Monthly Archives: March 2010
A Murphy’s law sort of day
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Have you ever had one of those Murphy’s Law days? You know what I mean, one of those days where everything that can possibly go wrong does. That was my day today from the beginning.
Knowing that today was going to be sunny and warm I wanted to get up earlier than usual so I could enjoy it. That didn’t happen I slept in later than normal. I forgot to set my alarm.
I wanted to see snow free gardens. I did, but then I also saw how much clean up work I have ahead of me. I wanted to take the dogs for a walk but a stray pit bull decided to hang around the neighborhood all afternoon. Patty does not like pits. Gavin will ignore leashed dogs on a walk but he is hostile to dogs on the loose. No walk.
I thought I’d grill our dinner. I took my time cleaning the grill and making it sparkle. Did you know you can’t cook on a gas grill without the gas? Yep, the tank was empty. Out came the frying pan.
There wasn’t much on TV tonight but DH did find that Castle was going to be on at ten. We’d stopped watching the show and figured that we probably had missed the episode. Nope, they’d repeated that one twice already and we’d seen it both times. At least DH kept quiet while I worked on my books.
Tonight I set my alarm clock. Tomorrow the weather is supposed to be nice again.
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They keep us laughing.
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If it weren’t for the dogs, I do think we wouldn’t laugh half as much as we do. If dogs had day planners, harass Gavin every minute today was in bold print in Patty’s. She didn’t give him one second’s peace at all. It might have something to do with the improvement of the weather.
DH said that she started early this morning. She enticed Gavin into bully runs and teased him by hucklebutting on the couch with the bone of contention in her mouth. (The bone from the pictures below.)
When I came down, Patty went into her mine, mine, mine it’s mine dance. At one point, after leaping about on the couch with the bone, she shook her head. The bone flew out of her mouth, and landed on the coffee table with a crash. The pups know that things on the coffee table are out of bounds. She stared at the bone willing it to move.
DH figured we’d get a few minutes of quiet. He was wrong. By that time, Gavin had enough of Patty playing queen of the hill. He walked over to the table, delicately lifted the bone, took it to his crate, and closed the crate door behind himself. We didn’t know he could do that.
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I see flowers starting to grow
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The yard is almost void of snow. A stroll around the gardens revealed numerous spring flowers trying to push through the mulch. I can’t wait for them to bloom.
Both the dogs were past silly with this noticeable change in the weather. They don’t care that March came in like a lamb they’re happy it’s getting warmer and the snow is leaving. They leapt about the yard in wild abandon.
The birds were also letting us know that the weather was improving. I haven’t heard so much birdsong in months. What a joy it was.
DH was in a jollier mood. I even took two walks, one with each dog. It was nice to get out.
We’re looking forward to this weekend and the predicted temperatures of the mid fifties with sun, lots of sun.
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They say a picture is worth a thousand words…
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- Mine! {Sigh, baby sisters are a pain}
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- I said gimme!
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- Gimme
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- I want his
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- Bone chewing time
Gavin can be so tolerant…
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In a pickle regarding my concentration
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Describe it? How does one describe that? I would have given the giant a proper answer, but I couldn’t concentrate on his question. What a pickle.
The giant impatiently drummed his fingers on the counter top. This made a din as loud a midsummer thunderstorm. I barely heard his next question. “Is it bigger than a pile of troll poop?”
“How big is a pile of troll poop?” After fleeing from a few of them this past night, I had a general idea, but it couldn’t hurt to be sure.
“About as big as you, you little human turd.”
“My, aren’t you the sweetheart. Does your mother know you talk this way?” How about that. I made a giant blush. “Isn’t there some other way to find my concentration without a description?
“You could hire a guide gnome and go look for it in the back.”
“What’s that going to cost me?”
“You have a garden?”
“Um, yeah.” I shuddered at the thought of having a gnome in my garden. I doubted my gargoyles would approve. Would they go on strike? Oh dear, imagine that picket line.
The gnome guide led me through the weirdest collection of items I’ve ever seen. He kept singing a little ditty under his breath about having to get out of here.
“You’ll know you’ve found it when you feel a tug on your brain.”
“A what?”
“A tug. A pull. Are all of you humans so dense?”
We were on the second floor near the back wall when I felt a yank not a simple tug. I still can’t describe it but as it settled onto my head and sank into my brain, I felt at ease once again.
Hey Jim, your balance should arrive soon. I told them where to send it.
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The hunt for my concentration
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A loud buzzer sounded inside. The door, groaning on its hinges, opened at a snail’s pace. Shades of a D grade horror film. I hate horror films.
A green cloud billowed out of the opening. The foul stench made me gag. I thought nothing could be worse than Gavin’s farts—I was wrong.
Two steps in found me hopelessly tangled in a spider’s web of sticky, red tape. My muse wasn’t kidding. All I needed now was to have some giant, horror of a spider skulking above me. Don’t look. You won’t be happy if you look. Beads of nervous sweat rolled down my back.
I used my trusty little pocket knife to hack through the gluey strands. Like a jungle explorer, I slashed my way forward. Eight struggling steps brought me to a tall counter, the top of which was even with my forehead. I had to back up two steps to see over it. I wished I hadn’t.
“Fee Fi Fo Fum. I smell a human who must be dumb.” The giant glared at me.
My first attempt to answer came out as a mouse squeak. I cleared my throat and answered again. “Not dumb, determined. I lost my concentration and I need to find it.”
“Can you describe it?”
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At the lost and found warehouse
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We’d been driving through the Whimsy Warehouse District for over an hour when my muse pointed at a nondescript, three floor high cement block building. “There it is, over there.”
“It had better be the right building this time.”
“I’m sure it is.”
“That’s what you said at the last half dozen or so buildings. Just for the record, I’m not fond of being chased by vicious trolls with huge teeth.”
“You don’t have to be mean.” My muse’s lower lip quivered and her eyes filled with tears. “I told you I was sorry. I haven’t been out here for over a quarter of a century. ”
“No need for waterworks.” I parked in front of the building. A small sign with ‘L&F’ crudely painted on it hung above door. “It really doesn’t look as if they want this found.”
“They don’t.”
“Does that mean more trolls?”
“Um, not so much.”
I hesitated on opening my door. “What does that mean?”
“Red tape. Lots of red tape.”
“No trolls?”
“No trolls.”
I got out of the car but my muse didn’t. Red flags went up. “Are you coming?”
“I’d rather stay in the car.”
“Why?”
She refused to answer. I shrugged, trudged through the flags to the door, and rang the tiny doorbell that was nearly out of my reach…
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