Monkey, your mom called. Get in the house! She’s worried.
Monkey, get back inside!
FCM so sorry for your loss of Taz. He was a pretty kitty. And he had a long life.
Last night as I was shutting things down to go to bed my cat Scooter aka CooCoo was nowhere to be found. Checked the entire house then got the flashlight and started looking outside. Found her on the fence about to make her escape. She came running back in. I never saw her go out. She sneaked out while I was letting the dog out I guess. Before we moved here she was an indoor/outdoor cat but she does not know the area. She will be 13 in June so it’s time for her to stay in.
Pilot. It was an amended return but now I think the expensive accountant didn’t do her part right as even on the amended return his social was listed first. The Keys have been without gas too. Lines of cars at the stations when they do get a delivery. Also great advice you gave RealFish.
Hugs to RealFish and Cat Glove.
Hoping Monkey gets home soonest.
Hooray for Dogiiooo and Darci Snoop and Spot.
Alas, my cat-positive neighbors have all moved away. So what I did was, I put some stuff in the bottom of a trash bag, slid the skillet in, and put trash all around it to disguise its shape. I didn’t hear any screech-groan-screeches from the compactor, so perhaps it swallowed it without incident.
Ha! I wore black yoga pants and a navy hoodie and hummed the theme from Mission: Impossible. No tiptoeing, though. Close enough?
I hope Monkey gets his furry little butt home pronto–and the rest of himself, too.
Yeah, guess who just came sauntering back inside, sporting chilly and damp fur, looking incredibly pleased with himself?
Little shit. I was equal parts mad, exasperated, and relieved.
It’d be one thing if I’d invited him outside and then he wandered off. But to shoot, uninvited, around my legs and into the night, and then not come back when called?
Nuh-uh. No sir.
Not that I have any means of enforcing this sentiment, of course.
Asshole!
I may amend my egg plans in favor of cracking open a can of sardines instead, and then not sharing them hmmph, take that, cat!
Bwahahahahaha!
Yeah, right.
You’re right, JtheC … but not because I’m a softie, but only because I couldn’t resist the siren song of gently cooked eggs.
FISH TOMORROW! … or later on in the middle of the night/early wee morning hours, depending on how my insomnia takes me.
But a good meal right before bed usually helps me sleep better. (I pretty much do best by doing the exact opposite of most conventional health wisdom, especially the whole bit about not eating right before going to sleep.)
Anyway, good night, my sweet Mumpers, and may your dreams be colorful. (Paraphrasing a common, old Polish “g’night, sleep tight” type of saying.)
Uh huh. Everyone knows Monkey will get some sardines but your denials are sooooo cute!
I’m being pretty sad now. Mom and I have been talking about me driving to Idaho in July for about a week. She was tasked to find a motel room for me (long story about sister who hates me and has never stopped living off Mom) and told me where it was and that it had all of the things we would enjoy.
I just called her to tell her a funny GG story and asked what the name of the resort I was going to be staying in was…and she was so surprised that I was coming to Idaho that I almost cried.
Up, caffeinated, and sheveled. Off to heave. It’s Darci Day!(t- 13 hours 45 minutes)
{{{{JtC}}}}
No, it’s for 6-packs of .5 liter bottles. The ones we used to get at 5/$10 once upon a time.
Yep, awake at 3 of the AM . Dammit. Hoping to doze again. We shall see…
Do you live in my 'hood? Cuz this is precisely what I was hollering into the darkness.
Ah, that explains it. Our cats had a date planned!
Dammit, that WAS the one I meant! Doubleplusgood bonus points for you!
Oh, hun. There are no words.
Mornin’ all. It’s a bit after 5am eastern. Sky fully black out on the balcony with no sign of dawn. The air is clear enough to see a few stars; usually the combination of sea salt haze and city lights drown them out. A pity. The earliest of the birds are just waking up and chirping their "good morning"s. Coffee was made successfully & is going down well.
At 4am Her Ladyship’s iPhone made the loud obnoxious emergency alert noise. Which she quickly silenced, but I fear that will have wrecked her sleep which presages an unhappy day for her. At least she’ll have to also get up early (by Her standards) for a morning doctor’s appointment to really improve her morale. Riiiight. My Android phone was silent.
I rolled over, of course, got another yummy sleep cycle and got up at my favored early time. Once out in the kitchen I look at my phone. I got the same message at the same time. The message was a test of the emergency alert system at the “extreme” level. Having been in that biz, I know the extreme level is reserved for bad shit just short of the opening shots in WW-III.
So should I wonder whether this test was a local glitch, or somebody fired an alert to every mobile phone in the USA at 4am eastern = 1 am pacific? Or is this evidence of Russian or Chinese hackers getting into the EAS system? Should I be happy my phone let me sleep through the almost-start of WW-III, or annoyed that Her Ladyship’s phone disturbed her sleep? So many questions so early in the morning. Modern life is weird.
Fish, you are a wonderful person truly beset on all sides. You have the wisdom and the courage to do this. We can help, or at least help you rant.
Yes, it is hard to watch someone berate themselves for their perceived failures which are actually successes. Everyone does it some, and some have elevated it to a high art form. Sounds like dear old Dad is one of the latter. It’s his rut, he’s worn it nice and deep and smooth, and you’re not going to change it now.
He derives comfort from that familiar place in that familiar rut, no matter how anguished he sounds retelling his tales of supposed failure. Just think of it as his way of asking for validation that you don’t hate him. Which is easy for you to answer with love. Again and again.
jane, that’s a tough one. I don’t know Mom’s history of gathering forgetfulness, but it sounds like now she’s at that sweet poignant spot where you can have a good visit, she can be happily surprised a bunch of extra times, and it’s not yet too frustrating and heartbreaking to even talk with her for a few minutes. Sad of course, but with the chance of accidental humor.
Severe memory loss is one ailment of aging I’ve not had to deal with directly very much. Yet; the future is a large place just chock full of happy, and “happy”, surprises. So I can’t offer any practical hints.
Congrats to all the others for gaining a dog today and failing to lose two runaway cats last night. And for successfully smuggling the dead frying pan into the trash.
The barest hints of gathering dawn are appearing out over the ocean. Time to post this before another 6 people wake up & I miss my coveted earlybird spot here.
I was awakened by the same alert at 446 am. Not at all happy about that as sleep is hard to come by.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin. YAWN ‘Tis 55 Amurrkin out and clear with a predicted high of 87 and N.O.S. for the day. Not much on the agenda for the day, so it shall be a day of high sloth and general overall uselessness. I do have a meetin’ over to the church house this afternoon, but it won’t be a long one. I need to remember to get the pallet the Sanctuary Lamp stand came with out of the narthex as I did not do that yestiddy. Duh! Sup shall be majik intartoobz pizza and sallit due to laziness and a hankerin’.
{{{JtC}}} I can understand how much that upset you.
Doggio we anxiously await the arrival of Darci Snoop Dogg!
Now I need more caffeine and to feed rumbly tummy. Then onward into the day! Rah.
Happy Thursday Y’all!
No alert fired here - so someone is just screwing with your area/provider/something? Maybe a disgruntled employee who was just fired uttered those infamous words: “I’ll show them!!”
So, a disgruntled Floridian??
I did manage to fall back to sleep around 4 and slept till 6, so huzzah for that. Morning routine is done and I’ve got an hour to kill before Tobias gets here.
Apparently, Ziva doesn’t like the gooshy food, and of course, I have 6 cans of the stuff. I’ll offer it to my daughter - just because it says Senior on the can doesn’t mean it’ll be bad for her younger felines, right?
Anyway, no big plans for the day. It’s supposed to get into the 80s again today and tomorrow, so I’ll be changing into shorts before we head to the playground. That’s the big excitement for today.
Happy Thursday!
Good morning everyone.
It’s currently 34 degrees and dark outside. The expected high is around 49 with cloudy skies in the morning and rain starting this afternoon. We had some wild weather yesterday, hail so hard and big and that it looked like snow fell, torrential downpours, rain mixed with snow, you name it we had it.
FCM, I am so very sorry about Taz. I remember when you got him!
truefish, sending you hugs.
JtC, also sending you hugs.
doggio, today is Darci day! I’m so happy for you!
This week has been pure hell for work stuff. I’m exhausted and sick of it. The good news is that today is my Friday. Unfortunately, on Monday, I start the traveling management roadshow, and the schedule is jam-packed with management listening sessions, visits to tribes, clients my agency has assisted, and other things. I leave on Monday and won’t get home until Thursday evening. Each day will begin very early so I can take care of regular work and end very late since the tours and listening sessions don’t end until 5:00 or later, and then we have dinner meetings. After that, it’s back to the hotel room to finish work and catch up on emails. Hah! Finish work! My work is never done!
On top of that, I need to leave Polar for the week. He won’t like it, and my husband isn’t very good at giving him his morning pill. Polar’s appetite will suffer, and he’ll be mopey.
Metal Mouse, I’m glad the leak was fixed. I hope that no more come your way.
I need to tidy the kitchen and head upstairs to start my workday. I’m not looking forward to that, but I like having a roof over my head and having some food to put in my belly.
Over the weekend, I must pick up a few things at the mall, do laundry, and pack.