Monthly Archives: March 2010

What’s black and white and smells bad?

 

     Or, where’s Billy the exterminator when you need him?  Have you seen that program?  He’s a hoot.

     I should’ve known there was a problem outside when Gavin stood at the back door sniffing at it like crazy.  As soon as I opened it, he began to bark and the hair on his back stood on end.  A single sniff on my part revealed the problem, at which point I decided that neither dog needed to go outside.  Somewhere out in the night our odiferous visitor was lurking.  Yes, the skunk is back.

     A couple of years ago they’d dug under G’s kitchen to nest.  It was not a very pleasant thing when they let loose under there and stunk up the entire house on more than one occasion.  Then her DH redid their deck.  When he had it torn up, he put heavy duty weld wire all around the foundation of the house.  The skunk moved down the street.

     We hoped that the skunk had gone to play in the traffic and left our neighborhood permanently.  Nope, no such luck.  Heeeee’s baaaack.

Another year older…

 

     Yes, it’s my birthday today.  Where does the time go?  Holy mackerel!  I’m another year older, but it seems, no wiser.  If I were a wise person, would I still be doing this? 

     Of course, I kid.  I love this blog.  I’ve met so many wonderful people through it.  Many of whom have become like family to me.  And heaven knows that I sure can use some more ‘friendly’ family.  Can’t we all?

     My dear, dear Aunties sent me the usual birthday cards with chatty notes—I love those gals.  G brought over a card.  My long time AOL chat friend Jim Messenger sent me a happy birthday E-mail and so did Dave.  Chuckles, my treasured old friend, called me to wish me a happy birthday last night.  Elena called me the other night, we spent a long time on the phone, and she wished me a happy birthday.  The birthday wishes keep rolling in. 

**I think I’d better mention the great E-birthday card I got from my agent  this evening.**

     All I can say is that I love you all and I hope to continue my drive down Abby Normal Road to Crazy Town for another 56 or there about years.

Happy Saint Patrick’s Day everyone!

 

Just when we think things are looking up…

 

     Splat!  Another disaster hits.  DH’s mother is back in the hospital.  I may or may not be posting over the next week.  I hope I will but that all depends on how much rest we get around here.  Knowing his mother and Aunt, we won’t get much. 

     His Aunt phoned us about twenty times today.  We got a little tired of telling her we had no news and probably won’t have any until tomorrow afternoon.  (That would be later today, since I am typing this at 1:30 a.m.)

     So much for having any time to get things done, we needed to do this week.  It looks like we’ll be rushing around again.  A list, I need to make a list…

The trespasser

 

     Gavin and Patty jockeyed for the best position at the kitchen window.  They wanted to see and bark at the dark stranger in the yard.  He ignored them. 

     Gavin barked, “My yard!”

     Patty yodeled, “Get out.  You don’t belong there.”

     Gavin ran to the back door and rang the sleigh bells like a street corner Santa on speed.  “Let me at him.”

     Patty leapt upon the radiator.  “Why I oughta…”

     “Quiet you two.  Enough!”  I dragged Patty off the radiator and backed Gavin away from the bells.  “One more peep out of you and you’ll kennel up until you cool down.”

     DH yelled down the stairs, “What the heck is with them?”

     “Woo, Woo, Woof!”

     “That’s it.  Kennels.”

     They retreated to their crates and I closed the doors behind them.  Then I went to the bottom of the stairs to thank DH for the ruckus.

     “You had to mention there was a big old crow in the yard using words they know didn’t you?”

     “What?”

     “You said, ‘look, outside, and yard’ and you used an excited tone.  They ran to look outside and saw the damned crow.”

     “Oh.  Sorry about that.”

     {Sigh}  Is there such a thing as a quiet day?

A salon day—just what the doctor ordered

 

     The way things were going this week, I thought I’d have to cancel my hair appointment.  However, DH was feeling much better today, still a little off balance but up and walking.  He woke me this morning before my alarm went off to remind me I had a hair appointment at noon.

     I blearily wandered downstairs to find a cup of coffee all poured and ready for me.  He’d even turned my computer on for me to start my normal daily routine.  He’s such a dear, dear man.

     If only the weather had been more cooperative.  We had rain, lots of rain and wind gusts of 30 mph.  Fifteen minutes before my appointment, I dashed out the door to my car.  An hour later I returned home refreshed, relaxed, and with shorter hair. 

     DH loved my hair.  The dogs had been angels for him.  My stress level had dropped to minimum and had the sun been out it would’ve been a perfect day.

     They say we’ll have sun by Tuesday.  I hope so because if the rain continues beyond that, we’ll have to build a freaking ark.

Short post tonight

 

     Things have been hectic around here.  DH was much improved by tonight.  However, Gavin ears have flared up again.  Is there really such a thing as sleep? 

     I did manage to get a couple of short naps but that’s about it.  We’re hopeful that by (checking the clock) hmmm, later today DH will be much better. 

     We’ve rain and wind.  The temperature is in the forties.  More crocuses have bloomed; the daffodils and jonquils have grown noticeably higher since yesterday.

     I hope you all have a good day today.

Warning about Tea Tree oil products for MS patients

 

     Yesterday DH was suddenly weaker than normal.  After he showered tonight he could barely stand up.  A few hours later, he couldn’t stand up.  In fact his legs and arms didn’t want to work at all.  This very sudden onset  led me to believe it was something new in the house that caused the problem and not his MS.

     I think we found the culprit.  There was only one new thing around here.  He got his hair cut yesterday and they used a conditioner on his hair containing Tea Tree Oil.  He liked it and bought a bottle.  He used it again tonight.

     I did some research and found that sometimes people are hypersensitive to Tea Tree Oil and can have muscle weakness and tremors from using it.  I’m betting that with his MS, DH is hypersensitive to it.  He won’t use it again and we’ll see if his strength comes back. 

     At this point, we will take the bottle of conditioner back (it wasn’t cheap) and ask for a refund we will also tell them they need to warn customers that there can be a side effect.  From now on he will tell anyone who cuts his hair to NOT use any product containing Tea Tree Oil on him.

A mystery writer’s alphabet

 

     A is for assassin.  B is for blood.  C is for cop.  D is for dead.  E is for elephants to hide the little clues.  F is for facts we keep them accurate.  G is for guns we like to use them, lots of them.  H is for hunt our protagonists must hunt for clues and killers, or homicide if that’s what you choose.  I is for interest we must keep yours.  J is for jail where we hope our killer goes.

     K is for killer, or knife, or even keep it simple.  L is for love life does the main character have one?  M is for murder of course.  N is for nefarious our bad guys must be this.  O is for outline a pain in the butt.  P is for plausibility.  Q is for questions we ask and answer.  R is for rewrite we do many.  S is for study.  T is for tension.  U is for usage think Strunk and White.  V is for variety.  W is write, and write and write some more.  X is the spot marked on the map.  Y is you the reader we must satisfy.  Z is the end.

We didn’t win the lottery today

 

     Gosh, darn it.  However, we didn’t play it today either.  G and I play two lottery games.  We each put in $3.00 and she buys the tickets when she’s at the grocery store.  She does the buying because she always goes shopping the same day every week like clockwork.  I don’t shop until I absolutely have to shop.

     The plan is to split our winnings the day we win.  (With our luck, everyone and his brother will hit the same day and we’ll make only enough to buy another ticket.)  What the heck, we keep playing.  We have dreams.

     We both dream about new houses.  Our plan is to hire a realtor to find us our dream homes within walking distance of each other.  Neither of us wants a huge, fancy house but we want comfortable homes.  It’s not that our homes aren’t comfortable, but we both have steep stairs to climb, and we aren’t getting any younger. 

     G dreams of being able to put her grand kids through college.  I dream of not having to worry about DH and him climbing stairs.  I don’t want to worry if we have enough money to pay for his medications and the bills each month.  I dream of taking care of my cousins and aunties.  G and I both dream of having our very first new cars.  We’ve always had used ones.  Compared to many people our dreams are simple. 

     If you hit the lottery for megabucks, what would you do?

With heavy, duty gardening comes…

 

     Sore muscles like you wouldn’t believe.  It probably wouldn’t be too bad if I hadn’t done twice the work today.  Tonight I have sore muscles that I didn’t know I had, and in places, I haven’t thought about since the weather got cold. 

     That’s okay though, since it felt wonderful to get outside and do things again.  I do hate winter because it turns me into a real couch potato. 

     Today I did a lot of over head work trimming vines back on the arbor.  Tonight, all that work is making its presence known in my neck, my back, and my shoulders.  Well, you get the idea.  You know what?  Growing older isn’t for sissies.  Nope, it’s not for sissies one bit.  Even five years ago, I probably wouldn’t have been as sore as I am tonight. 

     I’ll get over.  I’ll be out working in the yard until the predicted cold front moves through by the end of the week.  Of course, with cooler weather and rain I’ll be inside chomping at the bit to get out again.

     I can’t help myself.  I am dying to be able to sit outside at night and enjoy all the hard work.

Let the gardening begin!

 

     We had a gorgeous day with plenty of sun and the temperature in the mid fifties.  I dug out my leather work gloves—oops, going to need to shop for new ones, mine are full of holes.  Oh well, I tugged them on anyway and began the slow process of cleaning out the garden beds.  I cleared over half of the pond garden, backwashed the filter, and added some fresh water to the pond.  After three hours of work, I took a short break and brought the dogs out for a romp.

     I didn’t do much work on the side garden today since we do have a little bit of snow left in there.  However, I did drag out the rake and cleaned up many of the seed pods from the sweet gum tree.  At least those that were in the grass.  They look like teensy hedge hogs.  I did an hour of the rake, stoop, and pick up dance.  I have a ton of those seed pods in the side garden I need to remove yet but I’ll do that another day.  It was more important to get the ones up from where we walk.  Those suckers hurt when you step on them, even the dogs hate them. 

     I hauled a garbage can outside the fence and began to clean up after the slobs who litter around here.  I swept up glass, picked up paper litter, plastic cups, and bags, filling a large dog food bag with the detritus from the litterbugs.  That alone took me two hours.  Yes, a whole two hours wasted cleaning up other people’s garbage.

     Where was DH?  He was keeping the dogs company watching the TV.  It was a darned shame too, because he missed seeing the Downy Woodpecker feeding on the suet, the Cardinals taking a bath in the top of the waterfall, and the Black-capped Chickadees watching me from the fence.