Coffee is tasting mighty good this morning after a night of weird, disjointed dreams.
The little cat, Smooch, sleeps on the top step right outside my bedroom door so that as soon as I open my door in the morning she can greet me and rush downstairs to be fed. Every single morning.
Then the other older, slower and fatter cat stretches and joins the chorus to be fed, alerting Bitey, the lovebird, that the house is stirring so he says hello.
No plans really. I hope to hit the gym today and Mr. Nature is going golfing with one or both boys.
Tomorrow we’ll tackle putting up the ceiling fan. Then I have to think about thinking about starting to think about packing for Andi’s house and my trip back home.
You know I live right by a golf course and I’ve never gotten into that. I guess if I played golf I would spend the most time in the club house bar. 🙂
They should give classes in spontaneous packing. You and Andi put too much thought into it.
You should go out early in the morning and pick up errant balls (don’t laugh) and then sell them. My son did that with his friend whose property abutted a country club. They made tons of money. Those balls (don’t laugh) are expensive!
I’m sore and exhausted (which is my general condition much of the time). I hope you’ve not been resting at a level past that which you can safely manage. Extreme Slacking can be dangerous. 😉
Extreme Slacking can be dangerous. Bite your tongue. I’ve always heard modertion in all things. But slacking seem one of the things I can’t get enough of.
Some people are just born natural slackers I guess. 🙂
The danger in it, my dear dear Family Man, is that if you slack too hard for too long in too convincing of a manner, someone might come along and think you’re in need of a pine box for burying. So just make the effort to eke out a good twitch every now and again, is all I’m saying. 😉
ME TOO! I am so pissed off at this illness lately I can barely articulate it. It’s so damn frustrating that I can never do anything I want to do, and I can never plan anything, and it controls even the few things I very occasionally do get to do. Grrr.
But the appt w/the new doc is 3 weeks from yesterday, so hopefully there will be some kind of something good come out of it. They might run me through the EMG again, which is all right if the doc knows what s/he’s doing, I just hope they don’t put me back in the damn hospital. I hate the hospital and I am not a good hospital patient.
You guys will have a blast, though. You’ll get to see Andi’s Woods™ and play with the dogs and be entertained by Jim’s wily wit. I want to see pictures! 🙂
At this point I’ve had EMGs from a couple of different neurologists so I know the procedure can be done with very little pain if it’s done right, but when it’s not, that test is like a form a medieval torture. I have a high tolerance for pain but damn.
They don’t like me at the hospital because I know stuff and they can’t bullshit me. I bet it’s the same with you. 🙂
That’s exactly the reason. They can’t bullshit me.
I broke a shoulder years ago and I was in the hospital for a week. After two days the doctor said he was going to refuse to treat me if I kept being the way I was. I never did anything but ask him questions. But I have to admit they had pumped me full of morphine at that time and I wasn’t holding anything back.
The EMG I has was medieval torture. I came out of there telling them never again.
I so don’t blame you on the never again, that was exactly how I felt after the first guy made an electrified pin cushion out of me. The second guy had a Gift, though, and cured me of my fear of the procedure.
I will never again remain the patient of a doc who won’t field my perfectly appropriate questions. They need to remember who the employer in that relationship is, and that it ain’t them. 🙂 I’m still nervous about seeing the new guy, though. Every new doc makes me nervous. I’m so grateful to have the Cafe to come back to after the appt so I can decompress with comedy, chocolate, and hugs from friends.
I agree about the doctors, but when I broke my shoulder I was in the military and it was pretty much I didn’t have a choice. At that time if I could have, I would have told the doctor in the strogest terms (I would have cussed his ass into the ground) what I thought of him.
Quite all right, FM. I’m just about ready to head off and rustle up some breakfast, myself. I may stop by later, depending how I’m feeling. Wishing you a snake-free, alligator-free, doctor-free, stress-free, slack-filled day. 🙂
Back a few years when no one could figure out what was wrong with Dr.Mc (Celiac Sprue) she had a couple of EMGs, one done well, one poorly. I found it very hard not to bop the doctor on the bad one. You have my sympathies if you have to go through another one. Oh, and mark me down next to SN for hating your illness.
Ah, I didn’t know Dr. Mc had the celiac! My housemate E has that. She grew up with it, decided to ignore it as a teenager, but then had health complications as she got older so went back on the restrictive diet a few years after we met. It changed both of our diets fairly drastically — the first year she switched back I kept cookies and such out of the house so she could adapt, and that helped clean my diet up a lot too. Did you find yourself changing your diet along with your wife?
Laura’s never been a big fan of bread, and we found pastas that are at least as good as wheat, so she’s fine with having my varieties of both around, as long as I’m careful about crumbs and things. The only things I’m not allowed to have in the house are red licorice, Kraft mac & cheese, and vanila wafers. It has changed the restaraunts we can go to.
She started having major health effects in her second year of college, but we didn’t get a diagnosis until after grad school. Muscle weakness and being under-weight were her big problems, which is part of why I have a pretty good physics education background. Having to do most of her typing meant learning a lot of what she was learning. I can’t tell you how delighted I was when she put on thirty pounds in her second year as a prof.
Yes, some of the replacement pastas are very good! E gets this millet bread that she really loves but I’ve never tried it. Funny, her weight symptoms went the other way, and once she cut gluten out of her diet again she lost approx 80lbs the first year.
Wow, that must have been really tough on Laura all the way through school like that. I am very impressed that she continued. I was just going into my senior year when I got sick (late entry undergrad) and I had to drop out. Of course, I didn’t have some studly smart writer in love with me willing to type up my notes, either. 😉
Interesting on the weight front. Laura was not quite dangerous skinny, and we think one of the reasons we had such trouble getting a diagnosis (10 years from first symptoms) was that they thought she was anorexic but didn’t want to mention or deal with it.
And, yeah, very tough. She had a lot of frustration and stress and days when she couldn’t really lift anything or walk very far without terrible weakness. But she’s tough as nails and deadly stubborn once she’s made up her mind. I think she’d have made it without me, but her advisor’s husband did congratulate me first after her defense, and Laura credits me with a portion of her degree.
Laura’s got a couple of breads she finds as acceptable mediums for jelly, and one fabulous brand of bagels. A fantastic GF rich coop just opened about forty minutes from our place and that’s been a huge help.
I have a dark view of the misogyny in medicine after my experience. When I first got sick my presentation was similar to Laura’s in that I had severe muscle weakness (I was in a wheelchair for a while) and drastic sudden weight loss — from a stable adult weight of 125lbs I dropped to 98lbs in less than 8 weeks. And I had to go through the charges of anorexia and drug abuse (and then HIV because I’m queer) and all this other crap while I was emphatically telling them, “I do not have that.” No one took me seriously for almost 2 months.
I was just telling E about you & Dr. Mc just the other day, actually; relaying a piece of a conversation you & I had, and I mentioned that while I like you very genuinely for who you are, I also like you for the way you love your wife. It’s very beautiful, the love you obviously have for her.
Ten years, my god. I’m still underdiagnosed at this point but Laura’s story gives me hope; I’m only coming up on 7 years! 🙂
Yep, no one ever actually said eating disorder, but in retrospect it became pretty clear that’s what a lot veiled language was directed at. There was no overt misogyny, but I will note that it took a smart young woman doctor who really cared about Laura as a person to figure it out. She didn’t have a big weight loss, but she never grew out of her post-adolescent skinniness. Her muscle weakness was related to magnesium deficiency and supplements had some mitigating effects.
Laura’s the center of my universe. It was love at first site, and every day for the seventeen years since it’s been love at first sight of the day. Our relationship is the single most important thing in my world, and only my writing comes even close in intensity. As a side benefit it makes a lot of other decisions very easy, because I know exactly what my priorities are.
Ten very long years, yes. I’m glad it gives you some hope, and I’ll keep my fingers crossed that this new doctor gets it right for you, and that it’s something amenable to solutions or at the very least mitigation. Sometimes it just takes a bloody damn lot of time.
I did not want to nose in, but my aunt also has this. She spent about 25 years suffering before she was able to get a correct diagnosis. They labeled it as IBS and treated her with medication for that. Then they told her it was endometriosis, and then it was back to IBS again. They also told her that this usually runs in families and her daughter just started to show starting symptoms. I and several of my cousins also have been diagnosed with IBS, but none of us have been diagnosed with Celiac yet. Mine is defiantly nerves. When I was working it was horrible because I could not stand my boss and was afraid to open my mouth to her about problems. When they told me I was going to have to take anti-anxiety meds, I decided it was time to quite.
But anyhow the reason I posted is because my aunt found a few recopies for bread and cakes that are GF. She said they were better then some of the store bought ones. I can get these from her and post them later this weekend if you would like.
There’s a pretty good diagnostic test for Celiac where they do a biopsy of the small intestine, so if you are concerned about it, you can talk to your doctor and see if s/he thinks you should have the test, based on your family history.
And please don’t ever feel like you’re butting in when you’re in the Cafe, Mrs. WTP. The nature of this place is chatty, friendly and open. 🙂
What Indy said about nosing in. Pretty much all cafe conversation is open to all. Think of if as one of those really interesting parties where there are half a dozen cool welcoming conversations going on.
Hey RF!! You make me feel like I have energy just reading your morning greeting! How goes it today? Did you sleep at all, or merely wait til everyone else woke up to get started changing the world?
At least good ice cream is. It can be eaten at any time for any occasion, celebratory or consoling or anything in between. And therefor it can be made any time.
G’morning, Miss O! I framed some of your gorgeous images last night, btw, and once I get them hung up I will drop you an email later with a picture. 🙂
They look terrific in the frames! I really want to do something for you in exchange for these pictures, I was thinking maybe buying you a year of Flickr Pro or something like that, but maybe you will let me know what you’d like via email. 🙂
Since Cat and George are such good buddies, they both prefer to sleep by each other. Cat gets a little upset with George from time to time when he jumps up and starts barking, but she usually goes right back to sleep.
No desk. I’m out on the screen porch in a camp chair. We just had a very light rain and it was lovely. And now the birds are all out cheeping and looking for worms and such, which has distracted the cats so I can actually type with both hands.
And makes for big smiles on the good ones. Every year when winter comes and I have to fold up the office and put in the basement I get very whiney. And every spring Laura has to spend a good bit of time convincing me not to put it up before we’re sure there won’t be another snow, and again, I get whiney.
Morning all.
Good morning, FM.
I can see you were off to an early start today.
Good morning ask. Yeah Andi is on vacation and I figured I’d open this morning.
How’re you this am?
Pretty good.
My overseas trip was canceled, so I can take it easy this weekend. It was a very busy week, though.
How about you?
Doing fine. I was wondering about your trip.
I see a very slackerly weekend coming up for you. Good. 🙂
Yup.
curly says breakfast coming up.
I’ll check back later. Do you have a quiet house this weekend, or lots of visitors?
Enjoy Breakfast and tell curly I said hi.
Semi quiet. Some left and others came in.
Morning Family Man and Ask!!!!!
Morning Refinish. How’re ya doing today?
Doing Great!!!! Just did a new design for one of my shops and drinking some coffee.
IT’S GENETIC
Coffee is tasting mighty good this morning after a night of weird, disjointed dreams.
The little cat, Smooch, sleeps on the top step right outside my bedroom door so that as soon as I open my door in the morning she can greet me and rush downstairs to be fed. Every single morning.
Then the other older, slower and fatter cat stretches and joins the chorus to be fed, alerting Bitey, the lovebird, that the house is stirring so he says hello.
Morning SN. You make it sound like you’re in a Disney movie with the animals coming to greet you good morning. Nice. 🙂
I feel like I live on a farm sometimes instead of the middle of suburbia.
Did you sleep any? You were up late again.
Yeah I got some sleep. Thanks for asking.
I still haven’t completely gotten back into my routine yet.
Ya’ll got big plans for this weekend?
No plans really. I hope to hit the gym today and Mr. Nature is going golfing with one or both boys.
Tomorrow we’ll tackle putting up the ceiling fan. Then I have to think about thinking about starting to think about packing for Andi’s house and my trip back home.
You know I live right by a golf course and I’ve never gotten into that. I guess if I played golf I would spend the most time in the club house bar. 🙂
They should give classes in spontaneous packing. You and Andi put too much thought into it.
Andi puts no thought into it – just procrastinating.
I have to figure out how to cram 9 days worth of clothes into a carry-on.
Easy solution. Make up a package and fex-ex it to where you’re going.
You’re probably kidding but that’s a great idea!
I’ve got tons of them. 🙂
You should go out early in the morning and pick up errant balls (don’t laugh) and then sell them. My son did that with his friend whose property abutted a country club. They made tons of money. Those balls (don’t laugh) are expensive!
My youngest brother, who is the golfer, did that when he was young. Sounds like to much exercise to me.
Train George to do it.
Well, I better get to making the scones for breakfast – raspberry white chocolate.
Doesn’t she? In my head, it looks kinda like this over at her place:
LOL Indy, that’s exactly what I was picturing.
How’re you today?
It’s sort of an iconic image, I think.
I’m sore and exhausted (which is my general condition much of the time). I hope you’ve not been resting at a level past that which you can safely manage. Extreme Slacking can be dangerous. 😉
Extreme Slacking can be dangerous. Bite your tongue. I’ve always heard modertion in all things. But slacking seem one of the things I can’t get enough of.
Some people are just born natural slackers I guess. 🙂
The danger in it, my dear dear Family Man, is that if you slack too hard for too long in too convincing of a manner, someone might come along and think you’re in need of a pine box for burying. So just make the effort to eke out a good twitch every now and again, is all I’m saying. 😉
Good point. 🙂
Funny Indy should mention that. I just ran across one on Craigslist this morning and I couldn’t help but think of a coffin.
The listing linky thingy
That looks remarkably like me, as you can well imagine.
Morning Indy. Got a cake hangover?
I did eat nothing but junk yesterday, but I only got halfway through the cake. Rank amateur.
I laugh at your pathetic attempt to be a pig.
Hope you start feeling better real soon. I’m more than bummed that I won’t be seeing you.
ME TOO! I am so pissed off at this illness lately I can barely articulate it. It’s so damn frustrating that I can never do anything I want to do, and I can never plan anything, and it controls even the few things I very occasionally do get to do. Grrr.
But the appt w/the new doc is 3 weeks from yesterday, so hopefully there will be some kind of something good come out of it. They might run me through the EMG again, which is all right if the doc knows what s/he’s doing, I just hope they don’t put me back in the damn hospital. I hate the hospital and I am not a good hospital patient.
You guys will have a blast, though. You’ll get to see Andi’s Woods™ and play with the dogs and be entertained by Jim’s wily wit. I want to see pictures! 🙂
Ok, but pictures of the wild threesome (or more if Sniff joins in) are probably not going to be posted.
I hate your fucking illness too.
Indy I’ve had an EMG before and you’re much braver than I am. Those damn things hurt.
I’m the same as you on the stays in the hospital. I’m a horrible patient and the times I’ve been in, they couldn’t wait to get me out.
At this point I’ve had EMGs from a couple of different neurologists so I know the procedure can be done with very little pain if it’s done right, but when it’s not, that test is like a form a medieval torture. I have a high tolerance for pain but damn.
They don’t like me at the hospital because I know stuff and they can’t bullshit me. I bet it’s the same with you. 🙂
That’s exactly the reason. They can’t bullshit me.
I broke a shoulder years ago and I was in the hospital for a week. After two days the doctor said he was going to refuse to treat me if I kept being the way I was. I never did anything but ask him questions. But I have to admit they had pumped me full of morphine at that time and I wasn’t holding anything back.
The EMG I has was medieval torture. I came out of there telling them never again.
I so don’t blame you on the never again, that was exactly how I felt after the first guy made an electrified pin cushion out of me. The second guy had a Gift, though, and cured me of my fear of the procedure.
I will never again remain the patient of a doc who won’t field my perfectly appropriate questions. They need to remember who the employer in that relationship is, and that it ain’t them. 🙂 I’m still nervous about seeing the new guy, though. Every new doc makes me nervous. I’m so grateful to have the Cafe to come back to after the appt so I can decompress with comedy, chocolate, and hugs from friends.
Hi again Indy. Sorry I had to run.
I agree about the doctors, but when I broke my shoulder I was in the military and it was pretty much I didn’t have a choice. At that time if I could have, I would have told the doctor in the strogest terms (I would have cussed his ass into the ground) what I thought of him.
Quite all right, FM. I’m just about ready to head off and rustle up some breakfast, myself. I may stop by later, depending how I’m feeling. Wishing you a snake-free, alligator-free, doctor-free, stress-free, slack-filled day. 🙂
My goodness you have a good memory. 🙂
You have a good day too Indy.
Back a few years when no one could figure out what was wrong with Dr.Mc (Celiac Sprue) she had a couple of EMGs, one done well, one poorly. I found it very hard not to bop the doctor on the bad one. You have my sympathies if you have to go through another one. Oh, and mark me down next to SN for hating your illness.
Ah, I didn’t know Dr. Mc had the celiac! My housemate E has that. She grew up with it, decided to ignore it as a teenager, but then had health complications as she got older so went back on the restrictive diet a few years after we met. It changed both of our diets fairly drastically — the first year she switched back I kept cookies and such out of the house so she could adapt, and that helped clean my diet up a lot too. Did you find yourself changing your diet along with your wife?
Laura’s never been a big fan of bread, and we found pastas that are at least as good as wheat, so she’s fine with having my varieties of both around, as long as I’m careful about crumbs and things. The only things I’m not allowed to have in the house are red licorice, Kraft mac & cheese, and vanila wafers. It has changed the restaraunts we can go to.
She started having major health effects in her second year of college, but we didn’t get a diagnosis until after grad school. Muscle weakness and being under-weight were her big problems, which is part of why I have a pretty good physics education background. Having to do most of her typing meant learning a lot of what she was learning. I can’t tell you how delighted I was when she put on thirty pounds in her second year as a prof.
Yes, some of the replacement pastas are very good! E gets this millet bread that she really loves but I’ve never tried it. Funny, her weight symptoms went the other way, and once she cut gluten out of her diet again she lost approx 80lbs the first year.
Wow, that must have been really tough on Laura all the way through school like that. I am very impressed that she continued. I was just going into my senior year when I got sick (late entry undergrad) and I had to drop out. Of course, I didn’t have some studly smart writer in love with me willing to type up my notes, either. 😉
Interesting on the weight front. Laura was not quite dangerous skinny, and we think one of the reasons we had such trouble getting a diagnosis (10 years from first symptoms) was that they thought she was anorexic but didn’t want to mention or deal with it.
And, yeah, very tough. She had a lot of frustration and stress and days when she couldn’t really lift anything or walk very far without terrible weakness. But she’s tough as nails and deadly stubborn once she’s made up her mind. I think she’d have made it without me, but her advisor’s husband did congratulate me first after her defense, and Laura credits me with a portion of her degree.
Laura’s got a couple of breads she finds as acceptable mediums for jelly, and one fabulous brand of bagels. A fantastic GF rich coop just opened about forty minutes from our place and that’s been a huge help.
I have a dark view of the misogyny in medicine after my experience. When I first got sick my presentation was similar to Laura’s in that I had severe muscle weakness (I was in a wheelchair for a while) and drastic sudden weight loss — from a stable adult weight of 125lbs I dropped to 98lbs in less than 8 weeks. And I had to go through the charges of anorexia and drug abuse (and then HIV because I’m queer) and all this other crap while I was emphatically telling them, “I do not have that.” No one took me seriously for almost 2 months.
I was just telling E about you & Dr. Mc just the other day, actually; relaying a piece of a conversation you & I had, and I mentioned that while I like you very genuinely for who you are, I also like you for the way you love your wife. It’s very beautiful, the love you obviously have for her.
Ten years, my god. I’m still underdiagnosed at this point but Laura’s story gives me hope; I’m only coming up on 7 years! 🙂
Yep, no one ever actually said eating disorder, but in retrospect it became pretty clear that’s what a lot veiled language was directed at. There was no overt misogyny, but I will note that it took a smart young woman doctor who really cared about Laura as a person to figure it out. She didn’t have a big weight loss, but she never grew out of her post-adolescent skinniness. Her muscle weakness was related to magnesium deficiency and supplements had some mitigating effects.
Laura’s the center of my universe. It was love at first site, and every day for the seventeen years since it’s been love at first sight of the day. Our relationship is the single most important thing in my world, and only my writing comes even close in intensity. As a side benefit it makes a lot of other decisions very easy, because I know exactly what my priorities are.
Ten very long years, yes. I’m glad it gives you some hope, and I’ll keep my fingers crossed that this new doctor gets it right for you, and that it’s something amenable to solutions or at the very least mitigation. Sometimes it just takes a bloody damn lot of time.
I did not want to nose in, but my aunt also has this. She spent about 25 years suffering before she was able to get a correct diagnosis. They labeled it as IBS and treated her with medication for that. Then they told her it was endometriosis, and then it was back to IBS again. They also told her that this usually runs in families and her daughter just started to show starting symptoms. I and several of my cousins also have been diagnosed with IBS, but none of us have been diagnosed with Celiac yet. Mine is defiantly nerves. When I was working it was horrible because I could not stand my boss and was afraid to open my mouth to her about problems. When they told me I was going to have to take anti-anxiety meds, I decided it was time to quite.
But anyhow the reason I posted is because my aunt found a few recopies for bread and cakes that are GF. She said they were better then some of the store bought ones. I can get these from her and post them later this weekend if you would like.
Thanks!!!
There’s a pretty good diagnostic test for Celiac where they do a biopsy of the small intestine, so if you are concerned about it, you can talk to your doctor and see if s/he thinks you should have the test, based on your family history.
And please don’t ever feel like you’re butting in when you’re in the Cafe, Mrs. WTP. The nature of this place is chatty, friendly and open. 🙂
Thanks,
That would be very sweet.
What Indy said about nosing in. Pretty much all cafe conversation is open to all. Think of if as one of those really interesting parties where there are half a dozen cool welcoming conversations going on.
What Indy and Kelly said.
What Indy and Kelly and Family Man said. (I was feeling left out 🙂
Sending warm thoughts of Love and Healing your way Indy!!!!
Thanks, RF! I’ll imagine them arriving on a colorful, clever t-shirt. 😉
I love it!!! Good morning!!!
Morning SN!!!!!
Hey RF!! You make me feel like I have energy just reading your morning greeting! How goes it today? Did you sleep at all, or merely wait til everyone else woke up to get started changing the world?
LOL I don’t sleep a lot. LOL I guess I have to much angst or energy or something. LOL
FM, ask, refinish, SN, and Indy!
Good Lourd – do you ever sleep?
I guess I don’t need so much sometimes … 🙂
I’ve got guests coming for the night, so I have to do a bit of cleaning … otherwise I might have slept in a bit.
Good morning Olivia. What SN said about sleep.
How are you today? Are you all set for the great ice cream experiment pt2 … 🙂
Yep sure am. I’ve already gotten everything set up and just need to pour the mixture in. You think 8:00 am is too early for ice cream? Nah.
Not too early to eat!
I hope it works out … 🙂
It has to! I’ve added chocolate to the recipe.
Of course you know what will happen if it doesn’t work out. 🙂
What kind of chocolate — that might be nb later … 😉
At least good ice cream is. It can be eaten at any time for any occasion, celebratory or consoling or anything in between. And therefor it can be made any time.
My POV exactly.
Hell even so so icecream works if you don’t have anything else. LOL
G’morning, Miss O! I framed some of your gorgeous images last night, btw, and once I get them hung up I will drop you an email later with a picture. 🙂
I feel sorta famous lol … I can’t wait to see!
They look terrific in the frames! I really want to do something for you in exchange for these pictures, I was thinking maybe buying you a year of Flickr Pro or something like that, but maybe you will let me know what you’d like via email. 🙂
I’m having an identity crisis. Eek!
Don’t freak out. Yours is going to look beautiful on the wall right across from hers. (I think. It might have to be another wall. We’ll see.)
I keep trying to get her to set up an online shop but will she listen to me???? LOL
And now I’m in the thinking about it stage lol.
Could I send you an email if I have questions?
Of course you can. I am always willing to help someone out if I can.
Morning Olivia!!!!
It’s good to see you! I’ve been over visiting your blog and your podcasts — great stuff!
Thank you!!!!! I appreciate that. Keep checking back as I will soon be doing some candidate interviews.
(I just can’t manage exclamation points at this hour)
Always good to see your energetic presence in the cafe. Nice design, btw.
Thanks!!! I am always excitable and the exclamation marks are sort of my trade mark as is the LOL,
I’ve got three cats trying to help me type and drink my morning tea. Earl Green, yummy. Hope all is well with the frog ponders this morning.
Speaking of which, what does the frog ponder? They can’t navel gaze. No navel.
Maybe they belly gaze — fat pudgy little bellies … oh wait, that’s toads … 🙂
Or perhaps they loop their tongues into little mobius strips inside their mouths and contemplate the nature of infinity.
No, that’s lesbians.
I don’t know how I could have got the two confused. Mea culpa.
Morning Kelly. Frog pondering is to metaphysical for me.
I’ve been lucky with Cat so far. She has never tried to crawl upon my desk.
Smooch has to be on my lap, sitting on my shoulder like a vulture, or sleeping in front of the monitor.
Since Cat and George are such good buddies, they both prefer to sleep by each other. Cat gets a little upset with George from time to time when he jumps up and starts barking, but she usually goes right back to sleep.
Gives new meaning to the phrase ‘fight like cats and dogs’
Ok, now I better go make those scones.
Have a good day everyone.
Have a good day!
No desk. I’m out on the screen porch in a camp chair. We just had a very light rain and it was lovely. And now the birds are all out cheeping and looking for worms and such, which has distracted the cats so I can actually type with both hands.
And makes for big smiles on the good ones. Every year when winter comes and I have to fold up the office and put in the basement I get very whiney. And every spring Laura has to spend a good bit of time convincing me not to put it up before we’re sure there won’t be another snow, and again, I get whiney.
Once I ever get the wireless hub in, I hope to be doing that.
It’s that time of year … lot’s of controversy this year!
You mean there’s something else on besides the World Cup? Huh, who knew.
Every day the few weeks will be filled will all sort of interesting and wonderful cycling antics and displays of athleticism.
Family Mom is up. Gotta go for a little bit.
Everyone have a great Canada Day!
See you later …
Happy Canada Day! :*
Froggy Bottom Coffee Cart II here