Sunday, May 3, 2026

THE BIDET-BEAT GOES ON (May 3/142 or not)

                                                                                             


BEST QUOTE "You take really good care of your feet" the doctor said at my semi-annual checkup. No lauding of my 7 lb. weight loss, lower A1C and stellar triglyceride reading. Makes me wonder what visual deformities he has to witness when examining patient feet. I do think the bright red polish is a nice touch.  I'll take the win.  

REALLY? I could be wrong and too quick to jump to conclusions. We may never know if the attack on the President was real or orchestrated. What was real, is 95% of the people in that room did not know it was coming and then experienced a personal hell when they realized they may not live through the night. Did they wish they had said I love you to their families before leaving home? Did they wish they had noted their personal escape route? Also, we all know the drill. When police are confronted with knife or gun and a leaping assassin, they riddle him/her with bullets and ask questions later, yet nobody really fired?

Reporting on these tragedies is one thing, being one of the terror-stricken victims is on another plane altogether. The complacency that many feel that this is just the cost of living in America need to know what it feels like to be a victim. Meanwhile school children get "thoughts and prayers" and the President has a press conference to pitch he needs a golden ballroom. He's 79, he should have needed a timeout and diaper change. As one who has trained and been trained on these types of episodes, the victims are usually a tad more rattled. Perhaps, dementia is a blessing. 

BATHROOM UPDATE Much of the week was spent on picking out goodies for the bathroom make-over as we get her ready for her close-up. As the second bathroom vanity was literally hanging on by its hinges and the bottom (plywood) shelf was sagging to the floor we also had to make material decisions about that. You know you should never think the original estimate is the cost-think contingency, surprise issues and more expensive choices. Whatever savings I found going with a molded rather than tile shower I assume will be easily eaten up by our more expensive "what the hell" attitude to new fixtures. As I pointed out frequently, I only redecorate every 40-50 years so there's that. 

Our contractor suggested a trip to a particular stone company as they often have remnants that could fit our stone vanity vision and turn-around is one week compared to 3-4. However, amidst all their remnants (mostly white and gray) we could not find one that had the touch of green we are looking for to highlight the lily pad green of the cabinets. I stand corrected. I found an exquisite emerald with subtle gold/copper streaks that would make this bathroom jewel-like. They even used this quartz in their own showroom and like I said it's beautiful. However, here's the catch. As it's not a remnant, one must buy the entire slab which THEY GET TO KEEP AND SELL as a remnant after they take out what you need. That, of course, runs the price up 3-4 times. 

Consequently, I had settled on a piece instead, mostly white and gray sigh, with a hint of green on a good day if you squint and the sun is in the 7th house. I loved that emerald green, but oh well. At a different place where we ordered the cabinets, they had a supply of ho hum countertops which was another reason we went to the other place. After signing our lives away on my "lily pad" color cabinets we were on our way out the door when the OH spotted green quartz resembling the "stone that was rejected which became the corner stone" (biblical reference). No way. I pulled out my file folder (I folder every project) and compared. THIS WAS THE SAME DAMN QUARTZ which they quoted out at 1/3 the price of the other shop. Drop the mic, we're in.

I also had no idea how much fun it is to visit a contractor plumbing shop to pick out fixtures. Do you realize there are at least a half dozen different types of toilets, not counting the bidets. Our fixtures accent color is champagne gold -not brassy-not shiny, a subtle brushed gold compliment to the green countertop. Followed with the shower head choice in the same hue. They also had the exact type of medicine chest the OH wanted with built-in close-up mirror and we even found new lighting to match the whole ensemble. Aren't we fancy. Then for fun our "consultant" threw in towel rack, towel hook, toilet roll holder, stove and refrigerator all in the same color family. Ok I'm fibbing about the kitchen appliances. Couldn't find a toaster to match so the heck with that. We were in there for three hours and were not bored-go figure. 

Flooring also got chosen and we went with my usual dramatic look (like my kitchen floor). Surprised when we got the itemized invoice for the flooring. This is a small bathroom, but they are charging $229 alone for incoming freight and fuel surcharge! I don't know if this is normal as we have put floors in before and just had a total price. But I have a sneaking suspicious that this is the future folks. Thanks, marmie for all the extra we have to pay for your crazed attack that stopped 20% of all the oil moving throughout the world.

 JUST HORSING AROUND I usually pick the gray for the Kentucky Derby regardless of the odds. Mostly so I can follow the horse as gray stands out. I want to enjoy the most exciting two minutes in sports. However, "Great White" did not need to pitch his jockey and then clumsily fall down on himself. All the talk about him being the biggest horse in the race was not the advantage one would think. Horses are not used to falling down and going boom. If you don't want me to bet, you could be a little more subtle. The jockey didn't look so happy either, but at least he didn't get a ton of horse on top of him. 

BOWLED OVER Mom and Dad had a bowling party to kick off JP's birthday weekend. He had one friend and the rest of us were, shall we say, over 21. In some cases, WAYYY over 21. My team consisted of Nana, Grandpa, Grandma and Jaxiboy. First and foremost, I did not fall down, drop the ball or die. My knee, hip and back remained intact and there were no audible snaps or crackles from my bionic parts. As several of us had not bowled in eons, one alley ball was used by three people which slowed things up a bit. I had apparently given my old ball away, so I got there early and picked an alley ball that the OH doctored to fit. As one cannot expect a curving break with an alley ball and conventional grip, I tried to use angles with the straight shot that resulted. I didn't embarrass myself too much and the trash talk was kept to an acceptable level. I think JP spent his actual birthday day defying death on the ATVs he and his buddy were racing on the back forty so to speak. Teenagers carry the burden of an undeveloped sense of danger but fortunately they heal quickly. Love that boy!

  Peace Out/Stay Strong/Love Your Neighbor/Eat More Cake/Drive Less 💚  💙💛


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