I received my first 6 rabies shots Tuesday at approximately 4:00 p.m. By Wed evening we were up at a family cottage enjoying the beauty of Macgregor Lake in Quebec. At approximately 7:00 p.m. I was touching these!!! Because why? Because they LET me!! They were begging for it in point of fact. Or perhaps…
So… I couldn’t catch the silver-grey tabby. It didn’t follow the cleverly laid trail of kitten treats to its trapped siblings in the cat cage… in the garage. The mother cat showed up. Along with the father/brother/uncle cat. I couldn’t turn in the captured siblings to the animal shelter. I just couldn’t. All I could…
The good news is that rabies shots no longer number in the dozens, nor does one have to have them all upon on one’s stomach. The bad news?? Let us revisit yesterday, right before dinner … I am outside. The weather is a balmy, breezy, sun-dappled 27 degrees. I have just put the veggies onto…
So my Mom called the other day. Here she is! With her lovely smile! She’s probably cackling with laughter in this pic. She has the BEST cackle. “Have you read Fifty Shades of Grey?” Not what I expected her to lead with, but okay. “Yep. Have you?” “No, but I’ve been hearing a lot about…
Perfect Bludgeoning Instrument So he found it. He found the note that said “crystal vase for bludgeoning.” He gave me an odd look. It made perfect sense when I wrote it down. I was putting away the vase after having washed the residue from Rissa’s dance recital flowers from its sides. This vase had some…
Yesterday, before heading into the backyard to weed everything that had the sheer mendacity to raise its head beyond the mulch, I sprayed my entire body with citronella. Every inch. And then, as a mosquito sexually assaulted me – sticking its nasty proboscis INTO my jaw – I realized – FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYTHING…
Most mornings, after the radio sounds – my mind remains muzzy. It is warm and comfortable, clinging to precious unconsciousness. Today… playing at approximately 6:45 a.m. on Jazz 91.1… today I discovered The Lost Fingers’ cover of Tom Sawyer. Yes THAT Tom Sawyer. The one by Rush. As a 1930’s style gypsy jazz tune. http:/www.thelostfingers.com/disco/…
I slept in this morning. All the way to 6:00 a.m. before bodily urges had me rising. Still warm and sleepy, I attempted to crawl back into my toasty bed, snuggled next to my husband but was foiled by Florence. No, I thought. No! You’re going back to sleep! You still have half an hour! …
The release of steam at the end of a day. This is what blogging is for. Things like my cat. Lola. Or as we affectionately call her – Lola ‘Bola Virus – who decided that she wanted to wear my rhinestone necklace this morning at 4:47 a.m. Our little cat burglar tried to abscond with…
I thought the cold was done. Kaput. Finito. I was misinformed. I woke up this morning and I was – to quote Will Farrell – “a cotton-headed ninny muggins.” I was in freaking La La Land. Eyes, ears, balance? Blurry, plugged, OFF. And I’m not sure, but I might have had a seizure this…