I hate vaguebooking, I really do, and I apologize for not going into details but I don’t want to do that until I know more. Suffice it to say that my friend T did me a solidly good turn today with something and I’m eager to see how it turns out. I’ll give more details as I get them, but for now please think good thoughts for me!
In other news, guess who’s getting her hairs did tomorrow? Lord, I want this mop cut back to just above shoulder length (I haven’t had a salon haircut since 2019—during the pandemic I cut it once myself and my sister trimmed it the last time she came out to visit) and I cannot wait to get all this weight off my head. You have no idea how flipping heavy hair is until it’s gone.
And finally, I made the most wonderful discovery yesterday. I have loved Oscar Meyer liver sausage since I was a kid. As long as it was perfectly fresh (once it started oxidizing it got yucky) it was delicious and with a dill pickle and some potato chips it was my meal of choice.
In the last few years, unfortunately, it has gotten harder and harder to find the Oscar Meyer brand. I’ve tried other liver sausage/braunschweigers and they just don’t taste right. I’d resigned myself to never having it again until my friend Esther Friesner asked a question on Facebook about memorable childhood food favorites and it got me to thinking.
One Google search later and it turns out that—ta-da—H-E-B carries Oscar Meyer braunschweiger. We now have a tube of it in the fridge and two in the freezer for future enjoyment, yay!
Closing in on finishing Throw Quilt #2—I’ve got it sandwiched and basted, and now I just have to get it quilted which should only take two days or so. With any lucky I’ll have that done and the edges bound by Wednesday night, then I can get both quilts in the mail to their new owner.
Last night he dreamed that he went into his home office and this little half-starved black cat, clearly a street cat, was in there. He said, “How in the world did you manage to get in here?” then added, “You would have to be a black cat, wouldn’t you? Oh, all right—come on, let’s get you fed.”
As you know, Bob, J.J. had been diagnosed in 2017 with kidney disease, and for the next six years we did everything we could to keep weight on him, including making sure there was always kibble in his bowl and feeding him lots and lots of treats, Lick ‘n’ Lap, and other cat dainties. That more than anything is probably what kept him going until the age of twenty-one.
After a day of work and at least five old episodes of 
One of the questionable benefits of my mild OCD is that once I lock onto a task I will often stick with it well past the time when I should take a break, or get something to eat, or walk around and let the blood flow back into my feet.
Causing my sinuses to kick up a merry stink about big masses of air moving past each other, but hey, what else is new? That being said, I’m looking forward to the cooler temps for the rest of the week because it’s probably the last relatively cool weather we’ll have for spring. Temps next week are supposed to be in the 70s/80s, which means I’ll have to start running the upstairs A/C for the 80s days. I’m trying to give our downstairs unit as much of a break as I can before we need to start running it since it is Olde™ and the A/C was horrified at the sound it made when he was out here checking the systems. I didn’t have the heart to tell him that it always made that kind of noise, being an old two-blade fan type.
Oof. It’s a temporary thing—the temps tomorrow will be down in the low 80s, and will drop further into the 60s/70s for the rest of the week with some rain thrown in for good measure. But I had to turn the upstairs AC on today just so that we didn’t roast in our offices.
A big mass of warm air just moved into the clavicle of Texas and we’re supposed to get storms starting around 4:00 PM with the threat of strong winds, large hail, and tornadoes, some of them major ones according to the Weather Channel. Whee. Looks like I’ll be running to the store once I post this for food, then putting the car in the garage and parking Lyndon’s truck behind it (if weather comes from the west, as it is today, the house and garage provide some protection. There’s too much stuff in there to park both vehicles, unfortunately).
Melanie Fletcher 