Category Archives: Misc

More snow, it’s going to be a long winter

    When I woke up today, we already had a few inches of snow on the ground. Since then it’s been steadily falling. Sure, it looks pretty but only if you don’t have to shovel it. At least with the full moon tonight it’ll be bright enough for me to go outside and clean off both our vehicles. What am I waiting for? I’m waiting for it to slow down somewhat maybe even stop.

    Our sidewalk shoveling angel came by late this afternoon. This time I caught a glimpse of the person and it is exactly whom I thought it was. I’m going to have to figure out a way to thank him.

    The pups like this snow. Unlike the last storm where it was all ice coated, hard, and slick, this time it’s soft, fluffy, and fun for them. Patty galloped around the yard. Gavin wanted me to toss a few snowballs for him. Short romps for them though their coats are too short for them to stay out there long. Once back in the house they were content to share the couch and laze out for several hours. Both Dear Hubby and I did the same in our chairs. It was the ideal sort of day to do nothing.

Beads and bedlam don’t play well together

     I wanted to sit down, listen to my French course, and work on a necklace for which I had an idea.  I needed to get my mind off my book for a little while and relax.  It didn’t happen.  When I pulled out my boxes of beads Gavin started shaking his head repeatedly.  This is not a good sign since he’s subject to a chronic ear infection.

     Gavin’s ear was bothering him again so I spent some time cleaning it out and babying him.  Poor dog hates having his ears cleaned but with a few cookies to aid me, I got the job done.  Tomorrow we’re making an appointment to take him to the vet.  He hates going there so this should be fun-NOT!

     Once I settled Gavin down, I started to get out my beading board.  Then I looked at the clock, realized that Dear Hubby was hours late returning home from his pain management appointment, and began to worry.  Trying to call him on his cell phone didn’t help since all I got was a busy signal.

     Then DH arrived home, he hadn’t made his appointment, instead he’d been in a minor fender bender and sat for over two hours waiting for the police to arrive.  Don’t worry he’s fine and his truck only had some paint transfer on it.  

     It’s no surprise that at this point the whole idea of working on a new necklace design escaped me.

“I want my kidney back.”

     A New York man donated a kidney to his wife in 2001 and now he wants it back.  This is all part of a bitter divorce.  He says he wants the kidney or 1.5 million dollars.  He’s a doctor he’s not poor.  He’ll survive, has plenty of money, and the ability to make tons more.  It seems to me it’s simply spite and greed on his part.

     Granted, if what he claims is true, that she had an affair and then filed for divorce in 2005, the man has a right to be pissed.  But there’s pissed and then there’s crazy pissed.  This to me is crazy pissed.

     Is a donated kidney something one normally lists among one’s assets in a divorce procedure?  (I don’t think so!)  Are body parts a marital asset?  (If so, then will all those husbands who paid for boob jobs, face lifts, tummy, and butt tucks before their divorces sprint to court for refunds?)

     Another thing, can you picture a judge ordering her to give the kidney back?  Not gonna happen. 

     On the other hand, if it should occur, what surgeon in his/her right mind would do the surgery?

Dust bunnies from hell

     Okay, I admit it.  I didn’t clean the house for Christmas.  I didn’t even give the floors a lick and a promise with a dust mop.  Why?  We had no company coming to visit.  We two, and the pups were all who was to be here.  Why fuss and clean like a maniac when there was no need?  

     Today I noticed a fuzzy bit sticking out from under my desk.  When I reached to pick it up there came a great gnashing of teeth and slashing of claws-I’d grabbed the tail of a killer dust bunny from hell.  It was only one of many.  The dogs retreated to their crates to hide from the vicious creatures. 

     I seized the mighty and magical vacuum, unleashed the awful power, and waged battle upon the creatures of fuzz and dust.  I emerged victorious.  The dirty fiends will grow, multiply, and before too long a new battle will begin. 

     Tomorrow, I shall wage war on the muddy paw print monsters, they are the sneaky invisible creatures that slink into the house and finger-paint on my floors trying to get the pups into trouble.

A day without sunshine is, um, night?

     When I woke up today, thick clouds covered the sky and it was dark enough to make me take a second look at my alarm clock.  It didn’t get any lighter as the afternoon wore on.  I expected it to storm any minute-it didn’t.  The sky brooded all day.

     There wasn’t much difference in the light when the sun (what sun?) went down.  It’s after two a.m. now and the clouds are still there-thick, heavy clouds.  The forecast says we could get as much as six inches of snow.  That’s okay.  I cleaned all that icy junk off my car and Dear Hubby’s truck today, so I’m ready for the next snow dump.

     The pups would be happier with a snow covering over that icy stuff in the yard.  Both of them could make do with some doggie snow cleats-do they make them?  The next question would be how funny would that look? 

     Patty manages fine but poor Gavin reminds me of Bambi in the ice skating scene with Thumper.  He scrabbles his way out a few feet and back.  The relief of making it to the steps is quite evident on his face.  Yes, we could do with a bit of a snow coating over the ice if only to give the poor dog some traction.

“Oh the weather outside is frightful…”

     Is how the song begins.  Tonight the weather is not as frightful as it is icy.  Gavin looked as if he wished for extra toes and claws as we slipped and slid on our trip outside.  Patty, who is a bit lighter footed and coordinated, had less trouble with the yard.

     Right before the sun set a crash of snow landed on the porch roof.  It shook the entire house and sent the two dogs into fits of barking.  It also drove me outside with more salt for the walk.

     Much to our delight early today, we had an elf come by and shovel our walk.  For years, we were the neighborhood elves who cleared the walks for everyone and it does my heart good to see someone returning the favor.  Dear Hubby can no longer do it and having it done before I got out there with a snow shovel pleased me no end.  I don’t mind shoveling snow but my muscles do a lot more complaining these days when I do it.  Thank you dear elf whoever you are.

     Tomorrow I’ll go start my car, crank the heat on high, drag out the ice scraper, and hope I can scrape and melt the icy snow off.  The weather report says there’s more on the way so I’d best get that stuff off before Saturday night when the next wave of storms comes through.

Snow groceries

     The weather forecast for Friday is snow with the possibility of it turning into a mix of sleet and rain.  I knew this when I went to the grocery store.  I knew the panicky load up the cupboard snow shoppers would be out in force. 

     Why is it that as soon snow is in the forecast people panic and dash to the store to buy an extra gallon of milk?  They have a full one at home but MUST buy another one before it SNOWS.  I saw dozens of people with milk and bread dashing for the check out line.  All the same, I had to do my regular shopping.  I was two weeks overdue and running out of things.

     When I arrived at the store, all I could find was one dilapidated cart.  It looked as though someone had used it to play bumper cars.  One front wheel refused to touch the ground and the cart wobbled like a three-legged milking stool with one short leg.  By the time I reached the check out, my loaded cart took the strength of Hercules to move.  I jealously eyed the carts of the snow shoppers.  I envied them those large, un-dented, smooth moving carts with only three items inside.  I grumbled at them for using the carts instead of the hand baskets-in which I wished they’d all take a ride to hell.  I groaned when I had to take my crippled cart to the car.

My cousin’s art blog

     Tonight I was so busy working on my book that I couldn’t think of anything to write about for my blog.  Then it occurred to me to send you over to see what my cousin is doing.  She’s quite the talented artist. 

     I haven’t seen her for about thirty five years and we only recently managed to get in touch because her sister directed me to the blog.  You’ll find the link to her blog in my blogroll-Carol’s art blog.

     She has quite a collection of her work there so do take the time to check through her back blogs.

     Have fun!

That white fluffy stuff

     Here on the east coast, it’s been pouring for two days and it’s still raining.  I’m glad all this rain isn’t snow.  If it had been, we’d be under several feet of the white fluffy stuff by now.  It has commonly happened to us here in the past.  I’m happy that so far this winter I haven’t had to go out and shovel snow.

     Over the years, I’ve taken pictures of the pathways we had to dig through the deep snow in our yard so the dogs could go out.  Our dogs aren’t little guys.  There was one year when Dear Hubby’s (four-wheel drive, extended cab) Chevy pick-up truck couldn’t make it out of our driveway because the snow was up to the top of the hood.

     I heard that Louisiana and Mississippi got snow.  Some areas even had a significant amount of snow, eight inches.  Therefore, to those of you in Mississippi and Louisiana I say drive carefully that white stuff is slippery.  In areas that get snow on a regular basis, gong under the speed limit when there’s snow on the ground is normal.  We learn this early. 

     Another snow tip: If you spray your shovel and snow blower chutes with cooking spray the snow slides off easily.

Another great TV show bites the dust

     As I watched Boston Legal tonight, it was with a heavy heart.  Though I took delight in the show itself, I sorrowed over the loss of it.  Tonight was the last episode of one of the best shows ABC has presented us in years.

     I will miss the passionate Alan Shore, the zany ‘mad cow’ afflicted Denny Crane, the calm Shirley Schmidt, and the rest of the charmingly offbeat characters in the cast.

     The show’s adept writers created a program that handled scores of sensitive subjects.  They dealt with racism, women’s rights, gay rights, disabilities, sexual harassment, and many other issues but they handled it well.  The characters steam rolled through with humor, sensitivity, love, and in Denny’s case political incorrectness and guns.

     What is ABC replacing this marvelous show with you ask?  One of those shows that doesn’t require writers or actors of any intelligence or ability.  They will be presenting us with another brainless reality show.  Not a show that draws you in and brings you to tears of joy or grief for characters you grow to love or hate.

     Instead of talented actors/actresses who deliver clever lines of impeccable dialogue that takes you to their world, you will get to watch another simple-minded show. 

     I can picture the network big wigs discussing expenses and coming up with, “Why spend money?  Why not put great writers and actors out of work and replace them with low budget, no talent idiocy.  The public won’t care.”

Cold remedies

     Gavin here, Mom is sick.  She has a bad case of the creeping cruds, or what you humans call ‘a nasty cold’ so Patty and I are standing in for her tonight.  We’re both curious about what she calls cold remedies.  We know she’s tried a few that some friends recommended. 

     Elena suggested to Mom that she should drink some thyme tea and even told her how to make it.  You should’ve seen Mom’s face when she drank that.  Patty says to tell you that Mom also said a few colorful words when she tasted it.  (None of which I’m allowed to type here.)

     Oh, excuse me a minute Mom is over in her chair coughing I must go jump on her chest and lick her face.

     Now where was I?  Ah, yes.  Cold cures.  A green tea and honey cure came from a neighbor.  There’s another one Mom swears by, hot and sour soup.  Dad got it for her from the Chinese restaurant.  It smelled good, we tried begging for some but she wouldn’t share.

     Do you have a special cold cure for our Mom?  We sure would like her up, around, and ready to play with us again.

Life in the fast lane—15 items or less

     I hate to shop.  Usually I wait until our cupboards are almost bare before I go to the grocery store.  However, today I was next door to one to mail a package and decided to run into the store for a few items I knew we needed. 

     When I walked in the door, I suddenly realized I didn’t need to push one of those big carts around.  This store has those small two-tiered carts or the old plastic baskets you can carry over your arm.  I opted for the two-tiered cart.  I’ve never had a large cart that didn’t have some odd quirk like veering to one side or the other or it has a wheel that won’t turn.  The little cart moved along like an air hockey puck it was a dream come true.

     I picked up my few items and started for the checkout line.  The express line had one person while all the others had at least four people lined up all with fully loaded big carts.  A quick glance told me I was under the express line limit.  My heart skipped a beat.  I couldn’t believe my luck.  Then I waited.  I waited some more.  I saw a woman walk past I’d seen in one of the long lines.  I saw another one go by.  No, the person in front of me didn’t have thirty items.  He had fewer things than I did.  Finally, after watching a half dozen people go past with full carts, I paid for my items and headed out the door.

     Why do they put the slowest clerk in the store on the express line?