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Her daughter is giving her mother a gift, and by not standing in her way, a huge sacrifice. The Mom is fortunate to have this option and of course fortunate to have 96 years. I would talk about how wonderful her Mom is, and then mostly listen.
I’m looking forward to watching the series, but I have seen the movie at least three times, and I think it’s fantastic; really excellent. Two thumbs up! (Feeling sad about Philip Seymour Hoffman now, just thinking about his stellar performance.)
More likely it's Bermuda grass. Definitely not nutsedge, which doesnt have runners, but crowns that spring from tuber-like nutlets.
Both the chickweed and the hairy bittercress are cool season, shallow rooted annual weeds. There is no need to use any kind of weed killer/pesticide on them. Just water the area well and they will pull up and can be removed easily.
My experience is that label instructions for products like laundry detergent for how much to use are waaaay too heavy-handed. Why would it be any different for their "standard dosage" amount put into a pod prescribed for a mid-size load? Or for recommendations for multiple pods for larger ones? Pods are a non-starter for me.
I suspect that using too much product can often be the cause of freshly washed laundry being overly odorous. Or having been inadequately rinsed. (we always program an extra rinse for all loads).
Our washers automatically adjust the water used for the size load. This isn't novel or a unique feature, most washers do the same. At least front loaders do. A fixed amount of detergent could hardly work well in this scenario. My wife and I "automatically" adjust how much product we use for the size of the load. Err on the side of using too little. If a load of a given size doesn't come out with appropriate characteristics of being freshly washed, wash it again and use a little more the next time.
Even though ignitions are electric, on my gas ranges you can still also light them with a match.
My towels stay soft. I know some of you will cringe, but I only use cold water. Towels are washed in their own load. Same with sheets.
Thank you everyone.❤️ Arcy, sometimes you ARE a horse's patootie, as grandaddy would say. AND… if you knew half her history and what an accomplishment this is , you’d not dare question a marching band down Broadway.
There is really no insult for a straight white male which isn't actually an insult to someone who is not a straight white male, because almost any insult to a straight white male is calling him something that is not a straight white male, as if being something other or "less" than his straight white maleness is a really terrible thing.
After 27 years in Alabama, I’ve earned the right to use “y’all“ anytime I want. But I also use “gang.” ”Alright gang, let’s call it a day.” In emails, I’ll often use ”All“ or ”Team” as my greeting.
Sometimes though I go back to one of my favorite books, “The Great Santini“ by Pat Conroy. The father in that book had a memorable collective reference: ”All right, sports fans, it’s time to go.” I used it just last week.
Just saying, young people do not use "gay" as a a derogatory term IME.
I think this is because the young people you know have been raised in a well-educated, open-minded context that, even if one has personal biases against things, one does not necessarily voice them, if they are hostile against other people. Some people who post here would say "Oh you mean libtards," with a sort of sneer. We know who they are. Believe me, they probably coached their young people to use the word "gay" and other words as derogatory.
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In order to fully get the song, Ladies Who Lunch, in all it's angry, mocking, self-deprecating, ultimately forgiving, existential dread, you should watch the footage of Elaine Stritch struggling to record it for the cast album.
And except for the coda like bit at the end where Joanne is screaming "everybody rise", the final lyrics are:
Look into their eyes and you'll see what they know
Everybody dies
Give up. Dump the shoes into your Goodwill donation and find another brand that actually fits your foot.
Table for Two, by Amor Towles is absolutely delicious so far. The stories are charming without being maudlin, and show a wry humor. Put it on your list.
I am reading Kavalier and Clay right now. I am not sure how I missed it, but it is wonderful. I picked it because the Met Opera is doing a production based on it next season. I am not sure it lends itself to opera, but I am willing to give it a go.