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kaffy_rThings I Have Done and Seen
As the hed* suggests, I haven't been standing still since my last post.
Walks: I've gone on a few walks, although not nearly at the once daily pace I'd prefer - it's so easy to find a reason not to go outside. Especially when the temperature is bouncing between the mid-80s, which I can deal with, and the low 90s, which is a tad less healthy. Tonight, it's thundering and we're still under a tornado watch. Tomorrow is supposed to be cooler, but still rather humid. That's good enough for me; it might be time for a really early walk.
Norman: On one of those walks, I met a ginger cat named Norman. I worried about him being out in front of the Yellow Chicken House, because I didn't know if he belonged there or somewhere else. He was extremely friendly and he had the purple tag that allowed me to learn his name. And then a guy coming out of his house and putting things in his car looked over and said, "Hi, Norman!" and came over to pick up a very happy Norman. We chatted; I learned that Norman did indeed belong to the Yellow Chicken House and was let out because he never leaves the area bounded by the house's fences. The guy put down Norman just as a woman came by, walking her dog. "You know what else Norman is?" the guy asked with a grin. "He's not afraid of dogs. The woman walking the dog called out "Hi, Norman!" then turned to me and said "He's right!" I kind of stumbled when I said that I'd lost two cats to traffic so I didn't let my current cat out - it seemed kind of rude and beside the point for me to say this, when Norman was obviously healthy and he really didn't go beyond the sidewalk boundaries of his home. He really is the epitome of a neighborhood cat, in a most definite neighborhood.
Family: So much for my prophetic abilities. The kids arrived on Tuesday. And by "arrived" I mean I was walking home from one of my walks when I got a call. I pulled my phone out of my purse and answered, only to hear Andy say "You need to answer your buzzer!" Connecting the dots at light speed I squawked "I'm not home, I'm walking home!" "How long will you be? Dad's asleep." "Five minutes," I responded, hoping I could make my body push forward just a little faster in order not to lie. Then I called Bob and told him the kids were outdoors. By the time I got home, Andy and Harlan were inside and Harlan was melting down on the couch because apparently Nana and Grampa were OK on a video screen, but frightening in person. (And I wasn't even there.) Julian was also less than impressed with his grandparents. The visit didn't last too long, but it ended with Harlan and I having fun with a flying green pillow. You probably had to be there. Our visit yesterday to their place was a load of fun. And both grandkids decided we were OK. I got to sing my Baby Song at Julian. It quieted him for approximately 45 seconds; maybe even 55 seconds. Harlan gave me repeated nickel tours of their place. He seems to love it. It's a lot larger than the place he left in Seattle. The place which is a complete disaster zone - their belongings arrived today, along with Andy's mother-in-law, about who the less said the better. We've been advised to stay safely home until she heads home on the 15th. I've met the woman; so has Bob. We're staying home.
Phone: I've had my Galaxy S10E long enough for it to be completely paid for, and long enough that my credit union informed me that its app wouldn't work on it much longer. It's only going to work on devices that have Android 13 or newer. Mine had Android 12 capabilities. I groaned; if my financial institution is warning me of this - and I make use of its app on my phone - then it won't be long before a bunch of my apps will be letting me know the same thing. So off I went to my cell phone provider and got a two year payment plan on a Galaxy 26, which I figure I should be able to pay off and still get a couple more years out of it, maybe even more. The phone arrived today, so tomorrow will be time to approach the fun of porting things from my old phone to my new one. I've ordered a new very tough phone protector from Temu, and we'll see if it actually works as well as the last protector I got from that very sketchy company.
Mice: There was one in our bedroom. Our bedroom. Which has no food in it. Carter almost got the little bugger, but it escaped, damn its very tiny eyes The next day I called the exterminator again. No fucking around, not anymore. One of their guys is coming tomorrow. I interrogated the nice woman who, it turns out, had spoken to me back last month when we initially scheduled an exterminator. She quieted my fears about their odd email, and assured me the exterminator would listen to what we have to say and would look where we think we've got problems. We shall see and hope.
* That's what us Ancients of Newsroom Days called headlines and that's how it's spelled. WHAT??!?
As the hed* suggests, I haven't been standing still since my last post.
Walks: I've gone on a few walks, although not nearly at the once daily pace I'd prefer - it's so easy to find a reason not to go outside. Especially when the temperature is bouncing between the mid-80s, which I can deal with, and the low 90s, which is a tad less healthy. Tonight, it's thundering and we're still under a tornado watch. Tomorrow is supposed to be cooler, but still rather humid. That's good enough for me; it might be time for a really early walk.
Norman: On one of those walks, I met a ginger cat named Norman. I worried about him being out in front of the Yellow Chicken House, because I didn't know if he belonged there or somewhere else. He was extremely friendly and he had the purple tag that allowed me to learn his name. And then a guy coming out of his house and putting things in his car looked over and said, "Hi, Norman!" and came over to pick up a very happy Norman. We chatted; I learned that Norman did indeed belong to the Yellow Chicken House and was let out because he never leaves the area bounded by the house's fences. The guy put down Norman just as a woman came by, walking her dog. "You know what else Norman is?" the guy asked with a grin. "He's not afraid of dogs. The woman walking the dog called out "Hi, Norman!" then turned to me and said "He's right!" I kind of stumbled when I said that I'd lost two cats to traffic so I didn't let my current cat out - it seemed kind of rude and beside the point for me to say this, when Norman was obviously healthy and he really didn't go beyond the sidewalk boundaries of his home. He really is the epitome of a neighborhood cat, in a most definite neighborhood.
Family: So much for my prophetic abilities. The kids arrived on Tuesday. And by "arrived" I mean I was walking home from one of my walks when I got a call. I pulled my phone out of my purse and answered, only to hear Andy say "You need to answer your buzzer!" Connecting the dots at light speed I squawked "I'm not home, I'm walking home!" "How long will you be? Dad's asleep." "Five minutes," I responded, hoping I could make my body push forward just a little faster in order not to lie. Then I called Bob and told him the kids were outdoors. By the time I got home, Andy and Harlan were inside and Harlan was melting down on the couch because apparently Nana and Grampa were OK on a video screen, but frightening in person. (And I wasn't even there.) Julian was also less than impressed with his grandparents. The visit didn't last too long, but it ended with Harlan and I having fun with a flying green pillow. You probably had to be there. Our visit yesterday to their place was a load of fun. And both grandkids decided we were OK. I got to sing my Baby Song at Julian. It quieted him for approximately 45 seconds; maybe even 55 seconds. Harlan gave me repeated nickel tours of their place. He seems to love it. It's a lot larger than the place he left in Seattle. The place which is a complete disaster zone - their belongings arrived today, along with Andy's mother-in-law, about who the less said the better. We've been advised to stay safely home until she heads home on the 15th. I've met the woman; so has Bob. We're staying home.
Phone: I've had my Galaxy S10E long enough for it to be completely paid for, and long enough that my credit union informed me that its app wouldn't work on it much longer. It's only going to work on devices that have Android 13 or newer. Mine had Android 12 capabilities. I groaned; if my financial institution is warning me of this - and I make use of its app on my phone - then it won't be long before a bunch of my apps will be letting me know the same thing. So off I went to my cell phone provider and got a two year payment plan on a Galaxy 26, which I figure I should be able to pay off and still get a couple more years out of it, maybe even more. The phone arrived today, so tomorrow will be time to approach the fun of porting things from my old phone to my new one. I've ordered a new very tough phone protector from Temu, and we'll see if it actually works as well as the last protector I got from that very sketchy company.
Mice: There was one in our bedroom. Our bedroom. Which has no food in it. Carter almost got the little bugger, but it escaped, damn its very tiny eyes The next day I called the exterminator again. No fucking around, not anymore. One of their guys is coming tomorrow. I interrogated the nice woman who, it turns out, had spoken to me back last month when we initially scheduled an exterminator. She quieted my fears about their odd email, and assured me the exterminator would listen to what we have to say and would look where we think we've got problems. We shall see and hope.
* That's what us Ancients of Newsroom Days called headlines and that's how it's spelled. WHAT??!?
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