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Poor little kitten in mittens
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I wish I knew what possesses people to dump animals. G has a kitten that someone dumped in her yard. He’s about 4 to 6 months old. The little guy is staying on her deck and in her yard. He is a brown tabby with four white mittens and a white bib. He has beautiful green eyes and a wonderful personality—very loving and outgoing. G can’t take him in because she already has three cats and they have already protested his presence in her yard. She doesn’t want to take him to the shelter because it is a kill shelter. All the no kill shelters are full and they won’t take him.
I can’t take him because Patty and Gavin don’t like kitties. We are trying to find him a home. Visually, he’s healthy no ear mites or fleas. As far as other health problems such as feline leukemia, we have no idea.
At least the weather is warm and G has a gazebo over her deck so he can stay dry. He’s been eating as if it has been weeks since he’s seen food.
If you live in Eastern PA and want him, let me know. I’ll put you in contact with G. The word is out. All we can do is sit back and wait for someone who wants a young cat.
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Remembering those who have fallen and those who still serve.
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My nephew in Afghanistan
May you all come home safe and soon!
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Men-o-pause
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Sleep, it’s a great thing if you can get it. I had about four to five hours last night. My body prefers a good eight. It seems that with the dread thing called menopause comes less sleep. If it isn’t hot flashes waking me, it’s the sweats. Then again, there are those nights where it’s impossible to fall asleep.
DH can tell when I’ve had a bad night because when he greets me he gets a glassy glare until I’ve had my coffee. Sometimes he might even get a growl. He pauses in mid sentence, points to the coffee pot, and waits for the second or third cup to kick in. He learned over the years never to stand between the coffee pot and me when I first get up.
Mood swings aren’t fun and I’m glad I don’t have them too often. DH is thrilled. What man wants his wife to go from zero to sixty in three seconds? His car yes, his wife, no.
Life is ever changing, and to tell the truth, I’m enjoying the heck out of this time of my life. There’s a sense of freedom now that I don’t remember having when I was younger. Yep, call me crazy but I like this.
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Can two objects occupy the same space?
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Today Gavin proved that the answer to that question is no. How did he prove it? Well, that’s the story for tonight.
I had Gavin out in the yard. He was behaving, sniffing around looking for a place to mark, when the kids across the street began doing a mad dash up and down the sidewalk. Gavin got excited and began to bark at them. Me, being the idiot I am, decided it was time to leash him and take him inside before he became too wound up.
He was standing still at the front fence barking at the kids. I reached for his collar to snap on the leash so I could drag him away from the fence. At that moment he decided to dart to his left. Where was I standing? I was at his left.
Now if you’ve never met a Bull Terrier in person you have no concept of what their heads are like. Think cinder block and you’ll have a decent idea.
Think fast, if I was at his left, and he dashed to his left, can two objects occupy the same space at the same time? The previously mentioned objects being Gavin’s cinder block head and my freaking knee, I say NAY. I also said ouch, and many other words in a sailor’s vernacular that tinged the air around me a lovely, bright shade of blue.
Yeah, go ahead and call me a klutz. You can even call Gavin an idiot for not looking where he was going. Now, if you all will excuse me, I need to pack my knee in ice again.
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Two weeks in the garden
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Yeah, it was worth the wait…
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Going postal over online banking
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My bank is driving me crazy. For the longest time I had set it up so I could pay certain bills online. I’ve been doing it for a long time. Now suddenly when I went to do this tonight, they said I didn’t have those accounts set up. When did they change it? Why wasn’t I told about it?
Frustrated, I jumped through their hoops and tried to set it up again. After wasting a couple of hours—yes I said hours. I still was unable to pay the bill I wanted to pay. Every time I tried, they gave me a present—an error message. Grrrr.
Well for cripes sake in the time it took me to jump through all those hoops I could’ve written out dozens of checks. Which I did anyway for the bill I wanted to pay because the stupid system wasn’t letting me make the payment online.
Of course, it’s the wee hours of Monday morning so I can’t ask them why. Nor can I ask them what happened to what I’d had set up and been using. Maybe the postal service complained to the banks and they decided to glitch everything so we’d have to mail our payments in.
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Happy Saint Patrick’s Day everyone!
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The trespasser
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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?
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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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Where did my concentration go?
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If I keep banging my head on my keyboard, I’m going to need a new one. I could blame my muse but it really isn’t her fault.
“Damned right it isn’t my fault.”
“No comments from the peanut gallery. May I continue?”
“Be my guest.”
The fault is mine. I can’t seem to concentrate. Maybe it’s from being stuck in the house so long. Could it possibly be the lack of sunshine and fresh air? My muse has tried to keep me on track.
“Yes, I have. You aren’t cooperating though.”
“If you keep interrupting I won’t get this post finished.”
“Shutting up now.”
“Good.”
As I said, my muse has tried to keep me on track.
“Quit repeating yourself. That nasty little editor will show up if you don’t stop.”
“Would you rather write this?”
“It’s against the rules.”
“What rules? Oh, never mind.”
I’ve lost my concentration. If I hunt for it, will I find it? Is there a lost and found warehouse for these things? Is there a grouchy old man behind a counter guarding all the lost concentration? Will I need to fill out a special form to get it back? To be continued…
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This is my 500th post!
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Wow, it makes feel as if I should have a celebration or something. Grab your party hats, raise your glasses, and toss some confetti. (I said confetti, not your cookies Mr. B. Elena cleaned up after you once today.)
I’ve noticed I can never predict how many readers a post will get. I don’t even come close. There are some that, as I write them, I think will draw readers. Only to find out at the end of the day, I was completely wrong.
I find that I am statistics addicted when it comes to my posts. After I go to my dashboard to approve comments, I hit the statistics page. Some totals I find easy to understand and others make me wonder. 6 hits a day or more on my Bottomline Books posts—easy to understand, they fleece people daily.
What makes me wonder, you ask. I wonder what sort of posts my readers prefer to read. Would you be interested in some short stories? My struggles of working to change from one of the unpublished to the published? Dialogues with the little editor, my muse, and characters? More ‘life with the idiot dogs’ tales? Life as the wife of someone with MS? Gardening? More recipes? On the other hand, I could continue to wing it as I’ve done for the last 500 posts.
On the weather front …It’s still snowing here and along with it, we have wind, lots of wind. I’m glad that I added fresh water to the pond when the temperature hit 45 degrees the other day, at least I don’t have to worry about the Koi.
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