Monthly Archives: June 2018
My back isn’t thanking me…
Armed with an electric chain saw, loppers, and a Fiskars Pruning Stik, I cut down half a large magnolia tree branch. The rest I’ll do next weekend.
I cut that half a branch into manageable pieces and fully loaded three large trash cans. They’ll go out to the curb on Monday.
Unless I hire a tree company again this cutting down the low hanging branches is going to take me all summer to do.
I’m saving the tree company call for the tulip poplar, that’s going to cost us way more.
Ah, the joys of owning a home with property and trees.
I’d rather have a beach home with only sand to worry about.
Stand up
Rob Rogers, editorial cartoonist for the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette, was fired Thursday because the publisher is pro-Trump and Rogers had been submitting cartoons critical of Trump. Memo to publisher: Freedom of speech and of the press includes cartooning. Memo to the good people of Pittsburgh: Cancel your subscriptions.
It has begun, the purge of people who speak out against #45.
I will stand up for Rob Rogers!
I will stand up for any cartoonist, journalist, writer, protester, man, woman, or child who speaks out against #45 and all of his cronies. They shine a light upon evil so we can see it with clarity.
Get this bastard (#45) out of office along with all who support his traitorous behavior in the highest office in this land. He insults the office. He insults our country. He insults us as a people.
His bigotry must have a light shined upon it for everyone to see it in all its ugliness.
His cowardice must have a light shined upon it for all to see its darkness and that the brave may shine as the brilliant lights they are.
His traitorous acts must have a light shined upon them so all can see him for what he truly is.
He is a bully, a con man, a liar, a bigot, a misogynist, and in his latest act he is an abuser of children.
If an author wrote this…
If an author wrote what is happening today in the US as a work of fiction…
- Anyone who read it would claim the plot was too far fetched to sell the book
- No agent would shop it out
- No publisher would buy it
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Pockets lots of pockets!
My order from Duluth Trading Co. arrived today. I spent more than I wanted to but I couldn’t find overall shorts anywhere else that weren’t all ‘stylish’ with the rips and tears. Sorry, I’d rather put my own wear and tear on my clothes and have them actually last for a while.
I was pleased to find the ones I bought lightweight and comfortable–perfect for summer yard work.
I do wish they had them in more colors but light brown will have to do. But wow, the pockets!!!
Even with 3 alarms set…
I still forget to take my pills.
If it’s not the morning ones, it’s the night ones I forget.
Three freaking alarms to remind me to take the damned things.
Can you say side tracked?
Interrupted on my way to take them and completely distracted.
Here are some forget-me-nots. Maybe they’ll remind me.
Two appointments this week…
The Curmudgeon has two appointments this week.
Pain management tomorrow/today. I plan to drop him off at the door and drive across the road to Target to pick up a couple of items we need.
This way I can kill two birds…etc.
Next one is Thursday and late enough that I can get to the farmers market before we go.
The cheese stands alone…
Our once proud nation is not what it was…We rip children from their mother’s arms and place them in what looks like dog kennels.
Our allies are no more.
Our friends no longer trust us.
We stand alone…like a large pile of stinky cheese.
How did that go?
Oh yeah…Heigh ho the derry oh the cheese stands alone.
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T many martunis?
Nope.
We had two each.
I nailed the recipe!
We had fabulous key lime pie martinis!
YAY!!!
Whew…we ran errands
G and I ran errands we’d put off because of the weather.
First stop was a garden shop where I bought 2 tomato plants, 4 pepper plants 4 okra plants, and two eggplants.
Next stop was out to lunch at Sumo. The hostess recognized us from our first visit. We got the luncheon bentos again but this time we both got soft shell crab, I got a salmon roll sushi, whereas she got the tuna roll. We both got shumai and rice as part of the plate, and, of course, it all began with miso soup and ginger salad.
Happily full, we then went to Giant for a few things and the pet store for Lucy’s chondroitan chewies.
Final stop on our trip was the farmers market where I snagged a bag of sweet peppers, and some potato salad to go with our leftover meatloaf for dinner. Then I got The Curmudgeon’s cookies. And finally some sweet hot pickles.
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The right vet
You know you have the right vet when she calls two days later and asks, “How’s our girl doing?”
Lucy seems better already
She’s back to trying to get The Curmudgeon to play with *the ball* he hates *the ball.*
I mean it, he really hates it.
I think it’s hilarious. The Curmudgeon will try anything to keep from having to play tug of war and throw *the ball* with her. He’d much rather play with any of her other toys.
You see, it’s the handles. When he grabs the opposite one she starts in with head shakes and it hurts his hand. Every time.
So, watching him try to convince her that any other toy is preferable is a hoot.
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