Angry beast
We had to take the little beast to the vet today. He’s okay – it’s time for his one-year booster shots. He’s more like a year and a half, but let’s not quibble.
Oh, he was not a happy beast. The sounds coming out of the carrier were angry kitty sounds, not scared kitty sounds. This one has a lovely temperament, but he sulks and holds grudges.
So did Charlotte. It’s either a black-and-white cat thing, or a feral thing.
October 21, 2019 — 8:57 pm
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Cup o’ tea
Small and lame. I’ve felt a bit under the weather today.
Speaking of weather, today was the first day without any rain for weeks. It’s been gray and depressing.
Linguistic note: Americans spell grAy with an A, English spell grEy with an E. Weasel’s handy mnemonic. I have to know these things.
October 20, 2019 — 7:08 pm
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weaselfist!
Well, no, not my actual fist. I’m just trawling through Google Images for hands and feet.
Let me tell you something, some of those pictures are gross.
October 19, 2019 — 8:01 pm
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Ow.
No, no…I didn’t cut myself. But Uncle B got stung by a wasp!
We’ve lived with a kitchen full of wasps all summer. The nest is in the tiny gap between the inner ceiling and the outer roof of the kitchen, so we’re reluctant to spray poison in there.
We can see the hole outside they use for a main door, but everything I’ve read says DO NOT plug the hole. The wasps will find another way and they’ll be pissed. We’re waiting for the first good frost to kill them off.
Miracle this is the first sting either of us has had, really.
Have a good weekend!
October 18, 2019 — 8:23 pm
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Pull my finger!
Changing the subject, have you seen this thing? It’s a world map of radio stations. And you can click on any one of them and listen.
Hours of fun.
October 17, 2019 — 8:59 pm
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Now I’m really grasping
Nah, not really. I could do this for a year.
I won’t! Don’t worry. I promise. I won’t.
October 16, 2019 — 7:08 pm
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First one foot, then the other.
It’s like the Hokey Pokey up in here.
I realize I’ve been fobbing you off with the most low-effort Inktober ever, but I’m still not feeling 100%. It’s been kind of nice knowing exactly what I had to post for two weeks, especially while I’ve been feeling ick.
October 15, 2019 — 8:29 pm
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Please accept this small, sad foot
I was under the cat all evening. He doesn’t do kitteny things very often any more, so I hate to disturb him when he does.
October 14, 2019 — 8:50 pm
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The ‘mwah!’ sign
I’m getting cleverer. I’ve put a pen and paper by the comfy chair.
I’ve had my elderly backside in that chair for a week now, as I recover from this lurgy.
Getting there. Still have a cough and no appetite, but it’s hardly worth mentioning.
Hope you all had a wonderful weekend.
October 13, 2019 — 6:46 pm
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Rats
Poop. My quill broke (see glop in middle) and I couldn’t be bothered to cut another one.
Which put me in mind of a blog post I read when I was looking into quill pens: “Alfred, Lord Tennyson who, whilst living on the Isle of Wight in the mid-1850s, bent the end of his quill and threw it down in disgust. It was picked up by a local farmer, William Thomas, in whose family it was kept until its donation to the Museum of Writing.”
I hope you find the article interesting, because I just burned a solid half hour trying to find it again. Yes, there’s a picture of Tennyson’s busted quill.
October 12, 2019 — 8:20 pm
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