. We actually like it. We also have little crank machine to make cube steaks and Brother learned a lot when he worked in the meat market. A whole eye of round is 6 pounds or so and can be turned into steaks, cube steaks, roast, stew meat, or strips for stir fry.

Weather app predicts we’re going to get .01 inches of rain. Really? That’s barely enough to spoil a freshly washed car. It’s not worth the effort to cloud up.

The four cabinets and a pantry ordered last week have all arrived. They are currently sitting in the garage waiting to be finished. The sink and water filter should be here Monday. I realize I’ll be making multiple trips for odd bits, but that’s a future problem.

Daughter was here yesterday when I got a muscle spasm in my hand. I honestly thought I was past those because I hadn’t had one in a month. It was somewhat aggravating to try to deal with it calmly while she was peppering me with questions and advice. Not because it felt like a particularly calm event, but one learns that there are very few experiences of that type where screaming, sobbing, and/or cursing improves the outcome.

Just read an installment of a fanfiction series which included a discussion with multiple detailed examples, spanning several chapters about vaccination. While I am in agreement the thoughts expressed, there was a point where the conversation became ponderous and really started to really weigh the story down.

They backed a big orange Home Depot truck up my driveway this afternoon, beeping all the way, and unloaded a pallet of cabinets and a ten foot chunk of countertop. Brother put it in the garage to await the rest of the order. He will have to assemble a couple of the cabinets. I bought them unfinished, so they will have also to be stained and urethaned.

Anybody ever hear of “cubical tunnel syndrome”?

Is it sad that I’m excited about a sink? It’s got a drop down faucet, a waterfall faucet, a glass rinser, and a faucet for the water filter. There is a rack, a wash basin, and a cutting board that slide on a little rim. Not to mention it’s one bowl instead of two so it will be easier to wash big stuff like roasting pans and barbecue grills. There’s a soap dispenser.

I have ordered all new base cabinets for the kitchen, a new pantry cupboard, and countertop. I have a snazzy workstation sink and an under sink water filter in my shopping cart. They are going to be delivering the unfinished cabinets next week. Brother says he has enough stain for them, but it probably froze in the garage last winter so I’m including that in my mental tally. There will obviously be what I refer to as “Oh shit!” expenditures. This is not my first home improvement rodeo.

Yesterday Brother suggested we go to the store to look at the kitchen cabinets. This made me happy as the cabinets are original to the house and a couple of months ago the bottom fell out of one when I put the cast iron Dutch oven away. He has insisted that he was going to replace them ever since and I was on the verge of saying “F this” and calling a contractor I cannot afford. I’m still going to have to buy cabinets, obviously, but labor is expensive and it won’t hurt him to do something that doesn’t involve a PS5 controller.

Nephew just left, he wanted to park his e-bike in my garage because he didn’t trust it in the hospital parking lot while his mother was in surgery. The hospital is less than a mile away, so it’s a quick walk for him.

School is out for summer. I expected a babysitting rotation, but other grandma has buggered off to Florida for two weeks. This is not a problem, as there are two adults in residence who somehow managed to raise children to adulthood without dropping them on their heads or selling them to the circus. We can babysit. It was just slightly amusing that ex son in law didn’t realize his mother was out of town until she didn’t respond to texts about drop off time.