Well, this will be the third or fourth time Raymour and Flanigan has come to fix or replace The Curmudgeon’s lounge chair.

They replaced it once and fixed it at least twice.

He’s hard on his chair because that’s where he is all day, every day, he is in his chair.

This time part of the mechanism for the foot rest sheared off and dropped to the floor, leaving him stranded with his feet up.

Sort of reminded me of a turtle on its back.

Finally got the foot rest down and hauled the ottoman over to his chair. Told him, “use this until they fix the chair.”

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Sleeping Lucy

Gavin and The Curmudgeon

The pups were enjoying a lazy day while The Curmudgeon sat engrossed in his TV programs.

I managed to get a few things done and the mowers have the yard mowed, including the filled in pond area. (Usually I try to have that area weed whacked because of stones and cement blocks still there from the pond.) I hadn’t gotten around to doing it and the weeds stood quite tall. It looks nice now.

I still have to get out there and pull the overgrown vines and bind weed off the miniature lilac and the shed.

Weather permitting I will get it done.

Or not…

So, we don’t set the trap if the weather is hot or at night.

Night time trap setting will only net us an opossum or a skunk.

We want the opossums around, they eat ticks. They don’t destroy my tomatoes, peppers, and eggplants.

After the relocation, the trap remained closed but baited. We had three more squirrels lined up to take the bus.

There’s always tomorrow.

Gavin the old dog has had two bad nights. I’m hoping he does better tonight.

The Curmudgeon had a very bad day, then yesterday was better, I’m hoping today is also good.

I look around at all the dirt and grime and wish I had the energy to clean this damned house or a crew to get it done for me so all I have to do is keep it up afterwards.

It’s all gotten too far ahead of me.

The more I see it, the more depressed I get.

The more depressed I get, the less energy I have to do it.

Most days these days, I just say fuck it.

Does everyone have days where they’d rather be completely alone all day or better yet, for a few days?

Or is that just me?

I crave it like some crave sweets.

I can’t help it, the constant demands on me have turned me into quite the antisocial person.

But, then again, I do enjoy going out and having fun with my friends.

I guess I am an extroverted introvert or is that an introverted extrovert?

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Watching Gavin grow old is hard.

Poor dog still bounces around on his good days.

But he sure does wobble and stumble on his bad ones.

Clearly today was a bad one.

He’s still game though.

Gentlemen,
Never tell your wife, “Wow, you sure are getting grey.” if you are the cause of every grey hair on her head.

You might not survive.

Sometimes he forgets that I write murder mysteries. Not smart.

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