“You so funny” she says, as smoke curls up to the bare bulb in the dark alley.
Few things exhaust me more and Zoom is even more exhausting. Only thing worse is actually having to sit in a meeting. Can’t wear sweatpants and slippers to a meeting.
My beloved SIL is a Maple Leafs fan and the season was hard for him. Quite a sight with him and his 3yo daughter in their matching Maple Leafs gear snuggling on the couch watching their Leafs. He’s a devoted curler and his state league was entirely canceled-no Sundays on the ice for him this year. I like watching curling but no matter how hard I try I can’t figure out scoring or sweeping theory. He’s a Saskatoon boy so we celebrate Canada Day with the enthusiasm it deserves and then turn right around and do the 4th of July.
Hang onto them, sure enough if you get rid of one you will need exactly that one and only that one the month after. One of life’s little jokes. That and losing only one of the beaters to your mixer.
It did. I’m so glad for the tip. Tongue is on the mend as long as I steer away from acidic stuff. Bland is the ticket. Fortunately nobody slips jalapeño donuts into my bag.
“Smoke drifted lazily up into the yellow glare of the lone bulb lighting the alley. A scrawny dog, nose to the ground, did the circuit of restaurant garbage bins scrounging for a late supper or early breakfast. It must have been a couple of lean months.”
A friend and I, both feeling a tad isolated, planned a socially distanced porch cup of coffee in the flesh visit. It went from 76 degrees and sunny to 42 degrees and cold monsoon the appointed day. Dang! and she was going to bring her three dogs with her for me to get a little unconditional dog affection from. I could use some. My housemate’s fish are pretty but very aloof.
Before your time. Relish your relative youth! It will be gone in the time it takes a no good bag man to whip out his gat and plug his victim.
I stole your smoke curling-bare bulb-alley gig. I didn’t improve on it any. Back to my rough draft and editing pencil.
School drop off. Scare there when I couldn’t find my keys, but of course they were hanging on the door knob, JUST WHERE THEY WERE SUPPOSED TO BE. Gremlins is the only explanation. Certainly can’t be my night owl brain protesting. Next week is my off week so I can stay up really, really late and then sleep in, as nature intended.
Boo
Nah, @Boo you fixed ever so deftly.
Thx.
I didn’t sleep at all while it was dark.
As soon as I dozed the cats started the ‘breakfast’ lament. Brats!
Me and the doggies went for a stroll. Back in time to see Mr.Wrekker off to the lake house.
I’ll nap later. I hope.
Me neither.
Can’t sleep now either. Maybe I’ll just go to the track. They’re running today at Woodbine, and I can bet from the local track. And get some breakfast.
That sounds so cute! I declare all you guys to be honorary Canadians! Having a passionate opinion about the Leafs is a primary requirement. You can love 'em or hate 'em, but to be Canadian, you must have an opinion strong enough to start a bar fight. As for curling, I cheerfully admit that I know nothing about it. Unlike hockey, it’s not a citizenship requirement. You get to have free health care without having to understand curling. 
Truth is, that lingo is before our time, too. All you have to do to catch up is watch a bunch of old film noire from the Forties: The Maltese Falcon, Double Indemnity, Laura, To Have and Have Not–so many good ones! My favorite isn’t on the list of greats–Dark Passage, with Bogart and Bacall and Agnes Moorhead (later Endora on Bewitched). Anyway, sit yourself down and binge watch a few of those. You’ll thank us later. In small, unmarked bills, see? In the alley behind Rue de Burlesque. You know the place? Keep your eyes peeled for coppers. And no funny business. I can smell a rat a mile away.
Damn, it’s hard to stop.
If somebody has to start tonight’s >>the morning’s non-sleeper cell, here I am.
Going to break down and start reading my real live actual hold it in your hand dead trees library book (afore-mentioned up thread contemporary game warden in Upper MI mystery). Someone, wake me up when you get here, my book 
will have slid onto the floor and I will be laying on my glasses 
. I don’t want to wake up in the morning with their imprint on my face.
Boo
Your glasses must be made out of titanium-reinforced steel or maybe concrete or something. If I fell asleep on mine, they’d be all kinds of bent out of shape.
Still up and kicking around at 2am EDT.
Trying to finish a work project and lacking in motivation at the moment. MUST. FOCUS… ooooh. I wonder what is on the Dope!?
I’ve discovered one silver lining of the spotty memory loss:
I can more-or-less remember what shows or movies I’ve seen and remember if I liked them, but for a few of them… that’s it.
Which means they’re pre-vetted, but all the plot points are new again. Convenient!
On the less silver lining-y side, it’s 2 am and I have to be up at 6. I mean, 4 hours isn’t THAT bad, but still… would have been a good night to fall asleep early.
I’m really annoying my poor cat, though. Any time I play something with sound, she comes running and tucks herself under my arm. I like to think she’s trying to purr me to sleep, but… I mean, she’s a cat. It’s probably neither that complicated nor that compassionate. It does help, though. But then if I move too much or sit up, she hops off to lie on the floor and glare at me. If I can just settle enough to get to the point of lying still with a cat in my armpit and something just-engaging-enough-but-not-too-engaging on Netflix.
That’s my next goal. I’ll be back if it doesn’t work. Wish me luck.
Didn’t win big at the track today, but I minimized my losses, so that was okay. At least I had a nice lunch there.
There is an alarm clock marketed towards hearing-impaired people, called “Shake Awake.” It’s a small alarm clock you put inside your pillowcase (the side facing the bed, duh).
When it goes off, it vibrates. Not enough to create a Magic Fingers bed, but you’ll definitely notice it!
It was a lifesaver for me.
Get one, and you can cocoon yourself with earplugs, sleep mask, whatever you need!
You should really send your husband to and ENT doctor to find out WHY he snores. He might need a sleep study (medieval torture!), and he could end up with a CPAP machine, but it would all ultimately save his life!
~VOW
You got it in one: titanium and worth every penny. I’m hard on glasses. Keeping track of them is the hardest part. I have to keep spares stashed everywhere.
Hey, I do that with books! It is handy, makes the selection at the library constantly new again. A few really favorite authors I’m on the third go-round. Craig Johnson, CJ Box, Lee Child, John Sandford.
Let’s all pretend I got up earlier than 11a. Our little secret? The cats were laying on me and it’s Cat Law, you can’t disturb a cat when its sleeping on you.
Boo, foremost Cat Law adherent
Mayhaps its a bit early yet, but it looks like I’m the first one tonight.
Temp is on the cool side of shirt sleeve Fahrenheit at about 2040 of the clock. The smoke from the fires is pretty bad this evening. Some of my relatives who live in Oregon have been evacuated. It’s weird, when I go out my back door, there is a slight plastic smell to the smoke, out the front door its straight burning pine smell. I wonder if there was a house fire nearby and I just didn’t hear the firetruck’s sirens blowing.
Looking forward to an evening of snuggling on the sofa with my Lady Friend and watching John Wick Parabellum.
On a related note, I’ve been browsing job listings today, a little bit. Tomorrow, I’m going to delve into it a bit more seriously and make note of the ones I intend to follow up on.
Change, it’s a constant.
I just showed up. Have to fake my brain into going to sleep earlier tonight. Tomorrow is my eagerly awaited day with my grand daughter and I have to get up earlier for that. Dasn’t take on a 3yo on too little sleep-not a pretty sight. I’m positive preschool teachers are not paid enough. Plus it takes all that energy for me to not look knowingly at my daughter and say “now do you get it?”.
Carry on. I’ll be back. I’m reading for quite a while, I’m not that drastic.
Boo
Ah Boo, I envy you. I had intended to spend part of the weekend with my son and his family. On Thursday he told me they were all coming down with tummy upset and to steer clear unless I wanted it too. I left Grand Vaderlings bday gift on the step and rang the bell and left.
Apparently she really likes the little pedal car I got for her. Son sent me a short video today of her driving around the house screaming and laughing and yelling with glee😁
Sigh, wish I coulda been there, the only other time I’ve seen her in person was a couple years ago when she was still an infant.
I hope you get to see her pedaling and squealing with glee very soon. Sounds like you gave her a happy birthday, job 1 for grandparents-that and loving the stuffing out of them.
May I suggest asking her to call you ‘GrandVader’ rather than ‘GrandDork’? You might be glad of this come her teenage years when she introduces you to her friends.
Boo
I’m probably the only one around right now. Sorry you have to get up early Boo. Maybe Beck is finally getting some sleep.
So I have my yard visit set up for Monday with three of my best friends. Two of them are married (to each other). I just got a message on Facebook that she will be coming alone because she isn’t speaking to her husband. This made me laugh. They have been married for nearly 40 years and I’ve known both of them longer than that. So this is nothing new. It kind of sucks though because I’ve seen her in one-on-one visits but haven’t seen him yet. But it’s two days til Monday so maybe they will make up. 
I was up til almost 6 this morning but only got about 7 hours sleep so I’m going for 4 a.m. again. I think I’ll read for a bit and try to ease into it.
Beck is sick🤕
Hope it’s nothing serious, Beck. Get well soon!