Oddments

Skitter in her fancy nest

The high tower

It’s a whopping 31º this morning. Snow! It’s cold enough to snow, dammit. We’ve gone from summer to winter in the space of a few days. Jesus, the weather’s giving me whiplash. The cats, Jen’s Skitter and my Coco, don’t go outside but still, they know we’re well past sweater weather now.

Jen’s bought the sweetest nest for Skitter, who’s absolutely loving it. She looks like such a girl in it, no?

Here in my painted cottage, I’ve been making over The Amazing Bob’s study into a guest room. Coco has a high jungle gym-ish, padded and berugged tower which had been sitting by his window. When our beautiful, wise, funny man would sit in his big comfy office chair, scribbling poems, she’d keep him company, watching passing grackles, sparrows and falling leaves from her tall perch. Since his death she’s not climbed or played on it at all. In fact she won't even enter this, his, room.  Obvs I'm not the only one in big, fat mourning here.

Yesterday, I moved Coco’s high tower into our room and she is molto psyched. When not engaged in nap-a-thons (it happens – RILLY!) she watches all the passing, airborne wildlife. This is now her fave place to be.
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The Princess in her cozy loft

A coupla words which, this morning, are really appealing to me.

Moribund
adjective
1. in a dying state; near death.
2. on the verge of extinction or termination.
3. not progressing or advancing; stagnant:
a moribund political party.

Yeah, bleak as all hell but expressive. I like the way it rolls off the tongue and, waddyaknow, you can dance to it.

Enjambment. This is what it means:

noun
the running on of the thought from one line, couplet, or stanza to the next without a syntactical break.

And this is what it sounds like it should mean:

the state of being blocked/unable to move
The door was enjambed so I was unable to pass through.

My definition makes a shit-ton more sense, does it not? C'mon, you know it does.
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Ya know what'd really hit the spot? A long soak in a hot tub, that's what. I heard there's a place in Inman Square which offers this as well as massage. I’m not keen on having a massage (not that I’ve ever had one – I’m just not thrilled about having a stranger touch me) but hot tubs? I’m so there!

I could have a wander Mass Ave, check out all the cool, funky shops and then have a nice long soak in the warm, bubbly fizz. PERFECT day! Problem – no solo hot tubbing allowed. There's a two person minimum. 'the fuck?! I haz a big sad now. Most of my chums work during the day – they’re not all flexi-hour-work-from-home like me. *sigh*

What? Like slavery and keeping us Vagina
Americans barefoot, pregnant and fetching beers?

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I don't know how her last name's supposed to sound but, in my head it's always Kayleigh McNinny.
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Even the Evangelical wing of Chistendom’s beginning to object to Trump and his cheerleaders now.

An evangelical Christian writer and pastor says he's been banned from the Liberty University campus for criticizing President Jerry Falwell, Jr., a longtime ally of President Donald Trump. (source)

Falwell is MOST solidly in the boot-licking, Nazis-R-Us Trump camp, (with Pence acting as dimwitted dupe, christianist apologizer in chief) but some of the students at his so-called college (AKA right wing indoctrination center) are showing a slim shred of acumen.

We are Liberty students who are disappointed with President Falwell’s endorsement and are tired of being associated with one of the worst presidential candidates in American history. Donald Trump does not represent our values and we want nothing to do with him. (source)

It's a start, it's something – a crack in the facade. I'll take it...for now.