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Jenna and ‘Becca, the Rat Killers

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Jenna and ‘Becca, the Rat Killers

Shabbat morning arrives with misty rains and grey skies. Interesting night last night. Went to bed before Snookums and woke to her yell of disgust from the bathroom … apparently a young roof-rat found its way into the bathroom.

As the official pest control department in this household, it was my duty to drag my sleepy body out of bed and deal with a healthy young rat. I called for Tic to come and help me, but he was confused by my invitation and sat on the bed looking at me quizzically.

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The Rat Team

But it was Jenna, the bathroom escort, that came to my aid. She cornered the rat, then expertly backed off a small amount to give it an escape route, and when he took it, she had him. *chomp! *shake! Then she released him to see if he was still alive … he was, so another comp and shake finished the job.

About that time, ‘Becca da Beagle arrived, and picked him up and carried him out.  Good thing, because once he was dispatched, Jenna had no further interest in him.  ‘Becca took him out to the living room, and poked and prodded him to make sure he was lifeless, but I really didn’t want to watch a Beagle dine on a rat, so into the dustpan, out the back door, and a long pitch over the fence where the wildlife could enjoy a meal.

I am sure glad for the dogs … if I didn’t have them, my 12 gauge would have been the chosen method of dispatching a rat.  It’s real hard on the house, though.

This morning, Jenna kept trying to kiss my face, and was confused when I drew back. I knew where that mouth had been … *shudder!

Things return to normal quickly, however.  I forgot to buy potatoes, so I made poached eggs on toast and turkey link sausage this morning. Canned pears for the juice. My culinary friends probably quiver in horror over using ersatz ingredients, but I just wasn’t up to growing my own pears and slaughtering my own turkeys.

Later this week will entail a close inspection of the bathroom to see how a rat got in …

So it is back to the studio. Praise music is on the puck for the day, and to keep the bird happy.

Good morning!

 

 

 

Fierce Men Await in the Wings

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Wisps of ground fog threads its way between the trees this Shabbat morning. The nights are beginning to warm and the days will soon flow into springtime. Still, it is a chilly dawn that seeps in past the curtains and pulls warmth from the skin. Sips of hot coffee pushes back the chilly fingers as we await the sun to push aside the mists and light up the land.

One internet friend recovers in the hospital, and another recovers from a double whammy at home. Yet another recovers by cooking. And another chronicles her entry into a retirement community. Chicago boasts that it only had twenty murders in January. And a chef and restaurant owner apologizes for excluding people because of the color of their hat.

But in my world, all the news is like reading about a foreign land. I no longer recognize my old homeland. A generation has arisen that has no memory of what it used to be like. It is truly a cursed generation that will be the vanguard of woes to come. But like Neville Chamberlain and King Hezekiah, it is enough that there is peace in my time though fierce men wait in the wings.

*sip!

Good morning!

Green Dress Cookie Mafia

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I used to feel good buying cookies each winter from the Girl Scouts, though I often wrote humorously of the Green Dress Cookie Mafia. I feel bad in disappointing the individual girls, but GSA is now a political organization supporting reprehensible causes that I loathe. I shan’t be ordering from the perky little cookie sellers. It is a sad day when the zealots can’t leave the children’s organizations alone.

A plea for mercy

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Senility and dyslexia is a brutal combination. Please be gentle when you judge my posts.

Toxic Razors, Guests and Morning Fog

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101914_1729_Somedays1.jpgA light winters mist surrounds the trees in the distance.  The damp from a gray lit window tries to chill me through, but I push it off with sips of hot coffee from the mug clasped in my sleep swollen hands. A treasured guest from the auld sod drove down to visit a spell, but they haven’t woken yet, so other than an occasional gleeful yap from one of the mutts and happy clicks, buzzes and burbles from the budgie, the house is hushed.

My sous vide salmon was a disaster. Not sure what I did wrong. I should have broiled it like a proper salmon instead.  But live and learn goes the cliché.

Other than comments pro and con of a rather insulting Gillette razor ad, the news is muted this morning.  I expected videos of Federal employees standing in soup lines and selling the children’s Christmas presents this morning, but there was little to be said.  I suspect the Democrats sun filled soiree in Puerto Rico was a little too off putting for the media to cover, so we get … fluff. But I’ll take that. Fluff is a product the American media is skilled at. As left-wing partisans, they kinda suck.

So the family rouses …

Good morning!

Sunday Mashup

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101914_1729_Somedays1.jpgAnd waffle day rolls around again with temps in the high 30’s but feeling like it is freezing.  But now that I am acclimated to this feral land, anything below 70° is freezing weather.  Snook is feeling much better today and says her body is working normally. I guess that is why we say ‘see a doctor’. She saw a doctor and immediately felt much better. Saint Peter has nothing on doctors. His shadow had to fall on people for them to heal.

I think that is often the case with me. The time to see a doctor is at the onset of symptoms, but my first thought is to wait a week to see if the malady improves. And often by then it has, at the cost of days of misery.

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My annual check the caboose day is looming in February. It is never a fun experience.  Both doctors and men long for the medical breakthrough that eliminates the digital ‘walnut’ exam.  I don’t get much sympathy from Snooks on that one.  She says I know nothing of the indignity of a pelvic exam.  Maybe she’s right, but I don’t think I’ll submit to one just to say I know.

This Sunday morning is a day of normalcy in the household.  Thinking of a friend in recovery from heart bypass surgery.  The first time is really the pits.  Not that the second one was a walk in the park for me either, but at least I remembered the out of control emotions, irrational fear that my chest would explode if I coughed, fear that I wouldn’t have the energy to get back home from a walk.

And another friend who just moved into assisted living.  She kept her home for well over a century, then suddenly had to give away many of her possessions because they wouldn’t fit in the apartment.  It is not an easy thing to do.

The sun rises another 15° in the cloudy sky, the second cup of coffee is safely tucked inside, it is time to put this up on the website and do my Sunday chores.

Good morning!