Tuesday

Well, I didn't ask the chaperone again That's the  schoolmarm looking lady who watches us work out and shushes anybody who accidentally makes noise. I was going to ask her how to use the other machines but she left the space just as I was finishing up - possibly to go track down the girl who clapped everytime she went another mile, to tell her to stop such displays! Yesterday I listened to her tell a weightlifter to make less noise as he lifted weights, much to his consternation, he  thought he was being quiet but apparently he was grunting too loudly. Oh, and there is absolutely no dropping of the weights.

The gym is almost silent except for some YMCA approved light pop muzak that is piped in. You can actually hear yourself sweat. You can also hear the person next to trying to catch heir breath. I think the machines have some sort of radio setting and I am going to have to get some cheapo headphones and try it out, its better to work out with a good beat or duh! just bring my phone out and make Spotify do its thing! I'll go to Big Lots at lunch and get a pair of the clunky headphones and use those, I really don't like the little ones, they don't stay in my ears and they hurt. I'll just stick the phone in my  zippy new exerbra and away we'll go. Problem solved.

Today I walked through  either Ontario or Toronto or possibly parts of both and then ultimately through some national park . What I really wanted to be doing was walking through hills and dales the whole time, I already walk through a city and lets be honest, all cities look about the same. Onces you've dodged one tourist, you have dodged all the tourists, they all look the same! And its not like they take you through the most attractive parts of the cities either, For most of the trip its just city streets, and not interesting or visually compelling streets either! Does anyone really think this is fun? I mean if you are a runner or a walker does this help pass the time? I want to walk along a path through the woods, I want  nature. I do not want  other people or traffic or buildings or concrete, I can not possibly be the only one.

Today I went a little further, 1.59 miles. Still a nothing walk for Rocket and I, but I kept adjusting how steep the grade was so some of it was very up hill, but I got tired of that very quickly and put it down to a more reasonable grade, but today I had it set at a much  faster speed setting, so that was good. Yay me. Tomorrow I really want to learn how to make the recumbent bike work.

There is another setting where you can watch yourself run laps around a track and that looks very boring, even more boring than walking past Italian dumpsters which is what I did yesterday. Today was a fish market and a sea wall.

Monday

Well, that  was a weekend. Rocket is still exhausted and I finally got the soden blanket out of the car. Rocket and I both learned that there is no dog ball small enough to get out of the rain

FRiday night I saw the Mr. Rogers documentary and it is as good as they say it is but it is not the weeper that they say it is either. I wanted more details and behind the scenes information and those were missing, it was more of a hagiography, which is nice and Mr. Rogers certainly deserved such tender loving care but at the same time, how about something interesting about the show? I understand there is a book that I might read because it may actually be what I am looking for formation wise. The Tom Hanks Mr. Rogers movie is based on that book.

Earlier Friday, I joined the YMCA. I  am gaining weight and I am tired of it and I need to lose it and my current walking regime is not doing it. So enter gym. Today I went for the first time.

It is very shiny. I went to the bathroom to change clothes and I got lost. I found my way out and went to the first time I knew how to operate, the treadmill. It had a screen! If I had a pair of headphones and could remember my Netflix password I could have watched Netflix.

What I ended up walking to was a pre-set trip through various European villages. Lovely, but I walk through concrete every day. I don't want to walk down streets and dodge cars, I do that every day. It took a long time to get to walking through wilderness and that was the very end. I think you must be able to change where you walk. I need to have someone show me how to make things work. I need a tour.

I spent a half and hour on the treadmill and was soaking wet and needed to get home to the dog, I got lost in the bathroom again. I'm going back tomorrow and want to do something not the treadmill, I already walk I don't need more walking. Tomorrow I'm going to get someone to help me out and show me what I can do in a hour that will be helpful to me.

TGIF

One of my neighbors said that he saw a "big fat woodchuck" the other day. And I said "really? on this street?" I have never seen one here, once on a walk I saw one downtown and it didn't belong there either,bit at least it most likely lived in the park across the street.

This morning I saw a "big fat" something that was most certainly not a woodchuck. I saw a big, fat raccoon and I and sure that that was what my neighbor saw and misidentified as a woodchuck. Woodchucks can be fat but they are not big. He saw a racoon and I'm almost positive he saw the same one I did. It was big and it was fat and it was most definitely a racoon. Not a woodchuck. Several years ago my coworkers and I wasted a lot of state time and resources researching woodchucks so I should know from woodchucks

Problem solved. Woodchucks don't eat your gardens either, they eat clover.

Anyway, this has been a horrible week, 45 has managed to not get forced from office or face impeachment and little tiny children are in cages and he is not. We had better pray for all those children and their families in Church this Sunday, did you see how they take their rosaries away from them? What kind of anti-Catholic bullshit is that? We should be doing lots of praying for them in Church and setting up vigils and pickets. Get on it Catholic Church! These are your people! Fight for them!


Deep, cleansing breath. I am going to go see the Mr. Rogers documentary and its suppose to be very good.

Here is a picture of Rocket.

TGIF

For those of you keeping track, Rocket has safely gotten his bordetella shot and is once again street legal and fit for public consumption. His daycare requires he get it twice a year but other facilities are okay with once a year.  He's good for another six months.

Go us. And so fast forward walk, dinner, rerun watching, trying to decide what I'm wearing to work tomorrow, already thinking about what about lunch tomorrow -  do I go to my regular Chinese place and try out their unfamiliar to me fish options and waste valuable lunch time dickering over choices or do I just go with my McDonalds fish burger, that I know I like and have a proper lunch hour? I like to do my worrying ahead of time.

Right now I am watching Olympics, Drag Race and Project Runway. I can't actually watch three shows at once, so I had to jettison PR and set it to tape later.   

Finally! Ladies ice skating! This is why we all tuned in! Not to watch Finns and Chinese speed skate! No one wants to see that, we are watching because everyone wants to see the ladies  ice skating, this is The Winter Olympics! This is why we watch and it is insulting that they keep putting it on later and later and putting it on off-channels and online only.

If you are going to hide something, hide curling or one of the 400 different speed skating varieties or long distance skiing. And really? Its nice that NBC is being good about showing sports we have no chance in hell at ( kind of like ladies ice skating, when I think about it) but stop cutting away from skating to really dull sports we aren't even pretending to be competitive at so they can say how many sports they are covering.  I even want to see ice skaters from Jamaica!

But. I won't be able to see the really, really good skaters because they won't hit the ice until way after my bed time and I know if I tape it, I won't watch it because I'll already have the results. and I'm mad at the Russians and their non-team anyway. They shouldn't be there anyway. Drug fiends.

Tuesday

Today was very pretty. Very bright, very sunny, very lovely. Cold and windy as it wanted to be. Very bitchy weather. I took the dog for a walk because he didn't get one at all Monday because it was still raining and I could tell he was getting antsy.

 I walked out the office and was shocked to see there had been no change from lunch. So no walk in the morning and no walk at night either. My fitbit is going to be snarky about how many days I exercised this week and there is no way to tell it that it rained. It doesn't cotton to any excuses on your part. It fully expects you to get out there, rain or shine and do your part.

So Tuesday, in the interests of making it up to my fitbit and the dog, we took two walks, one in the morning, when it was still wet, and one after work, thankfully, sans rain. I thought after work because it had managed to get colder and now it was windy - that I would change things up by not wearing the cheap one-size-fits-all knit gloves that I wear every day as they are not very warm and I am tired of cold hands. I went with much warmer mittens, I thought these would improve my  hands warmth.

I discovered why adults don't wear mittens, even though they are warm, much warmer than one-size-fits-all knit gloves. We need our fingers. We need to be able to use our hands and mittens impede use of hands. Kids can really rock flippers, we as adults can not. I mean, I'm sure they are great for making snowballs and riding bikes but they suck for trying to tie up poopy bags. I'm just saying, adults need to adult and mittens don't make it easy.

I also chose the wrong hat, I have the right hand and chose the wrong hat and I ended up with cold ears a hundred yards from the house. Not okay. The slacks I wore to work weren't made for the cold either, I could have changed into much warmer pants, should have, could have, would have. Didn't. Did have cold legs.

So I had cold ears,  my chin wasn't happy about the whole thing, my hands that were warmer than they are normally under the circumstances but were all but useless and I had cold legs. But it wasn't raining, I had to find something to be happy about, at the very least, for the first time since Saturday night, it had stopped raining. It would have really sucked to be out in the cold, driving wind and damp. I mean if it was still raining I would have been where I was all weekend, under a blanket with the dog watching TV, but where are the health benefits there? There are none.

Walking and getting exercise are good for you.  Its good for me, it's good for the dog, its good for us. I tell myself that as I slog home every night and my legs are tingling from the cold and I can't feel my hands or my ears and my nose is running. "This is Good For Us."

Wednesday

You know what would be nice? If I could bring a cat to work with me every day. Probably Tiny kitty, because he is very small and friendly and portable.

The news just does not get better. The stress does not get  less hard, the anxiety doesn't get less constant. What the world and I need these days is more cats at work. Or more of my cats at work, I'm not sure how I feel about rando cats at work, I mean other than the rando cats that may or may not be present outside. I haven't seem cats outside but I have seen woodchucks. I am not sure how woodchucks would feel about moving inside and being office pets, I don't think they would like being in a clover free environment.

I think my cat or cats depending on how Big Cat feels on a given day, are very well suited for being workplace cats and I think they should come to work with me daily. I could keep their box in the empty room we use as a  food room when there is food - rarely, and on those rare occasions when there is food in that room, I could move it into the hallway nook. Its an old building, we have nooks.

I have thought about this at length. I also saw a picture of a cat in a snuggie online and I know it can be done and it  was a large cat in a snuggie so I know that a small cat in a snuggie is absolutely doable. I think I should get a doctors note saying I need a cat snuggie actually, I think if more people had doctors notes for cat snuggies there would be less people on tranquilizers and possibly, fewer people on pain killers. Cat snuggies can save America, empty the shelters and possibly bring down 45.

Little know fact. Lime flavored jello tastes like lime flavored jello. Even when mixed with whipped topping, it does not make it taste less like lime jello or turn it into something on a higher plain. It is still lime jello and it is gross.

New Phone!

Not much to say today other than I finally replaced my old phone  the very bad G7 with the very sexy G8! I could have gotten the even sexier G8+ but I didn't want to be too sexy.

It is a very pretty phone and mine is dark blue, not that it matters, I put it into an Otter Box immediately, before I even left the store so it could be any color and it wouldn't matter. The best thing about New Phone is that it has a camera that works! so I can take pictures with my phone again! Our long national nightmare is over! Our other long national nightmare is over, the other one is ongoing, sorry.

I'm happy hat I can go on vacation and take pictures with it and my real camera and be covered 24-7. Now when I'm walking the dog I can take pictures again and that makes me very happy. There is a guy playing the accordion on random corners and I have being dieing to get his picture and now I can! whee! Its the little things.

I can also buy chargers for this phone anywhere and don't have to buy special ones like I did for the bad phone, but now I have to go and buy new chargers because I don't know where all my old chargers are anymore - but normal chargers are cheap and plentiful so yay! New phone comes with a kewl cordless charger thing, well, the thing has a cord but you just put the phone on it and the phone magically charges just by touching the charging base - but in the right place, I did find it does have to be positioned carefully. But still, yay! New Phone!

Tuesday into Wednesday

So much work for a day off! Weed whacked the jungle in the back yard with Broskys weed whacker and now my arms hurt, mowed the jungle with my mower (yay!) and now I have a semblance  of yard in my yard but I'm going to have to mow it again over the weekend.

I was going to mow the front yard too but I reminded myself it was just a Tuesday and I had to go back to work tomorrow and there was no sense exhausting myself like I had a Sunday coming to recover. I didn't, I had a Wednesday and an alarm to contend with.

And the computer at work hated me and IT messed up my label maker and now I'm going to have to go back and correct  over a  year's worth of DSS updates before I go on vacation! I'm so excited!  Because that is not going to be super time consuming or tedious  at all.

Tonight I cleaned up the back bedroom in preparation for the window guys to install my windows. They haven't told me exactly when they are going t o be here but I know they are going to give me no warning at all - because I can tell these guys are douchebags and that is how they roll. They are going to call me in the afternoon the day before and I am going to not have near the time I need to prepare for them. I can at least get the room I am not sleeping in ready to go ahead of time. Happier thoughts, here is Rocket at the ocean, in Oriental over the weekend.

Okay July 4th. Fireworks! I went to the Raleigh firework show and it was very nice. I drove around forever to find somewhere to park and ended up not getting a spot until right before the show started -  and watching them from a different place than I normally do, I normally watch from Fayetteville street, right underneath where they go off, this year I was behind Shaw University. It was a different perspective .

The fireworks setting on your camera isn't there to take up space, it actually works!

TGIF

Friday. Finally. I'm so tired. Next week we have Tuesday off, and I should have asked for Monday off but I completely forgot, my fault, I could have had a long, long weekend but I forgot. Dumb. However. The day I am not getting off, both my immediate supervisors are off so the day does have that going for it.

I will be going on vacation at the end of the month, so I am getting time off this month as it is, but I need time off now. But I do have time off now, I have the weekend and I am going to see my parents for the first time since Tiny got sick and we'll see how he fairs this time. Hopefully, he will do better this trip and I won't bring back a sick cat again. I'm going to keep a very close eye on him this time.

But happy thoughts! Its my Moms birthday and that's a happy day and its the weekend of my parents Anniversary and my Dad has his grill ready to go and the weather is supposed to be good and we're going to have a good time. And Yay. So happy Thoughts!

Thursday

I'm pretty sure my friends family isn't going to do a funeral for her or least not a public one that her friends from work could go to.  It would be nice to have some closure, but you can't really demand that the family, who you don't know and have never met and have no idea how to contact, come across with a pricy funeral because you need closure.

I think she would like to know that her friends wanted to go see her off, but maybe she wasn't into funerals, it could have been her choice. It would have been nice to have a decent obit though. Because really, you know, at least a decent obit, is it too much to ask? I also want to know how her dogs are? She had two very elderly, sickly black labs that I made cookies for every Christmas  for years. She got them after her husband died so she wouldn't be alone in the house and those dogs were very important to her, and if they are still alive, they must be devastated by her loss.

Well, that's about it. I did get the dogs med, I think it was cheaper this time around, so yay. It was all about me calling the vet to get them to call the pharmacy to get the med ordered though. If I had left it up to the pharmacy to call the vet to get the med ordered it would have taken a week to get it. It would have been super awesome if the pharmacy could have called me to let me know the script was ready or, if when I called to check on the script if the computer had been up to date, because it told me it was not ready and I had a stroke. I then called back and talked to a person who told me it had been ready since Monday...

Now I'm going to empty the dishwasher and fill it and maybe run it! Whee!!!

TGIF

Just spent entirely too much time trying to be clever on Twitter for an audience I'm not entirely sure can even see my posts.

Its hard to be both funny and make sense in 140 characters and every time someone is both, please be impressed. Steve Martin is a genius. He wins Tonys and Grammys and Emmys and any other trophy he really sets his mind to and he's successfully funny in 140 characters.

Now, I have to take a shower because I had to rebag the remains of the lawn refuse that the lawn guy bagged up when he did my shrubbery, he only had three bags and they were black bags, he city will not take black bags no matter how clearly full of lawn waste they are. I had to take all the waste out manually ( yuck)  and put it in clear bags so the city will take them away. Now I am filthy and hot and sweaty.

My new definition of "princess" is City garbage  worker  on the clock who won't pick up black trash bag because it might have something yucky in it" - the reason they gave as to why we all need to now go out and buy new bags for our yard waste if we want the city to take it away. But its just fine for me  to dig through the black bags and to do it for free.

The yard guy was here, yesterday, early with his gear and his trailer and he could have picked up the offending bags from my yard, and taken them away, much like he could have taken away the refuse last week when he was here and did the work, which I believe he does when he does other peoples work, when I think of it, I don't see other neighbors with bags of crap in their yards, he takes that mess away.

 He did my neighbors work the day he did mine and they didn't have bags of leaves to deal with. Now I;m annoyed with him and I'm going to mow my own grossly over grown yard myself with my electric lawn mower - which I have avoided since it was broken for so long and fixing it never worked for very long. It also means plugging my freezer in elsewhere, but I'm up for the challenge. Screw you little lawn mower man, I don't pay you so I I can get dirty and sweaty and mess with bags of leaves, I pay you so you can get dirty and sweaty and mess with bags of leaves.

Piss me off and I will mess with my own leaves and you won't get paid at all.

Monday

I forgot to tell you a story.

On Friday I ate lunch at Burger King, I eat there once a week. I would rather eat at my favorite Chinese place but they insist on watching CNN - when did any place that  feature TV decide that we have to watch news? Why can't we watch reruns or game shows or animal shows. They have cable, the world is their oyster, they could have their TV on just about anything else and they insist on news. I don't want to watch news. I want to eat lunch in peace. I can't do that if the news is on. That place has two TVs for years they kept one tv tuned to FAUX and one to CNN, fairly recently they changed them to being both the CNN, so I guess that is a win but , geeze.

I did score there once though. I got them to mute the TVs until I finished my meal.

So Now I go every Friday to Burger King to eat lunch, so I can eat lunch in peace, where they 1) watch sports on their TV and 2) have outdoor seating.

This Friday I was happily seated outside, eating my favorite chicken sandwich and reading my David Sedaris book. A woman approached me and asked if she could sit with me. There was another empty table  behind us and two others at the building - but I was really reading my book and I said "sure", but I was thinking Why are you sitting here? With me? Go away, go someplace else. Please don't talk to me, pleasedon'ttalkto mepleasedon'ttalktomme.  Thankfully, she did not talk to me and I finished my meal and left. As I was leaving I noticed she was eating a jelly sandwich!  It wasn't even Burger King food. Why are you sitting with me at Burger King and you aren't even eating Burger King food?!

That takes nerve. No one ever sat with me at the Chinese place. They would make you leave if you tried to eat a foreign, DIY  sandwich. However, they don't have outdoor seating, you are not allowed to escape their imposed 24 hour news cycle.

So in order to not get stressed out by the news cycle, I pay more for less food that is less good for me. I could pay less for better food hat I like better, but I choose not to because they won't change the channels to something less stressful. I pay more to have a less stressful, if less healthy lunch. Its a thing.

One of my friends from college wife was on a car accident today that left her with  two broken wrists and multiple broken ribs among other injuries. They have two young sons. Think  a good thought for them

Friday

I realized almost too late that  the  lawn mower guy was not going to come back to remove the clippings from the job he did on my shrubbery. I just assumed that if he produced the mess that he would remove the mess - well, for $60, No.  For $60, The bagging is the job of the home owner, so the reason there is no real entry,  is that I spent the best part of my evening bagging up shrubbery leavings.

Six big bags of shrubbery leavings, the big lawn bags. Six of them. I pulled out both of my clippers, the ones for clipping branches and leaves so that I could make it easier to get them in the bags. I have learned from earlier outings that it is better to work on them before you try to bag them because they tear up the bags otherwise.

Earlier, I had a panic attack about Tiny and his litter box and the contents there in? On the upside? There are contents! so that is a win, my issue is that they are very small contents and and some are very small and last night I saw him do the sad squat move and that is not okay.

So I called the hospital. I called and talked to a tech who did not make me happy. I asked about reupping his pain meds and she told me that we didn't want to give him a drug problem!
 He's a cat! I don't even know if animals can become addicted to pain killers in a week, especially if they are actually if they are in pain. I was left feeling unsoothed.

About an hour later, the hospital called me back and I talked to a doctor who reminded me that his little urethra was still really inflamed and sore and to cut it a little slack and that he would be going to the box frequently, but over the next week or so, he would be going less and less so and peeing more at a time and his pain would be decreasing soon. Also, I could ask my vet to give me more of the meds I have and if they couldn't, I could get more from the hospital . Kitty Addict my eye. I felt soothed.

TGIF

Things I accomplished this evening:

Yearly Optometrist appointment
Picked up card for friend whose elderly cat unexpectedly passed today
Walked dog, full walk
Fed dog
Drove to mall to  get new glasses
Got dinner at mall
Did laundry
Packed for weekend
boxed up pills for next week for dog and I
switched purse over to spring/summer
trash and recycling to curb
chased the cats around with intent to cat blog

Random

Yesterday I walked out of my building in the rain, through my parking lot in the rain, and out to my car, in the rain. Then I drove to the Sam's, walked through the parking lot in the rain, did my business with Sam's, walked through the parking lot in the rain again, and drove home.

I walked in the house, greeted the dog, took him out, in the rain, and then announced that I was going to change into sweats and we were going to spend the rest of the evening in the house watching hours of TV. Which we did. It was marvelous.

I paused the TV for a bit so I could mop the dogs room with pee-be-gone, and now it smells much better. I don't know where he did it, I never came home to find a puddle, but he did it somewhere at some point because the odor was eye squintingly sharp and I was over it. Now the house smells like pee-be-gone. Which means my house smells like a funeral parlor - one part disinfectant, one part formaldehyde and one part dead flowers. Its a dream come true if you've been playing hide and seek with dog pee or, the dog did not pee and what I was smelling was  the actually more noxious - outdoor male cat spray. There is an outdoor cat and my windows have been open and that cat could have sprayed and it could have in theory, gotten into my house. My dog is very house trained.

Whatever it was, it is g-o-n-e.

Today I walked out of the building I  the overcast and I thought that there was some chance that the dog and I might have a chance to get a walk. It was fun spending hours in my sweats watching TV, I don't want to spend every night like that - it makes it less special.

I took the dog out and it was nice enough. I made dinner and it was nice enough. I fed the dog, still okay. I sat down to eat and it started to rain. Hard. And it kept raining.

The closest thing I came to a walk was wandering around Target when I went to get Rockets meds - drama free this time.

I was watching so much TV last night I missed some TV. I have Direct TV and they have told me over and over that as a customer  that I can watch TV anywhere, I finally took them up on that. It just took me an hour and a call to customer service to figure out how to make it work. Silly me thought that when they asked for my email, they actually wanted my email. No, they wanted some weird beard ATT email I didn't even know I had. That was fun. But anyway, I watched a TV show on my computer and it was really kind of cool. So now I'm wondering, can I watch Drag Race on my computer since my parents crappy cable doesn't carry VHI and I'm going to be there over the weekend?  I'll see.

Weekend

You know why I hate Wally? I was nosing around their 50% off plant area because they get bored watering stuff and let them half die and think they are dead and put them on discount to get rid of them before they are 100% dead . Well, I found three plants that were half off because they were half dead.

I knew all they really needed was to get watered and they would bounce right back, well, two just needed water and the other needed to be watered and repotted - I was even going to buy the new pot from Wally, so Ka-ching for Wally. I walked all around the store planning new lives for my half dead plants. They were going to have good lives too. And now they are dead.

I went up to the cashier and asked for a price check on my half off, half dead plants just to make sure they were half price.  They were full price! No sir. I will not pay full price for half dead plants! No. If the checker had half a brain in her head she would have called a manager over and had him make a decision about these dead plants and I'm pretty sure it would have been "Get these dead plants out of my store. Half off sounds good."

They were half off, theywwere on the half off table! under the half off sign! The last of their kind in the store. Wally didn't have its computer system updated - a common problem, and they lost a sale. I was even going to by a replacement pot at full price . The cashier could have seen I was a little upset about not getting those plants - that were now cluttering her station, and Owned The Problem and Solved The Problem. But , she didn't. and she cost her store the sale and my goodwill. and killed those plants.

Earlier Saturday, I was more successful. I went to Artsplosure and bought Art! I am not really interested in Alpacas, but I saw  painting of one at one of the tents and I kept thinking about it. I decided if I was still thinking of it when I was ready of leaving, I should go back and take a closer look.

Well, I looked all all the tents and a lot of gorgeous art - so much nicer than last year, much better variety of art than last year! I was very unimpressed last year with what they had. This year was a great improvement.

So, I looked at everything and I was still thinking about that alpaca and I retraced my steps and finally found the tent. I have excellent taste, that alpaca was $375. Clearly, it was not my Alpaca, there must be another Alpaca that was actually mine. The problem was, I really liked the $375 Alpaca, the expression was perfect and was just so soothing. I need soothing right now. Fortunately, the artist had prints and she had prints of other alpacas , she also had some very nice cows, and some, I thought, very judgy sheep and some goats that just looked a little snippy to me and finally, a  somewhat soothing alpaca - although,  not quite as intensely soothing as the $375 alpaca . I spent a lot of time studying the varying degrees of calming provided by the  alpacas and decided that the $30 alpaca was adequately calming. I brought her home.

And then I cleaned the kitchen. I mopped the floor and scrubbed the counter tops. I was tired of being embarrassed of how gross it was . It was a lot of work and now  after all that work : it looks exactly the same as it did before, but much less dirty. Sigh.

Sunday, I moved outside and did so much yard work. So much pulling of ivy, cutting of young, u necessary trees, clipping of hedges, chopping back of unwanted shrubberies, cutting yards. I sa no signs of snakes or rats.

Big pile of  soon to be dead leaves

Friday Cats Blogging

TGIF

Another day another three or four chances to say "Oh Jesus H. Christ What Fresh Hell is This?! Every morning when I check my phone  I morph into Captain Picard and I am asking whomever he asks to give the bridge a  DAMAGE REPORT, because I know something terrible has happened over night. I wake up every morning and the first thing I ask is "Do we still have California? Are we at war?"

I think CNN should have some sort of color coding on their breaking news blips. So as to let un know how alarmed we should be, Code Orange for the Cheeto and his Outrage Du Hour and then maybe some sort of varying degree of orange family depending on whether its an international outrage or if its just a minor national embarrassment or its something like  if he has gotten his hands on an original copy of the constitution and took white out to the parts he doesn't like. Don't think for a moment he and his team has not thought that this would be a good idea or what it wouldn't, eventually, float.

And then varying other colors that would signify, acts of war here, acts of war abroad,  mass shootings here, mass shootings abroad, famous people dieing, famous people giving birth, natural disasters here, natural disasters abroad.

Just so we would know how started and upset we needed to be.

This does not get the day off the start that it should.

This is why he has to go. And I'm starting to think impeachment is not good enough. I think jail is the answer. I don't want him in a position where he can claim victory or higher ground. I want him and his cadre and that includes Mike Pence, because don't you for one minute think that his hands are clean here, they aren't. He's dirty, he might not be the career criminal that Cheeto is, but he likes power, its much, much better than being Governor of a fourth tier state like Indiana.

 He wouldn't have taken the gig, no one else wanted it -  If he wasn't ripe for being turned - and the Trump people knew it, they found him and found his weakness and exploited it immediately.  They probably introduced him to some Russians, maybe some who talked to him about the Christian church in Russia - who maybe didn't even seem like the scary mafia Russians that Cheeto hung around with. No, nice, friendly, regular Russians and they got him on board and got him where they wanted him and and when he was offered the apple - he took a bite.  

I don't want Impeachment, I want Prosecution.

Wednesday

Okay, another day of many things happening, too many, too important to be thrashed out here. I'm still processing . All these things happen and  they are all so bad and any of them had they happened to any other person would be completely end a career - but just like through the campaign. It just doesn't matter, nothing matters. Its like we are in some kind of alternative reality where nothing is real and nothing means the same as I thought it did. I am confused and angry a lot. I suppose most of us are. Stocks also plunged today and I heard that noted Islamophobic, Cheeto is going to give a speech on Islam in Saudi Arabia! Clearly, we are being punked.

 I would have a real entry but I had to write a very big check, for me, four whole digits! Which I had to write twice and call the window man back to my house because I have so little practice in writing checks for over your average credit card bill,  that I wrote it out wrong twice, that wasn't hugely embarrassing - and then I had to make dinner and walk the dog and then I had to watch a couple of Great Newses,   question - are they ever going to talk about how the one guy looks a lot like Draco Malfoy? Its an issue and it takes me out of the story: He looks like Draco Malfoy and they need to talk about it.

 And then I had to watch Downward Dog and its really good! If you are a dog person, I totally suggest you try to catch it, it airs on Tuesday nights on ABC. I;m not sure what time, this week it was on Wednesday. Also I DVR everything and time and day is irrelevant to me now. I've moved on from things like that. I am a superior being now.

I am now noticing that I watch three scripted television shows! and that isn't counting the Barney Miller and M*A*S*H reruns. There is hope for me yet.

Spasibo

When I post partisan entries my hit count goes down. Are many of my readers not good lefties? Why are you here then? Surely it can't be for  the cat blogging. Another question, why so many Russians? More Russian hits than American, many, many more and all recent. I used to get a lot of odd hits from India but now its all Mother Russia all the time. But not today, today we had a blackout from Russia. So I wrote them a note to say Hi. Google Translate helped me out.

Спасибо, что прочитали мой сайт. Я рад, что ты здесь. Я рад, что у меня есть иностранные читатели, я надеюсь, что я дам вам окно в живую каждого американца. Надеюсь, я не слишком раздражаю. Надеюсь, вы знаете, что повседневные американцы не поддерживают Дональда Трампа, мы не последователи его или его политики или его политики. Мы находим его отталкивающим. Я надеюсь, что вы придете на мой сайт, чтобы узнать о счастливых американцах и их домашних животных и их слабостях и их маленьких проблемах. Надеюсь, это заставляет нас казаться больше похожими на вас. Надеюсь, это сближает нас. Еще раз спасибо за то, что вы провели время со мной и моими питомцами.

Spasibo, chto prochitali moy sayt. YA rad, chto ty zdes'. YA rad, chto u menya yest' inostrannyye chitateli, ya nadeyus', chto ya dam vam okno v zhivuyu kazhdogo amerikantsa. Nadeyus', ya ne slishkom razdrazhayu. Nadeyus', vy znayete, chto povsednevnyye amerikantsy ne podderzhivayut Donal'da Trampa, my ne posledovateli yego ili yego politiki ili yego politiki. My nakhodim yego ottalkivayushchim. YA nadeyus', chto vy pridete na moy sayt, chtoby uznat' o schastlivykh amerikantsakh i ikh domashnikh zhivotnykh i ikh slabostyakh i ikh malen'kikh problemakh. Nadeyus', eto zastavlyayet nas kazat'sya bol'she pokhozhimi na vas. Nadeyus', eto sblizhayet nas. Yeshche raz spasibo za to, chto vy proveli vremya so mnoy i moimi pitomtsami.

The English version

Thank you for reading my site, I am happy that you come here. It makes me glad to have international readers, I hope I am giving you a window into the live of an everyday American. I hope I am not too boring. I hope that you know that everyday Americans do not support Donald Trump, we are not followers of him or his policies or his politics. We find him repulsive. I hope that you come to my site to learn about happy Americans and their pets and their foibles and their little issues. I hope it makes us seem more like you. I hope it brings us together. Thank you again for spending time with me and my pets.