One Thing and Another

I saved this from years ago! Loved it. 

And just below here,  here's what had Katie sealed to my side, hard glued to under my arm.   I had taken the blanket off that morning-just had the sheet. We were freezing, and I wouldn't get up.  I had a warm blankie last night and she slept on her side.  We were comfy!!

We've had a freeze warning quite often this year.  A tornado warning in the middle of the night last weekend  Sheesh! Then, 76 degrees... then freezing. 

Going to the eye Dr. this afternoon.  Routine.  Have to see my regular Dr. Thursday early.  😑 Follow up.  

What'cha doing, all of you?  I made some wonderful homemade chili last Friday.  Oh my goodness it was good.  For mine, there's lots of red and yellow pepper pieces, large ones-- and large onion pieces.  Red pepper flakes for heat. Chili powder of course.  pinto beans, and the best grade of ground beef. No fat swimming in this pot!  Nothing too good for other favorite brother who visited for the weekend. 

Another Good Morning From.....

This is for people who have fur kids.  Those pet parents can understand because they have been through it all the time as well as I have.  

Me'nHer got up at the same time.  She's first, so straight into the kitchen to get her breakfast ready.  Now for two days, she's hardly eaten her soft food or kibble...even her utmost favorites.   I have followed her around several times and brought it to her...and she had maybe half a FF throughout the day.  Worried me. She played some, rolled around a tad, and came up to me for lovin's quite a bit more than usual. Slept even more than usual.

We headed to bed.  The light was off, and she sneezed in my face.  Several times.  I'd seen her working her mouth so to speak, quite a bit during late afternoon and evening.  She did sneeze twice at isolated times in th4e day. 

This morning she tore into the teaspoon of soft food I give her to keep her from horking,  Then I give her more 15 or so minutes later.  However, she had eaten dry food in the night (good news actually) and the teaspoon of food pushed her over the edge.  I will tell you! What a time of it for me.

My eggs and coffee, piping hot and just out of the pot and off the stove, lay there cooling rapidly while I moved heavy furniture around to clean up 5 hork piles.  BIG ones and wet.   I had to move an end table out into the floor, unplug a lamp, and still squeeze through the space and turned sideways from the two piles there on the carpet.  I bent from the waist as my knees won't work.  (not kidding.) And cleaning up wet drippy hork with paper towels,  as I was bending over & turned sideways to  the piles is not easy. As I was cleaning-she hurled again on the brass floor lamp base.  Then, down the hallway, then in her room. Ice formed over the eggs and coffee.  I heard scratchy voiced laughter coming from the back of the house. Her meows are scratchy and low sounding any more except when she is bringing her family down the hall into the bedroom.  She was like a clarion horn as always, last night when Donkey came down to join me.  But scratchy and low when it's just a conversation between us. 

M girl is fifteen years old and will be sixteen by year's end.  She will have her annual in late April.  I always sweat out the blood tests.  They have been good so far.  She is using her powder room as she should.  A Three plus One combo daily.  Still, she is a very plump girl. It is from lack of activity.  I can't make her play. She has to want to.  Last night she did. 

OK..Nuff said, and then some.  

One of my tulips.

Who, ME? (rant rant rant rant)

 I was accidentally watching part of a Walton's Mountain TV show yesterday.  I  sat at the table eating my BLT, and that show came on.  No reason to get up and get the remote and change it.  I watched as I ate (and boy, was that lemonade delicious and cold!) The character of "Mary Ellen" is one I have never cared for in the least.  They consistently made her as hard-boiled as a scam artist selling fake whatevers.  She always talked in a smart alec way except to her baby...and was a know- it- all par excellence in the show. Always.  Nothing to like about her to me.  The writers didn't waste a second while penning her dialogue.  Just make it sharp and unpleasant.  And Pernell Roberts, "Adam", on Bonanza.  I would have drummed him out of the Cartwright family by the time he was one year old probably.  He left the show early on thank goodness and complained nonstop while he was on it I have read often.  And he wore his present-day politics like a sandwich board over his shoulders- even in that show.  If we are watching a fiction type of show, I don't want to know the actor's personal opinions whatever they are- about anything.  I reserve that for my actual friends.  My friends may tell me whatever they want whenever they want. ( Even use the thumb and forefinger thing though I may try to tie their hands behind their backs). 

One more thing...

Things That I Am Suddenly Very Tired Of:

The zillions of commercials with earnest-looking individuals delivering a message... all for your OWN good, of course. What I am particularly tired of is the posturing actors do with their hands.  They place their thumbs together- and then join the two forefingers together at the tips. This makes a triangular shape.  They must have been told in salesmanship class that it makes them look earnest and truthful as they do their dialogue.   Being on a rant here I see, I would like to tie their thumbs together.  

Whoopty Do

 By cracky, I got myself to the track and did what I was supposed to do.  Not swim on the concrete.  See Katie's bloggie for those details and pictures from the iPhone. 

I got home after three miles of it (not swimming on the concrete) and fell onto the fridge like a ravening wolf.  Getting out the BLT makings for the third day in a row.  (and Dr. Pepper) As Katie or I mentioned in hers or my blog yesterday, I was starved.  Emaciated, weakened..unable to hardly negotiate the steps to the kitchen door or open the fridge but...I did it through herculean effort.  I fell into eating that resulting sandwich with the zeal most people would have on finding a perfect 100-carat diamond or something, lying on the sidewalk.  (Or do I mean swimming pool)?  I'll go ahead and ask Katie if I can show you the swimming pool...she just said yes, but that I had to leave the stats there with her. 

My swimming lane is really filled with hard water!  

Anyway, when I got home, after throwing down the sandwich and Dr. Pepper, I finished making the bed, and must do the dishes.  (no machine..just my hands).  

When I got here, a little girlie who truly knows I have loved all her ancestors for years, tried and succeeded in getting my attention.  Here she is.  My story with and about her ancestors and all those who have descended from them has appeared in my blog several times.  

She, and all her brothers and sisters in the yard looking so beautiful and regal in their purple, yellow, white, and blue dresses asked me to remind everyone to please try to resist lawn mowing in May so that the bees can eat.  Other insects too.  They asked so sweetly.  They are precious little ones. 

Sheesh!

 Katie was just saying in her own blog that I am in a slump.  Doing better right now after 4 days of sun or at least not rain, and trotting around the track as I used to.  Stopped aerobics for now,  Trying to get my VO2 back up again.  

Came home from the track and had a BLT way too early but boy, was it good.  A bowl of oatmeal just doesn't do it for me.  Tomatoes are not good yet of course.  Mealy. But better than nothing.  I've had a hot dog every day for 5 days I will add....  Nathan's. Mustard, relish, and raw onion.  Here...wanna kissy?  

Need to brush HER.  Get out and get some lemonade.  Something else on my list.  Not sure what I wrote.  

Katie's other fave brother won Teacher of the Year.  

He's agreed (they asked him, didn't tell him) to teach the 6th graders now.  Turned out he loves it...they love him...so things are happy for him.  He just interviewed for Teacher of the District this morning.  Hope he wins. He applied to go abroad again for Fulbright this summer.  If he does, that will be the 5th time.  This is in NC, but he has always worn orange for the most part...has the Power T everywhere, and the kids for 20 years are fans of UT.  

Micah got a much needed bath yesterday 

The Red Red Robbin is indeed bob bob bobbin' along.