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Tuesday, September 1st, 2015
10:11 am - Idiot Sighting

Target is selling this identical movie through Amazon at $9.99 on the same day...


What ARE THEY Thinking?  (Or more likely, how DUMB do they think WE are?  "Let your fingers do the walking" seems an appropriate slogan to expropriate for on-line purchasers.)


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current mood: puzzled

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10:03 am - Bandita's Beauty Gives Birth IN THE LEAVES OF GRASS
Does she hide underneath the porch or the body of the truck?  Does she use the numerous holes in the cat house?

Oh, no.  MS spies her while mowing.  She is in knee high pasture grass liberally laced with waste/bust high weeds, in a bit of a hollow.  Had he not been seated on the mower, he would not have seen her.  She's produced two yellow and white ones by then, and did not run off.  (She used to run when she heard his heavy footsteps on the porch when she was in the house with her last litter.

Plans are to move her into the cat house with bedding once the mowing is done, if she is still around.  Then we'll plug the hole and try to get her the yearly shots before allowing her to go wild again.  At least that's the plan now.

current mood: pleased

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9:56 am - May the RASH Be With You -- Eradication Attempt #3
Went to the doctor on Friday last (always wanted to use that odd phrasing, but never had just the right place for it before) and got a 30 day supply of a different weird drug with consequences, a cortizone derivitive this time.  One tablet a day, two applications of the cream to affected areas, no refil on the pills, but the cream can be replaced for a year.

However, IF I have a reaction to it, stop using it for a few days.  And, scrub, scrub, scrub the hands after each THIN (stressed twice) application.

Once I had to treat a filly who had been injured with a related cream to help regenerate nerves damaged in an accident.  I was to WEAR thick rubber gloves, allow it to touch no part of my body, (and if possible, become male, as I had not gone through the change of life yet, and it could do horrid things to my reproductive system.)  At least, after a peek at my hair color (undyed) the sweet-natured pharmacist omitted that part of the lecture.

He did suggest that if my SKIN THINNED, I should go off the cream for a bit.

Great.  I dreamed my arm, now encased in too thin skin, burst into bloody leakage all down the affected area.  Talk about a vivid nightmare!

current mood: grim

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Saturday, August 29th, 2015
12:59 pm - Great Time to BE RETIRED!
A friend now living in a "big" city (compared to Iowa cities, not world class big cities) sent me this:

Had a kid de-shirt today during advisory. I'm thinking he's been molested as he's clearly very sexual. New social worker is "coachy" and not smart.

Our former principal got shot 4 times in the neck and chest by a jealous husband who later commuted suicide in the parking lot of the Lutheran church by our school. Principal still alive.  That and a drive-by shooting victim who spent a lot of time in "Time Out Buddy System" in my room last year...along with the little boy who died of cancer on Wednesday, the start of the year seems grim.

(comment received 8/24/2015)


current mood: upset

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Sunday, August 23rd, 2015
3:32 pm - Sleep Deprivation
To combat the effects of a persistent rash, my doctor put me on a dose of five days of prednezone.  I was warned of the side effects, which are legion.

  1. If you have any of these side effects, stop taking prednisone and call your doctor right away:

    • Vision problems.

    • Eye pain, redness, or tearing.

    • Signs of infection, such as sore throat, fever, chills, and cough.

    • Seizures.

    • Depression.

    • Loss of contact with reality.

    • Confusion.

    • Muscle twitching or tightening.


Down there somewhere under "more items", the one that is giving me fits resides - sleep deprivation.  Suffering from interrupted sleep normally, it really began to affect me.  The first night, I got one hour's worth - from 5:30 am to 6 something.  I am a creative problem solver, and have been trained how to devise and implement real life solutions.  When you're not sleeping, your mind is really revving.

Before very long, I decide the best solution is to WRITE IT OUT.

Normally, I pop out with fiction novel plots, much magic realism, action/adventure, a dollop of romance, and a sprinkling of religion and guru-like self-help slogans, or wry world view essays on whatever topic has caught my eye.

What popped into my sleep-deprived brain, which was only marginally functional?  TO DO lists.

I will put the one for 8/23/15, the date I dreamed up this solution, in, then move them to the proper dates later.

#46.  Journal entry - suffering from sleep deprivation fro prednezone one day left on a five day prescription.  Try writing it out to relieve/reverse.  (Hence - lengthy to do lists, surely a boring enough activity to be stupifying.  Did 10 things of the 49 on the first day's list.  [frowny face with wavy hair on both sides].

current mood: humorous

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Monday, August 17th, 2015
10:19 am - Glass Explained via
So I was reading From Here to Eternity, James Jones 1951 National Book Award winner, when I ran into on page 434 (of 954 in the paperback I just bought on eBay or half.com), "Hal came in then from the kitchen, carrying two crystal champagne glasses.  Tommy came behind him, carrying two more.

"Sorry we have no tray," Hal smiled.  "But at least the glasses are right.  You cant drink champagne cocktails from a water glass."

I may be unwilling to use him as my goto guy for examples of how to do proper punctuation, but I WAS prompted to go to  one of my own "finished" books, The Saga of Travels Far Woman, Book I, Summercircles, and search for "glass" checking each occurrance until I located the one (of 33) where I located, "She sits alone with her $5.00 frost-textured pitcher of ice water and a matching tall, thin, textured glass instead of a regular water glass, but is no longer gulping the contents as she did, much to the well-hidden amazement of the clientele."

I then added the part in red.  In one version, I had described it as an 8 oz. glass, but then I rethought and decided I was NOT sure that the tall, but thinner glass might not also contain 8 ounces of liquid.  It might have been less cumbersome had Jones just had his characters tell me the proper name for that tall, thin glass.  I already knew the name and shape of a champagne glass, even though I'm a total teatotaler.  (I DID trust his spelling enough to allow him to teach me how to correctly spell champagne. And, yes, I do realize the kudos may really be owed to his editor.)

Guess I can't really call it "finished" if I'm willing to contemplate that type of addition, even if I might eventually decide it interrupts the flow too much and remove it.

current mood: happy

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Friday, July 31st, 2015
11:23 pm - Pandemonium Fleur Passes
Irene called earlier tonight to tell me that she'd lost Fleur d'Pandemonium tonight. She'd been eating contentedly earlier and seemed fine until around 7:30, when she went out to turn off the fans for the night. Fleur took a treat from her hand, then Irene noted with concern that she was sweating profusely. Fleur began to drop and roll, writhing in pain.

Irene got her up, but she went down again almost at once. She got cast in the stall, but Irene was again able to get her turned so she could stand.

Her vet was at the track (he is the track vet during the race season), but told her of another vet who was not practicing for large animals any more (in fact, was waiting for a hip replacement surgery). After watching and covering the meds she'd already been given, that vet made the hard decision to put her out of her frenzied pain.

When the medicines failed, Irene saw that Fleur was ready to go, so, with tears from those left behind, she went to her peace.

http://www.grm.net/~pandemo/fleur/fleur.html

current mood: sadder even yet

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Thursday, July 30th, 2015
3:38 pm - Uncle Don Passes
My youngest sister called to pass the word that Uncle Don had died. He was 94, the oldest uncle on either side of the family, as far as I know.

current mood: sad

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Tuesday, July 7th, 2015
3:25 pm - Time/Temp
3:25 pm 73.9°/68.5° sunny

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1:30 pm - Time/Temp/
overnight low 18°, partly cloudy
11:00 am  70.3° in back bathroom, 22.6° on front porch  overcast
  1:30 pm  71.1°/31.3°  sunny

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Monday, July 6th, 2015
10:48 am - Coon Caught, But...
Oh, I was so excited last night when I saw a huge coon on the porch before dark.  I set the trap, went back inside, and heard it snap.  Pale Face, happily eating the cat food in the cottage cheese carton, front feet firmly on the trap's trigger.  I glanced at the cat food pan and looked at the only young male from the last litter minus one.

Opening the trap door, I reached inside to remove him, setting him on top of the food out in the open of the porch.  He climbed out and stalked down the porch steps.

I reset the trap and went back inside.

CLICK!

I had Sleeper this time.  Yup, cat food still available without setting off the trap.  She came to me when I called, but wanted to help me reset it.

Sigh.  I went back inside.

CLICK!   Thump, rattle, clank.

By now, it was dark.  The trap door sheilded my clear view of the inside.  Walking to the edge of the porch, I noted THE COON.  He quieted.

I fingered the spring, making sure it was tight.  I wondered if I should look for a welding rod or something else stout to stick through the squares of the trap's woven wire, just in case.  I've had coons that dumped the trap off the porch and got the door opened in the fall.  I wiggled the trap - the screws holding it to the board were still in place.  I saw the trowl, but the handle was too big to fit through the gap between the wires.

Inside, I found a stout screw driver, but it was too short to reach down to the bottom wire.

Right before I went to bed, about 1:30, I checked.  Coon quiet, but not happy.

5:30 this morning, the trap, door still closed, was empty.  I still have the fresh coon crap in the bottom, however.  Lucky me.  Oh, and the cat pan was licked clean.  He wasn't even in a hurry to leave.

current mood: resigned

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Monday, June 22nd, 2015
8:56 am - Evidence of Coon
Late last night, after I'd already gone to bed, I heard a ruckus on the front porch, but was too tired to go check if my resident cats were squabbling over the food pan's contents or if I were being invaded by coons or possums. None of the traps are currently set, so either could be true without dragging myself out of bed when I was almost asleep and knowing that I had a lot of irons in the fire here today to deal with, I chose to roll over.

Sometime after 6 this morning, when I fumbled my half-awake way through the mandatory early morning chores, I noted that the metal cat food pan looked as if it had been licked clean.

Cats always leave bits too small to bother with. Coons clean the entire thing. 'Nuff said.

current mood: tired

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Sunday, June 21st, 2015
2:42 pm - Time/Temp
Sunday 6/21/15
  9:10  2162# (old scale) 208.2, 206.4 (Too good to be true; cleaned feet of new scale) 218.22# (sigh, unfortunately,         that's more like it) 75.7 back bathroom/82.0 front porch, sunny

 11:35  215.8, 216.82 # (os) 217.62 # (ns) 77.7 back bathroom/93.0 front porch, overcast

current mood: confused

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12:44 pm - Quick! Think!
Pat's brother's mother is Sam's father's wife; Pat and Sam are better known as __________.

current mood: laughing

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Wednesday, June 10th, 2015
5:02 pm - On Scars - Robyn Carr in A New Hope
 Robyn Carr in A New Hope, p. 105 writes, "Her scars were thistles; they were velvet artwork on her heart.

current mood: truthful

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Sunday, May 31st, 2015
12:02 pm - Time/Temp/Weight
Sunday 5/31/15 Time/Temp/Weight

  9:25 220.22 # (old scale) 221.22 # (new scale) 68.9° (master bath) 61.7° (front porch) sunny
  4:40 219.0/220.4                                                74.8°                        79.3° sunny

current mood: chilly

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Saturday, May 30th, 2015
9:49 pm - Pandemonium Hits Gamble's

So I went to Gambles after the kittens were done.  Nobody got sick, nobody "griped", only one, Orange Spot, squeaked when the needle went it (Lucus told me Monday when he did BS Freckles, Blackie's Cali and Blackie's One Eye that one of the shots could sting, but none of those reacted that day.)  The "real" small animal vet among the trio worked on them this time, and he set up four syringes with several different vaccines in each one, giving each kitten just one shot.

I got two dust pans, a sprinkler head for the long hose, three ugly fly swatters in clashing garrish colors, and a neat (heavy) solid wooden two cat sleeper tube coated in carpet, and a cat crate.

I took it out to the car, intending to transfer the kittens at once, as the box leaked What Me Worried on the trip in, leaving her loose on the leather seats... Driving around to the back of the store, which I was told was really the "front" when it came to loading heavy stuff, as Highway 2 is the front of the store, with a steep side parking lot that is wicked to negotiate on, I lifted up the box with the handle, only to have the bottom open up, dumping all four kittens, who have never been outside before, out on the paving.  Swooping down quickly, I got three of the four, stuffing them into the crate, but could not get Orange Spot before she dashed under the car.  The owner tried to move her toward me with a grabber, but she bolted from one side to the other, finally streaking over to the dumpster, behind it, tangling herself around a pallet leaning vertically against the next building's wall.  I used the grabber to reach for her as a friendly customer who had a way with cats tried to coax her to him.  It was five to ten heart stopping minutes of sheer pandemonium, involving both cashiers and three or four customers before she rejoined her litter mates.

If I had to do it all over again, I'd have gotten IN the car, shut the door, and at worst case, lost them in the vehicle, rather than outside.



current mood: relieved

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9:13 pm - Bandita's Beauty's Kittens to Vet
7:00 am 50° (front porch)

Today Bandita's Beauty's litter got named.  As the vet worked on each one, I christened them... Most changed from what I thought I'd call them earlier.  The Spelunker-colored male became BB's Pale Face (mostly white face capped by yellow above the eyes/on the ears, who really impressed the vet - biggest, fattest, most timid/lethargic.  Then the mostly dark tortoise shell that I was calling One Spot got renamed BB's Orange Spot, the venturesome calico
BB's What Me Worried (for the comic look on her face that suits that monicker), and the "normal" tortoise shell is BB's Three Faced.  I'm not real fond of that name for her, but her pattern is so bland that nothing pops out.  She has more personality, but as one of the trio of holy terrors the girls are, I didn't come up with anything smashing on that front, either.  Until Mark came.

He'd brought a pine "spacer" to even out the warp we were getting from having left pieces sit unattached to the wall.  All four of the kittens were loose in the hallway, so I put them into the bathroom and shut the door.  One was missing, but I couldn't see into the back corner, so we thought she was back there, as it is pretty tough to hide in an empty hallway with book cases along one wall.
BB's Sleeper found a way.  She got on the second shelf up from the bottom, on top of a row of paperbacks, stretching out so that she was nearly invisible underneath the shelf.  She was there over an hour before we spotted her and locked her in with the others.

He still has not completed the "second" Friday's stack.  Promises, promises.  The kittens that were unborn when he told me "one a week, on Fridays" are now seven weeks old, with only one useable full case installed, and the bottom of the one next to it.  Sigh.

They are the only kittens here that are NOT SICK.  I didn't get a good scrub job on the crates, so I decided to take just the kittens in a box.  I used a vertical one with a handle, taking them in and out safely, then buying another crate at the hardware store on the corner.  (I was getting embarrassed.  Every time I went in there, I'd ask for something they didn't have.)


Saturday 5/30/15 Time/Temp/Weight
  9:35 220.4
2 # (old scale) 221.22 # (new scale) 68.9°(master bath) 61.7° (front porch)

Pizza, steakburger, velvet cake in town -- bet I gain tomorrow!


current mood: ambivalent

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Friday, May 29th, 2015
12:08 pm - Time/Temp/Weight
Friday 5/29/15 Time/Temp/Weight

  7:45 219.22 # (old scale) 220.22 # (new scale) 73.8° (master bath) 66.6° (front porch) sunny

current mood: satisfied

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Thursday, May 28th, 2015
12:13 pm - Time/Temp/Weight
Thursday 5/28/15 Time/Temp/Weight

  11:25   218.62 # (old scale) 220.22 # (new scale) 76.6° (master bath) 50.1° (front porch) overcast
    1:55   218.4/219.4                                                77.9°                       74.7°                     drizzle

current mood: pleased

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