It has come to my attention that I am intensely ugly and I lisp, to which I plead guilty as charged. And as for feral cats, I suppose they go where they can get a handout and a place to sleep. Maybe your house? To wit, to woo, I thaught I thaw a puddy cat.
I had a perfectly lovely, but intensely cold weekend. Made a big pot of stew and gobbled it up. Had a tender moment with a good friend. We went shopping and had coffee and a great talk, mostly politics. Also did some tech support for some friends and their cell phones. Sunday morningthe paper didn't come, Lady Madonna. Yep, just a quiet weekend.
I may have gotten myself into some "trouble" with my Rabbi as I have agreed to coordinate yet another music program, maybe even two. It was my idea to have a coffee house type function ar the synagogue and also coordinate an Jewish a Capella group. Just when I thought it was safe to go in the water again, I apparently jumped into the shark's gaping maw. My first order of business will be to get someone to mentor and/or. coordinate with me. For the coffee house I may take the opportunity to play some original music, which I find pleasant but probably wouldn't pass muster at a songwriters convention. But the bottom line is I like the community of the synagogue and although I rarely go to services I am a known quantity. I am also volunteering once a month to serve or cook food for a homeless shelter we have partnered with. Yes, it is a good group of people, all highly educated and all have a love of music as I can't go to the symphony or other shows at Wharton without running into people from synagogue. In fact you can't swing a dead feral cat without having a Jew show up.
In addition to lisping when I am tired I also begin seeing double when I am tired. Like now. Typing with one eye tied behind my back so excuse the typos. Yankel Cat is yowling for treats, Simcha is belly up on the couch and the Gonif Cat is in the bedroom waiting for my arrival. I have another week with the temporary crowns and it can't pass fast enough. Mouth hurts and the roof feels like I ate hot pizza when it was too hot. And the packing in my gums is very irritating. All in all I can't wait for permanent crowns. Yeah, the Authority Czarina needs a new crown, two in fact. I am probably lisping more than usual and that is part of my charm.
And indeed I bid you adieu. Sleep is attacking me on all sides. This small minded, rotten mouthed and sorry excuse for a person needs her lack of beauty sleep as I ponder the universe.
Sunday, February 14, 2016
Wednesday, February 10, 2016
With Apolgies to a Bevy of Coveys
Dr. Stephen Covey’s Seven Cardinal Rules of Life
#1 Make Peace with your past so it does not spoil your present. Your past does not define your future – you actions and beliefs do.#2 What others think of you is none of your business. It is how much you value yourself and how important you think you are.
#3 Time heals almost everything give time, time. Pain will be less hurting. Scars make us who we are; they explain our life and who we are, they challenge us and force us to be strong.
#4 No one is the reason for your own happiness, except you yourself. Waste no time and effort searching for peace and contentment and joy in the world outside.
#5 Don’t compare your life with others’ you have no idea what their journey is about. If we all threw our problems in a pile and saw everyone else’s, we would grab ours back as fast as we could.
#6 Stop thinking too much it’s all right not to know all the answers. Sometimes there is no answer; not going to be any answer, never has been an answer. That’s the answer! Just accept it, move on. Next!
#7 Sometimes talk-therapy can cause you and me to over think everything. Sometimes you just have to stop thinking about some things and move on.
Drooling for Trollope or message in a bottle
Nothing goes away on the Internet. Nothing (got it?). So I know if I write something here there will always be a permanent record in the universe somewhere waiting to bite me in the ass. I can live with that. So, gentle reader, if you have left comments I thank you, regardless of their content. But please remember they are permanent and while you can redact them on the blog they are still in my Gmail account. So a steady stream of "you suck" are now in cyberspace for all the ages. I mention this because I want there to be a free and accessible blog with room for your comments. And since these comments are in my Gmail account they are traceable. So, if you have the courage of your confessions, as I do, rant on.
That said, on to other things. Like my mouth. Thank God for Wicked Whoopie Pies from Maine. These tasty morsels are the main portion of my diet for the next two weeks because of the mouth. Soft foods, I don't need no stinking soft foods, not when I have those pies. I tried to eat some Chinese food last night and that didn't go so well. In steps the Wicked Whoopie Pies and says, as if to Alice, "eat me"...I had a coconut cream one last night. To die for...So it is good to know I will make it through the next two weeks with my tongue every twisting on each temporary crown.
No Old Duffer this week to play music with. I must confess I do enjoy our time together, especially when the playing is done and we just sit and talk. So now we play for an hour and then we talk for another hour. Go figure. It is even more enjoyable when his wife joins us.
Going to go to a women's basketball game this week with my colon pal. We always go when the temperature dips and this week is no different. So Thursday we have a 6:30 game against Penn State I do believe. No popcorn for this chicky. Maybe in two weeks. My gosh, in two weeks the end of the season will be approaching fast and March Madness will be upon us. We better hasten to a game soon. And so we shall.
So there you have it. Nothing earth shattering, just the news that gives me fits.
That said, on to other things. Like my mouth. Thank God for Wicked Whoopie Pies from Maine. These tasty morsels are the main portion of my diet for the next two weeks because of the mouth. Soft foods, I don't need no stinking soft foods, not when I have those pies. I tried to eat some Chinese food last night and that didn't go so well. In steps the Wicked Whoopie Pies and says, as if to Alice, "eat me"...I had a coconut cream one last night. To die for...So it is good to know I will make it through the next two weeks with my tongue every twisting on each temporary crown.
No Old Duffer this week to play music with. I must confess I do enjoy our time together, especially when the playing is done and we just sit and talk. So now we play for an hour and then we talk for another hour. Go figure. It is even more enjoyable when his wife joins us.
Going to go to a women's basketball game this week with my colon pal. We always go when the temperature dips and this week is no different. So Thursday we have a 6:30 game against Penn State I do believe. No popcorn for this chicky. Maybe in two weeks. My gosh, in two weeks the end of the season will be approaching fast and March Madness will be upon us. We better hasten to a game soon. And so we shall.
So there you have it. Nothing earth shattering, just the news that gives me fits.
Tuesday, February 9, 2016
Bore--Trolling for dollops
For those of you wondering how my mouth is...after almost an hour in the dentist chair yesterday I have two lovely temporary crowns on my two top front teeth. Now I am living in dread that they will fall out before the permanent crowns are ready and I will look like Ma Kettle, not that I am vain, mind you. The temporary crowns feel weird and I keep playing my tongue over them, plus the packing they have put in the gums to accommodate the permanent crowns so my gums feel swollen. I have to eat soft foods for two weeks and no candy or gum. The feel is so very strange that I have seen the dentist office staff again today (ostensibly to drop off my bite splint) but really for some hand holding, which they were glad to do. Also they have since called and asked how I am doing. What an ordeal (not really). I am "heartened" they were able to save my small teeth (not quite the big mouth you thought I was, eh?) and in two weeks I shall be whole again. So lots of pasta and rice the next two weeks. Yogurt to be sure. Eating soup is a small challenge as it keeps falling out of the side of my mouth. Drat...some of the plastic has dropped out of my mouth. Ah, well, to be expected with all this tongue-play.
But, enough about me...How you doing?
But, enough about me...How you doing?
Sunday, February 7, 2016
Super Bore
Yes I am watching the darn Stupor Bowl and my team is behind. Oh my...
I was able to get two walks in today and over five miles. Now doing laundry and making supper. I must say how much I love my little house. I truly do. Seems like this house anticipated my arrival. In any event this seems more like my home than any other abode I have aboded in. It fits like a glove. I Like entertaining, I like the outside work in the yard and puttering. I love deciding when to do laundry. I feel very good about my little house and am so glad my financial guy said I could swing the deal. This time last year my hallway at the condo looked like a loading dock, the inside was getting packed...eighteen years of stuff. The new house was all torn up in remodeling. In another month I will have moved in. Almost a year I have been here. Planning my opening day party. If you feel like crashing it the 4th is the date. I am hoping with this mild winter that perhaps we will be able to sit outside and ponder the universe. Yes, this house is good for both puttering and pondering,
The boys are on the couch and I have done the miss en place for dinner. Once the laundry is in the dryer I shall start the meal. Yep, I is a happy camper. So maybe I have nothing to say. I am anxious about tomorrow and the dental appointment. I just wish it was over. But I don't want to wish time away. Now that I am in my sixties (OMG) it does seem like time is slipping away. My aunt Marilyn called me in a panic as she just turned eighty five and she was having drams about dying, I don't have that yet but it is comforting to know that my anticipations are correct and quantified. I wondered with great aunt Martha at 105 what she thought when she indeed did wake,up in the morning...or just wake up. It is said that humans are the only animal that knows it will die, that it has this as a conscious thought. I don't know what brought this on. Perhaps the knowledge that this will be my last home. Thirty year mortgage will mean it will be paid off at ninety one years, God willing.
My team just scored. But so what? What is the meaning of it all and will it really mean something in the long run. But my house is my home and my solace. I hope to be like my neighbor across the street who just turned eighty eight.
Ah yes, one must imaging Sisyphus happy.
I was able to get two walks in today and over five miles. Now doing laundry and making supper. I must say how much I love my little house. I truly do. Seems like this house anticipated my arrival. In any event this seems more like my home than any other abode I have aboded in. It fits like a glove. I Like entertaining, I like the outside work in the yard and puttering. I love deciding when to do laundry. I feel very good about my little house and am so glad my financial guy said I could swing the deal. This time last year my hallway at the condo looked like a loading dock, the inside was getting packed...eighteen years of stuff. The new house was all torn up in remodeling. In another month I will have moved in. Almost a year I have been here. Planning my opening day party. If you feel like crashing it the 4th is the date. I am hoping with this mild winter that perhaps we will be able to sit outside and ponder the universe. Yes, this house is good for both puttering and pondering,
The boys are on the couch and I have done the miss en place for dinner. Once the laundry is in the dryer I shall start the meal. Yep, I is a happy camper. So maybe I have nothing to say. I am anxious about tomorrow and the dental appointment. I just wish it was over. But I don't want to wish time away. Now that I am in my sixties (OMG) it does seem like time is slipping away. My aunt Marilyn called me in a panic as she just turned eighty five and she was having drams about dying, I don't have that yet but it is comforting to know that my anticipations are correct and quantified. I wondered with great aunt Martha at 105 what she thought when she indeed did wake,up in the morning...or just wake up. It is said that humans are the only animal that knows it will die, that it has this as a conscious thought. I don't know what brought this on. Perhaps the knowledge that this will be my last home. Thirty year mortgage will mean it will be paid off at ninety one years, God willing.
My team just scored. But so what? What is the meaning of it all and will it really mean something in the long run. But my house is my home and my solace. I hope to be like my neighbor across the street who just turned eighty eight.
Ah yes, one must imaging Sisyphus happy.
Sunday morning...very early..coming down...
It are very early Sunday morning and I am a little restless and pissed . The ear piece of my glasses fell off. Good thing they are under warranty. And while I am still waiting for the much anticipated fallout and another rebuff by Monsieur Jacques I thought I might post this very pleasant weekend edition. Sunday it might rain. Still I need to get out and get Fitbitted, as it were, getting some groceries and mayhap taking a second walk. I am glad I was able to take Friday off and rest as the coming on cold came and went in three days. Felt good enough Saturday to get out with the now retired Sophie and sister Ethel. Went to a great market that still has a butcher counter. I was hoping to get a brisket but sad to say they had none. I settled for some stew meat and shall prepare beef stroganoff for supper tonight as I have a surfeit of mushrooms. Should get out early in the morning to get half and half for coffee as the last of it is spent.
Let's deal with cats. The oldest, Gonif, has been whomping on Simcha, the youngest and I think I have figured out why. It is jealousy. When Simcha wants to cuddle he is right on my head, usually drooling on my face, and Gonif, who is my special baby, seems to be jealous and gets pissy with Simcha, much to the amusement of truffle hunting big boy Yankel. Last week, whilst having a weekly session of reflexology, I saw the look in Gonif's eyes that he was about to pounce on Simcha who was sittings on arm of the chair and before I could stop him he did indeed pound, and as Simcha fled the planter with pebbles and a bamboo plant went scattering across the floor thus breaking the calm of the moment. Well, shit...the reflexologist cleaned most of it up and I didn't have the meltdown I would have had if I had been alone, which might be a good thing. Only a few chosen words escaped my lips and not the loud torrent of words I might have used had I been alone. After that every thing was calm for the most part. Still Gonif persists in whomping on Simcha. Usually when Simcha is asleep or unaware which is most of the time.
Let's deal with groceries. I did purchase some half and half yesterday but the container exploded leaving me with a mess that the cats were all to willing to clean up. No meltdown then. So I made a little list, as they say in the Mikado...I think I will go out at first light to get my groceries and fill in with some staples I need that the special market either didn't have or were too expensive. After shopping yesterday I came home and made the call to my friend who needed some tech support and to talk. Which we did, all the while watching MSU beat up on Michigan in basketball. Oh yeah! Talked about my impending dental appointment Monday to get two, count 'em, two crowns. My mouth will be good and numb. The dentist said the appointment would last almost two hours. Yeah, baby. I might go home or I might go back to work, where the offended who are offendable, can make light of my dental woes. I am a big time grinder of tooth and justice and the American way. So I am getting a set of porcelain crowns. I have been whitening the teeth now for two weeks and the crown will match my new smile.
I seem to have wandered from groceries to mouth. I just want everyone to know I might be an easy target on Monday should I return to work post dental extravaganza. And I will be an easy target for two weeks as I can't get in to see the American Girl Therapist until the 18th of the month, which coincidentally we have tickets to see Paula Poundstone that night. Yes another evening spent in the good company of Sophie, to wit and too woo we shall be going to dinner prior to the show.
You know I think I am up for the night. The misstep with the glasses pisses me off as I will have to go back and have them fix or replace the frame. And don't ya know they ain't open On Sunday.
I received a note from a distant cousin who is in library school at Bowling Green. I offered him a place to stay when he is up here for a internship. He's a nice kid, all of twenty two. He seems earnest and is a thoughtful person. There is some indication that he has Asperger's, which is a high functioning type of autism. He is a good candidate for library work as he wants to be a cataloguer, which is very intense work and does not have a people factor.
And finally Jack. Maybe s/he will leave a comment concerning my mouth (how's that for an easy target?). And for their every thrust I seem to be able to parry and soon Jack redacts the comment. So, let's see. I think I will list possible targets for Jack. My mouth is one...the misfortune of glasses is another. Maybe the infighting amongst the cats. Or now I have just noticed the police are up the street and it doesn't seem to be a traffic stop. But ah, no, the cats are quietly sleeping on the couch. I now only see one cop car so maybe it's a domestic dispute. Hopefully it is not another neighborhood home invasion (and I don't want Jack to work on that number)..
So, good evening ladies and gentlemen the cop car is gone. My porch lights, which tonight are green, should discourage anyone from coming to my door uninvited. I have on my spare pair 'o glasses...and all is right with the world. I truly haven't pissed anyone off in a week. The intellectual discussion which got a very hostile reply from MPT, and generated a good deal of support for my position, has had a week to fester, and if the bully was going to bully some more I do believe and I could be wrong, that the wind has been taken out of their sails. Oops, there I go against, rapping on people, Flail away my friend, flail away.
Let's deal with cats. The oldest, Gonif, has been whomping on Simcha, the youngest and I think I have figured out why. It is jealousy. When Simcha wants to cuddle he is right on my head, usually drooling on my face, and Gonif, who is my special baby, seems to be jealous and gets pissy with Simcha, much to the amusement of truffle hunting big boy Yankel. Last week, whilst having a weekly session of reflexology, I saw the look in Gonif's eyes that he was about to pounce on Simcha who was sittings on arm of the chair and before I could stop him he did indeed pound, and as Simcha fled the planter with pebbles and a bamboo plant went scattering across the floor thus breaking the calm of the moment. Well, shit...the reflexologist cleaned most of it up and I didn't have the meltdown I would have had if I had been alone, which might be a good thing. Only a few chosen words escaped my lips and not the loud torrent of words I might have used had I been alone. After that every thing was calm for the most part. Still Gonif persists in whomping on Simcha. Usually when Simcha is asleep or unaware which is most of the time.
Let's deal with groceries. I did purchase some half and half yesterday but the container exploded leaving me with a mess that the cats were all to willing to clean up. No meltdown then. So I made a little list, as they say in the Mikado...I think I will go out at first light to get my groceries and fill in with some staples I need that the special market either didn't have or were too expensive. After shopping yesterday I came home and made the call to my friend who needed some tech support and to talk. Which we did, all the while watching MSU beat up on Michigan in basketball. Oh yeah! Talked about my impending dental appointment Monday to get two, count 'em, two crowns. My mouth will be good and numb. The dentist said the appointment would last almost two hours. Yeah, baby. I might go home or I might go back to work, where the offended who are offendable, can make light of my dental woes. I am a big time grinder of tooth and justice and the American way. So I am getting a set of porcelain crowns. I have been whitening the teeth now for two weeks and the crown will match my new smile.
I seem to have wandered from groceries to mouth. I just want everyone to know I might be an easy target on Monday should I return to work post dental extravaganza. And I will be an easy target for two weeks as I can't get in to see the American Girl Therapist until the 18th of the month, which coincidentally we have tickets to see Paula Poundstone that night. Yes another evening spent in the good company of Sophie, to wit and too woo we shall be going to dinner prior to the show.
You know I think I am up for the night. The misstep with the glasses pisses me off as I will have to go back and have them fix or replace the frame. And don't ya know they ain't open On Sunday.
I received a note from a distant cousin who is in library school at Bowling Green. I offered him a place to stay when he is up here for a internship. He's a nice kid, all of twenty two. He seems earnest and is a thoughtful person. There is some indication that he has Asperger's, which is a high functioning type of autism. He is a good candidate for library work as he wants to be a cataloguer, which is very intense work and does not have a people factor.
And finally Jack. Maybe s/he will leave a comment concerning my mouth (how's that for an easy target?). And for their every thrust I seem to be able to parry and soon Jack redacts the comment. So, let's see. I think I will list possible targets for Jack. My mouth is one...the misfortune of glasses is another. Maybe the infighting amongst the cats. Or now I have just noticed the police are up the street and it doesn't seem to be a traffic stop. But ah, no, the cats are quietly sleeping on the couch. I now only see one cop car so maybe it's a domestic dispute. Hopefully it is not another neighborhood home invasion (and I don't want Jack to work on that number)..
So, good evening ladies and gentlemen the cop car is gone. My porch lights, which tonight are green, should discourage anyone from coming to my door uninvited. I have on my spare pair 'o glasses...and all is right with the world. I truly haven't pissed anyone off in a week. The intellectual discussion which got a very hostile reply from MPT, and generated a good deal of support for my position, has had a week to fester, and if the bully was going to bully some more I do believe and I could be wrong, that the wind has been taken out of their sails. Oops, there I go against, rapping on people, Flail away my friend, flail away.
Wednesday, February 3, 2016
A delay
For those of you expecting a new post this week I am observing a moment of decorum to gather myself and the narwhals into a more comfortable position to parry he thrusts of Jack, who persists in writing little love letters and deleting them after I respond. The last had to do with Bartleby the Scrivner, something I read In College in lieu of Moby Dock (sorry narwhals).. I recalled this novela as I responded last to Jack and s/he deleted their "barb". Oh, well. That said I think I am going to try to go a week without offending the offendable. The narwhals and I shall return, perhaps over the weekend.
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