Saturday, September 2, 2023
Friday, September 1, 2023
THE FRIDAY FUNNIES
It's been a frustrating week.
A delivery of a new dishwasher for my next door neighbor ran afoul of her apparently being in the shower when it arrived and her not hearing my repeated ringings of her doorbell and pounding on her door.
So I have been trying for three days through multiple telephone calls to get the delivery rescheduled.
Finally this morning I thought I was getting somewhere.
Until the guy on the other end of the phone said he couldn't do it then because his computers were down and I'd have to call back in a couple of hours and try again.
And do you know what the guy with the computers down does for a living?
He's a member of The Geek Squad at the well-known store!
Sheesh!
And I won't bore you with the waiting games the BAD and SWMBO have been playing this week.
Suffice it to say that the BAD still doesn't know if she'll have to have surgery for her broken elbow and SWMBO learned that she will definitely have to have a knee replacement.
So with that sad tune I'm playing on the world's smallest violin let's get on with something of a lighter note.
Saturday, August 26, 2023
UPDATE/NO UPDATE
So here's a report on the state of play in Modern Medicine.
Sometimes it feels like the medicos are just playing but then when we are sick or hurt we all want instant gratification.
So, as I reported yesterday, our daughter . . currently known here as the BAD or Beautiful Artistic Daughter . . took a tumble coming out of an appointment and broke a bone in or around the elbow of her left arm.
She points out that she was sober at the time.
I point out that her left arm is her dominant arm.
She is seriously left-handed.
And she's an artist!
But she went to a hospital emergency room and got splinted and taped and her arm looked like this.
Friday, August 25, 2023
THE FRIDAY FUNNIES
Well, it's Friday again.
(It's actually Thursday when I'm compiling these but don't tell anyone.)
I hope your week has been good and nobody arraigned on your parade. 😉
It's been quiet around here, other than doctor and lab visits.
Oh, and the BAD fell and broke her elbow.
She was coming out of a hospice appointment (she volunteers) when she missed a step and took a tumble.
Fortunately it was her left arm.
Oh, no, wait.
She's left-handed!
Wednesday, August 23, 2023
STEREOTYPICALLY SPEAKING
I read an article the other day sent to me by my pal Tom over in California about asking A.I. (that's Artificial Intelligence) to design typical residents of each state.
So, just for fun, I went to Microsoft's A.I. Image Generator and asked it to create a stereotypical Arizonan to see what I'd get.
And here it is.
Tuesday, August 22, 2023
WERE YOU TALKIN' ABOUT ME? HUH?
Having read all of your comments on yesterday's post, I decided to read them to Sweety-Pie and see if she would change her attitude and/or habits.
Here was her reaction.
"Did I give you permission to talk about me in your stupid blog?
Well?
Did I?"
As you can undoubtedly tell, neither my nor your comments had a tad of effect on her.
So we shall live with what, as YP noted, we have created.
Coincidentally, I received the following photo from one of our grandchildren this morning.
Monday, August 21, 2023
CAT CONDUCT
Our cat, Sweetie-Pie, does this.
She'll sit and stare into SWMBO's face for a very long time.
Finally, the lady will give up and feed her.
Our spoiled little b . . . lovely sweet cat will only eat seafood Shreds out of cans most of the time.
SWMBO has learned that if she ignores the cat pleas for long enough, S.P. will take a rare bite or two of dry food that is always there at her dining spot.
When either one of us goes into the kitchen for whatever reason, S.P. follows joyously, sure that she is going to be fed.
Again.
And she has an irritating habit of waking Judy at 4 o'clock in the morning, demanding her huge breakfast.
Judy has taken to ignoring her and I have taken to rising between 5:30 and 6:00 a.m. to feed her and allow the mistress a few more minutes of uninterrupted sleep.
I've usually had enough sleep by that time anyway and it's time to start my day.
So I don't mind.
Except.
Sweetie-Pie jumped up on my bed and woke me at 3:30 THIS MORNING!
I ignored her until she came back around 4 and tried again.
This time I reached out, put my hand on her back and held her down.
Gently.
She apparently took the hint and went to sleep.
But finally, responding to demands voiced in her quiet but insistent murmurs, I rose a little before 6 and fed her.
Once satisfying her ravenous appetite, she goes back into SWMBO's room and curls up for a nap on the foot of her bed.
I would swear that I've read that cats can sleep 18 to 20 hours out of every 24.
Apparently Sweetie-Pie never got that message.