This and That

When our fierce yet tiny kitten came to live with us (lo these 15 years ago) she was afraid of everything and everyone, hiding under large, low furniture. She, very quickly, established TAB’s lap as her territory. Shortly thereafter she claimed his chair as her own, allowing TAB to sit there at her leisure.

At this point she’s only afraid of (more, she’s annoyed by and avoids) dogs, other cats and young children. What about the EMTs who make all too frequent appearances. She’s curious—who are these people and WHY aren’t they petting me or giving me treats. Last time or two they were here, she just ignored them. No treats, no cute attention.

From what I’ve read, the levees in Louisiana withstood Ida’s ferocity. Naturally, this tune comes to mind.

I love/hate subscription emails. Ya know, buy something at Pier One and all of a sudden you’re their best bud, getting at least one irritating sales mail a day. I have, HUZZAH, found one daily mailer that I don’t find bothersome at all—The Dodo. It’s all about pets and found animals—happy, fun stories and tales of cuties in need of a home. PLUS, I can watch on my cell because every tale comes with, YES, captioning! The ads don’t annoy me either—they’re for stuff my baby might actually need. All good, ya know?

I must be starting to heal. I want coffee at the start of the day again. Mmmmmm coffee. What’s next? Pinot noir? Malbec? Yeah, I know—given the blood thinners I’m on, I’ve got to go obscenely easy on the vino (a good idea anyway) BUT a wee espresso cup of the grape isn’t gonna hurt me. That is, it won’t hurt as longs I manage to stay upright. Falling’s a def no-no.
I’m now on my PT break. Meaning, the therapists won’t be in three times a week to torture me. So, I gotta do it myself. Joy. I can do this. Gotta mix it up though. Two rounds of the in-bed exercises and then time on the elliptical, a shower or walking laps (using my walker, with brace on) of the first floor. Out patient PT starts on September 17th.

Ever notice how great comedy/drama shows (like Buffy) go downhill after their fourth or fifth season but last a good three or four more? Specifically, they get all deep and serious. The humor aspect has taken a runner. I’m talking, now, about Lucifer. We’re in season six. Favorite characters are killed off. God’s retired and there’s a celestial war building to see which angel will inherit the god title. Humor has taken the last train for the coast. Everyone’s either diabolical or in tears. This NOT why I got hooked on the show. 

So, how's your Monday blooming?