**Sunny **- I’m with you on the loft - ain’t no way! We did live on our boat, which was much smaller than any tiny house I’ve seen on TV, but we were younger, our baby *was *a baby, and we did it because we *had *to. Lean times, yanno. The only way I’d consider a tiny house now is if I was living alone, like when I had my first apartment - the 14 X 24 studio. Life was simpler for sure. I"m thinking a small RV would work.
I love having the old format back. All is right with the world now. 
Practice was good, my Season Tickets finally showed up. Life is good. I made pizza for lunch.
400 sq. ft. house? I need 400 just to store my jerseys.
peaches, there’s one guy that I sometimes wish had worked out. Now, we’re just FB friends, but it would be interesting to get to know him 20 something years later. About the recipes, I’ll write down a lean budget recipe that I still sometimes make in the summer.
hedonist, go ahead and ask. The worst that could happen is that she doesn’t want to talk about it. If you were a teen in the seventies, don’t be surprised if the answer is just everybody was doing it.
Irked, groceries bought, Nelson walked and Captain D’s fixed supper.
Nelson keeps bringing paper to me or worse yet, he chews it up and makes a mess all over the carpet. The paper recycling box is a plastic tote with a snap lid, so that’s out unless he develops opposable thumbs. I don’t leave the closet where the file boxes with receipts and other things are kept open and they’re on a high shelf. It’s also a weird assortment. Oh well.
Dinner was frozen-but-then-cooked shepherds pie; actually pretty good. Irk for the week is done and this weekend I’m heading out to shoot Brits. No offense to Boo or any other Mumpers but I an soooooo looking forward to it!
**Blurf **. Got food and a couple of outfits. Hoping to GOD they will fly us to Key West this week. If I drive in I will be turned away as my ID shows my Lower Keys address. Key West is being allowed in starting on Sunday. If the Navy flys me in they can put me up in a barracks room as there is power on the main base.
Ugh. Girl 2.0 - a lovely, brilliant, exceedingly good kid - just tried to sneak out to visit her sweet Babboo, after midnight. (This is important, as Georgia has a graduated drivers license, with a zero-tolerance midnight curfew for operators under 18.) I heard the truck crank, saw her leaving, and called. Apparently, she was returning a bottle of Pepto Bismol that he’d brought her - he now has the same stomach bug.
I asked why she sneaked out. “I thought you’d say no.”
Yeah, I’d have said that she couldn’t drive over there, due to the curfew. But I would have taken her. Or Tony would have.
So now, she doesn’t have keys. And Tony is in full cop mode, ascribing all sorts of suspicious motives to every weird teenage girl behavior. I’m just disappointed. (But maybe a little relieved to see some normal stupid kid behavior that ended with minimal consequences. This is probably a good thing in the long run.)
And speaking of keys, I’m thinking of you with concern and sympathy, butters. I know you must feel very discombobulated right now. But I’m glad that hubby and home and all seem to be OK!
Yes, I’m up stupid early on Saturday. Woke around 4:30 and that was that. What can you do?
I’m going to work in the yard for a couple of hours this morning. Beyond that, no plans.
Can’t believe we’re halfway thru Sept already! Happy Saturday. yeah.
Up, caffeinated, and sheveled. Off to work.
Peaches, it does sound like the usual teenager silliness.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN 'Tis 71 Amurrkin out and partly cloudy with a predicted high of 86 and maybe or maybe not rain. Right now I see a lot of clouds to the west/southwest which usually indicates rain. We shall see. No big plans for the day except for some laundry. OYKW wants not too shabby Chinese [del]hog trough[/del] buffet for N.O.L. and I plan to do some fried chikin laigs in the deep fryer for dindin. Just need to decide what else.
Butters here’s hopin’ you can get to KW soonest.
Peaches does sound like typical teenage shenanigans. Some time sans bein’ able to be mobile on her own is no doubt the right thing to do even if that means there will be full blown whiny teenager syndrome.
Now I need more caffeine and rumbly tummy demands sustenance. Then I suppose I should purtify and begin laundry. Rah.
Happy Sattidy Y’all!
Let’s see what’s on today’s schedule:
0615-wake up
0800-Dress, gather up soccer stuff
0830-Take off for fields
0900-Team pictures
0945-Coach Game #1 (10U boys)
1100-Coach Game #2 (10U girls)
1300-Coach Game #3 (8U girls)
1430-Referee soccer game
1630-Arrive Home
1631-Collapse
That should be enough…beautiful day for it, cloudless and 80F.
Peaches, kids is kids…but I think you and husband-unit acted just right.
Will write if I survive…
I do NOT feel like adulting, but I did. Cat box has been scooped. Dishwasher has been loaded and kitchen sink has been cleaned. Bathroom sink had been cleaned (**FCD **did the shower this morning, so I had to do something!!) Then I showered and dressed. I’m not going to do any transplanting today, I don’t think, but I will do some weeding. Maybe that will get me motivated.
Or it’ll piss me off. Hard to tell…
Today’s plans include gathering up the bag of cans from the backyard shed and taking them to the recyclery, taking a walk, and finishing up my very pretty shawl. If I feel like making the cats hate me it will also be Bath Day.
I have never bathed our cats, and last night, Ziva thanked me by horking up a big ol’ hairball. ick. **FCD **was kind enough to clean it up. I think I’ll keep him.
I had to give the Late Great Peter baths because he had a flea allergy. If I didn’t wash him, he’d claw his fur off. Tiny Tabby is doing that too, so she needs a dip in Dawn dish soap. (Seriously–that’s the best stuff for washing pets.) Samantha will probably get one as well since she’s laid out a few hairy pukes. Big Fat Durwood Cat may or may not get cleaned depending on whether I want to invade the downstairs bathroom or not (he has to be cleaned in the tub because I’m not lifting his Big Fat ass into the kitchen sink.)
I might have limited success bathing Taz - he’s mostly mellow. But Ziva does not like being picked up, let alone carried to a bath. Best I could do is crate her, take her outside, and hose her off in the crate. Um, nope, I’ll pass. I’ll deal with the hairballs…
Done weeding for now, I think. I nearly filled 2 5-gallon buckets with grasses, sticks, saplings, some poison ivy, and sticks. I dumped it all in the woods, then set up the sprinkler to water couple of plants that I did move. I got about half of the bed weeded, and I should be able to finish it tomorrow.
But now I can be in bum mode with a clear conscience.
Mooommm I think you can start with brushing cats before moving to hardcore things like bathing.
The first week or so of school has been hard on ‘Beamer. Hubby’s wrists are hurting up a storm. Big ol’ Pooka bear dog is not doing well. All in all, things are a bit rough right now at Sunshine Village.
Off to make a smoothie with 'Beamer.
You could do what my former housemate did with The Fluffy Thing (2 cats- the cat and The Fluffy Thing); she (TFT, not housemate) got a dry skin problem, and someone suggested coconut oil. Fine for hoomans, maybe fine for shorthair kitties, but it turned TFT into a pangolin. Tried to wash it out, just turned her into an angry pangolin.
Took something like 5 baths and a lot of cross kitty to restore her to her normal fluffball state.
I’m trying to decorate the house (on a very low budget) today. When did I become the sort of person who spends her days off looking at rugs? I never thought this would happen to me.
I hope you make it home soon Butters. At least you still have a home.
I also hope all you people whose homes are infested with cats find a solution you can live with.
It’s fixin’ to rain here in the Wild West, which is a good thing.
We’re going up to Gil Reynold’s place tonight to see and hear Craig Carothers. We’re skipping the local Oktoberfest to do it, but we’ll probably go over to the Cultural Center for the wiener dog races this afternoon. Nothing says culture like wiener dog races. And Beer! 
(Actually it’s a fundraiser by the Rotary club.)
Time to go hit the shower.
**Sunny **- I do brush her on occasion but she’s an odd kitteh - brushing has to be on her terms at her pleasure.
We went out for not-too-terrible Chinese for lunch. **FCD **is about to take a nap and I think I’ll assume the crochet position in front of Netflix.