Well, I made the paper.
July 26, 12:01 p.m.: Vehicle theft cold call on [my street].
Howdy Y’all! Home from round one of mowage over to the church house. Round two tomorrow. We mowed and such for four hours and that was enough for one day. I’ve been home a while and have showered, had a sammich and a beerverage. All is right for now.
It’s raining again. FCD is napping. Daughter is doing some admin work in the office. I just finished vacuuming. Salsa’s will make our supper.
So goes my afternoon…
Not on her radio, on my truck radio.
I figured somebody was trying to tell me something.
My hallway is filled with boxes.
I should be unpacking them.
Or I can wait until the rest of then get here tomorrow.
Even though it’s wet and icky outside I think we’ll still go to the park this afternoon.
Lucy is always there in the afternoons, and sometimes Urban shows up.
The first time I heard Urban’s name, I thought it was Irwin.
Then I was told no, it’s Urban. I thought Rural? Suburban? Urban? WTF?
He’s named after Keith.
I’m not a country music fan.
The dogs are bugging me, I guess they really want to go.
Morning starts at 0930. Any thing up to 0930 is still the middle of the night.
I am a country music fan, but my first thought was Pope Urban. Must be the result of all this talk about priests and such.
I don’t liiek rediculous heat but I have an air conditioner now yay!
oh no, thunderstorm here. if the compueter is unplugged, I’m safe, ruight?
This wine goes well with Gatorade.
Aw, shit. Em’ly fell off the wagon. I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I’m in no position to “tut-tut” you. Life is… bad? weird? lost most/all savor?
'Cuz that’s what I’m feeling, over here.
EDIT @Sahirrnee (I screwed that up, my bad) that was a great poem.
Eh, I fell off the wagon in February.
But only been drunk 3 times this year (after 6 yeqrs sober.) Psychiatrist isn’t too worried, and he’s the only medical professional who cares about me, so whatever.
Hmm, Em’ly. That’s a character in a Dickens novel.
Good thing is I have now run out of booze (had half a bottle of wine left) so I can’t get any drunker.
Poem?
Actually Doggio’s song should be this.
Echo was very very bad at the park.
Three new dogs there and she went all Tasmanian Devil on two of them.
I figured out it’s me. I put her on her leash and when the other dogs left the pavilion, I let her go. She went to hang out with them. They got along fine. Then I walked out to clean up after her and all the dogs went back in the pavilion. Everything was cool until I came back. One of the other dogs walked over to me and she went after it.
So now I know she is guarding me from other dogs.
I don’t think it’s jealousy, she doesn’t care when I pet other dogs.
I’m going to have to figure something out.
What kind of dog is Echo?
(Sorry, haven’t been around the boards much lately.)
Salsa’s done good. Eggs have been deviled. Dishes are done. I’m about to assume the chillage position.
More rain, but no thunder, so that’s been good. And tomorrow, I think we’re going out to look at furniture, just to get an idea of what we might want to buy.
I can live with that. Just please don’t think I’m ignoring y’all if I’m not heard from or telling you good morning til noon. However, if you’re lonesome or bored late at night, I’m the woman for the job.
As I understand it, thunderstorms are not the problem for computers, its the lightning 
conducted through house wiring that zaps your computer. Now I know this but are my devices often plugged during lightning storms? Yup.
Yes you are safe as long as you don’t have a finger in an outlet. I would hold off on holding on to metal flagpoles 
outside too.
Boo
Someone broke into The C-Shop. Someone kicked in the door and stole some taffy and sour patch kids. The deputies and the K-9 caught him.
I don’t know who they caught, but someone speculated that the perpetrator was a tweaker from the trailer park. I’ll need to find that trailer park if there are tweakers there. Maybe one of them has my bike.
I scared of thunderstorms. Seems I’m the only person in the internet who doesn’t like them.
but storm is passed. wine bottle finished.
the world is less scary with wine.
I do dumb things. It’s not that I’m an idiot. (Well, I am, but not consistently.) It’s that I don’t have a “Whoa, Nellie” button. I only have a “Don’t be a wimp! You can do it!” button. Long story short, I walked 3.5 miles to the dentist today. Then I walked home. I may pay for this. In my defense, I did slather on sunscreen, wore long sleeves, and donned a big sun hat, plus the high was supposed to be 75. Hah. It over 80 and felt like 90. On the plus side, the dentist said my teeth and gums look excellent. The best thing I ever did for my teeth was getting a cordless Water Pik so I could do my teeth in the shower.
I forgot my phone at home. Oops. Came home to find I’d missed a bunch of calls, but it was lovely to be off the grid for that long. 
sari, I’m coveting your wet and icky. I’m coveting rain. Also ice storms. The occasional iceberg, perhaps. I know it’s an issue, but in a way, it’s sweet Echo wants to protect you, no?
butters, so good to read the encouraging news about your hubs.
cookie, I run my dishwasher every 48-72 hours because I live alone. The installation guy told me for best performance, dishes should not be rinsed first. Of course, they’re scraped well. But my dishes sit in there 48-72 hours. Is that gross?
I got home from work, and Alex CattGurthag The Destroyer had plowed into the spice rack again. Stoopid cat. VET tomorrow.
Well, it was only 14 tons today. But I am irked at Target(Not MsRobyn’s Target). When you order dumbells, they just toss 'em in the box with no filler, so they weights turn the box into Jell-O.
Heck, I get home from work at 0930.
Sorry about the neighbors, Red and Nut.
{{{{MG}}}} glad the storm is over. And just take care of your self.
Thanks.
Drunk haze wearing off. Now just sadness.
And the polar ice cap is melting, and polar bears are on unemployment.
I hope you are happy!
Well, here’s my exciting news for the day – my cat collection may double in size tomorrow!
I’ve been insisting all along that Phoenix is and would remain an only cat, but my experienced multiple-cat-owning friends insist otherwise, and I’ve started thinking that she may be lonely once I go back to the office (whenever the hell that may be). I got her on March 6 (Kopek’s birthday) and started working from home full-time on March 23, so she’s gotten used to having me around. I started looking on the websites for Animal Friends (where I got her) and the Humane Society. The HS has a little female cat just about her size and just a little younger who really needs a cat, and Phoenix may need a cat, so this may work. She’s in a foster home and I’ve had a number of long emails with her foster mother. I’m going to meet her tomorrow morning. Check her out here (click on the arrows on her photo - there are 7 or 8 of them):
https://www.humaneanimalrescue.org/available-pets/frenchie/
While “Phoenix and Frenchie” has a certain ring to it, I already have another tentative name picked out - and yes, it’s another roller coaster!