Great plan: saving leftover chili, macraroni, that could be smothered in cheese and tossed in the oven.
Bad plan: eating the entire pan for chilimac. Then polishing off a bunch of cheesecake.
Or was that a perfect plan….
An orange in an apple orchard
Great plan: saving leftover chili, macraroni, that could be smothered in cheese and tossed in the oven.
Bad plan: eating the entire pan for chilimac. Then polishing off a bunch of cheesecake.
Or was that a perfect plan….
Sometimes random things make you frown.
When they all in a neat streak of events: I call this an incremental frown.
On the upside sitting down with a spot of tea and not going ass over tea kettle in the process 😅
Think I understand how the Tin Man felt about needing that oil can. I managed to sleep sounder and stiller than many a log and passed out snoring quite early. By the time I started to work up there was the distinct feeling of having not moved in many hours.
Willow of course is the smart one. Every morning I get up at a certain time because Misty has her medicines on a schedule. Willow debated getting up and decided if her pillow was moving, she was still going back to sleep, lol.
Things I should never forget: that Windows and USB always makes Linux and USB look like heaven.
A big bet to kill the password for good
Given how consistently my knee has been getting stiff and achey, part of me wonders it I’m getting like my mother was with the rainy weathers or if I’m just starting to get old and fat.
Well, to be fair: I’m not getting thinner with age😅
Japanese internment camps: How a long-lost kimono unearthed a family secret https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-us-canada-60408913
I think that it would be rather a shame to have such a beautiful piece of your heritage locked away. But given what was done to their generation, I can’t say that I blame their grandparents for being so disinclined to talk about it.
Growing up, I was always rather glad that my mother would share what it was like in her family. Being Italian Americans, my grandparents didn’t have it quite so hard. My grandmother worked in a factory and my grandfather served in the Navy. To my understanding, he didn’t like discussing the war but I believe that had more to do with his experiences in the pacific. By their generation, English had already become the dominate language in the family, and I imagine that no one really cared that much about the Italians.
By contrast many folks of Japanese decent were not so fortunate. And to top it off, there were many nisei who still chose to fight and join the war effort despite what was being done to their families at home.
My mother’s generation was the last that truly spoke any of the Italian dialect of the old folks because that was the only way to communicate with her grandmother. The Italian influences were very much apart of her upbringing, significantly more than my brother and I. And there was never any reason for anyone to mind or fear that. I think that we were very lucky for that.
The thought of people missing out on that kind of thing, kind of bugs me. Given what Japanese Americans went through in those days, I can’t say that I am surprised. Not only is it wrong what was done to that generation, but to help break up being able to share their heritage with their children and grandchildren that is even more wrong.
Things that make dogs angry: the smell of chicken cooking.
Things that make dogs happy: the taste of fresh chicken.
Trick is somewhere in between, not getting Rube Goldberged off a cliff like a cartoon character while the dogs abscond with the whole supply of chicken.
Turns Out the Nintendo Game Boy Is the Worst Possible Way to Watch Movies
On one hand, upgrading Rimiru’s OS to Windows 11 was fairly painless and seems to pass the core “Does my shit work” test. Certainly not the worst experience for upgrading a Microsoft OS ever to be had.