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Wednesday, May 6th, 2009
5:26p - Last Wednesday's Funny Sign


On a bright Tweetie bird yellow JEEP in the Hy Vee parking lot, in letters across the windshield right below the roof, beginning at the driver's side and continuing to the passenger's side, upside down: IF YOU CAN READ THIS, FLIP ME OVER.

Seeing a yellow jeep in the first place was a shock. My sister's new VW is that color, but that is "normal" for the idiosyncratic draw of that vehicle over the years of it's importation, in my mind, any way. Her license plate reads TWEEDLE BEATLE.

She keeps a Dr. Seus picture book in the pouch behind the driver's seat so everyone can read about the car's name... I suggested Tweedle Dumb and Tweedle Dee from Alice in Wonderland, and tried to convince her husband to put DUMB DEE on his license plates.

"Nobody'd get the joke unless they saw both cars together."


current mood: amused

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5:39p - Trip to Town


Today, as I showered, I noticed that with my left eye, I could read the LARGE H and C labels on the shower handle, and spot the manufacturer's 1/4" raised letters that are the same color. NO BLURRING. WIth no glasses on, with my right eye, they were exceedingly fuzzy. Driving, however, the distance was still blurred, and the judging of speed, etc. still not what I would like it to be. I again went early, on a low traffic day, and came home prior to the end of school. I skipped the library again. If I'd have stopped there, I would have been home after the kids were loose.

Again this Wednesday, I went to town for ham. None of them looked like premiere hams... I picked a ham that was 10¢ more a pound than the one they gave me last week. He'll call when it is ready... I have an unopened jar of pickle relish (dill) on the shelf, so I restrained myself...

Spelunker came to town with me, and was a bit restless on the way over. He fell asleep while I was eating Chinese, and enjoying broken chats with the exceedingly bright helper, now a college student heading into pharmacy, as his duties allowed. I was overly dry, and downed three glasses of ice water in an hour, without a trip to the john... Neat, neat kid. Naturally curly hair that sprouted in medium length ringlets all over his head. Cute as could be. At the end of the meal, I brought Spelunker to the door for him to see.

Then I went out to Orscheln's for a harness and leash to teach Spelunker to lead, as he is only five months old and weighs nearly 8 pounds. He sporadically tries to chew it off... We'll see if it lasts. He's dashing up and down the hall, dragging the leash. He has yet to show any understanding of the fact that it is attached to HIM. He's not the brightest cat in the world, but at least he's getting his exercise without tearing stuff up or knocking over piles. He got on top of the TV after I voice cued him for "no" successfully from the FRONT. He climbed onto the computer's end table, then got in front of the TV and started to reach up... I nabbed him by the scruff and sent him to the utility room to meditate. At least he is looking DOWN (breaking eye contact) and refraining from whatever I give the NO command for. It has taken forever to get him to respect it. He's only five months old. It reminds me of my first Irish Setter, who could not accept the responsibility of obedience consistently until she was nearly a full year old. She wanted to, but she just couldn't keep her act together. She was so loyal. loving, enthusiastic and joyful, I couldn't really discipline her, either.

My grape tomato plant has developed a white blight that seems to leach the chlorophyll right out of the leaves. I nearly bought three, they looked so good, but pretty is as pretty does.

I got a less handsome plant at Orscheln's, and a coconut fiber hanging basket in black lacy frame with a black chain and hook, new planting soil, and changed locations to the trellis (well, the hook it is wired to. I soaked the natural fiber thoroughly, then hung it so it would climb up the trellis. The rose I tried to get to climb it from the house side last year (unsuccessfully) seems to have though it over over the course of the winter and decided it might like to climb it this year. I may be getting thorns in my thumbs as I harvest the tomatoes... This is what could be known as bad planning, or unforeseen consequences of past actions... Time will tell.

Giving up the hunt, I bought new nail clippers in Wal Mart. If that doesn't make Spelunker leave the old ones where I'll surely step on them in the dark, nothing will.

I bought some chicken to bring home, and boy, did that ever get old Spelunker's nose twitching!

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6:09p - Harnessing The Cat


I went out to Orscheln's for a harness and leash to teach Spelunker to lead, as he is only five months old and weighs nearly 8 pounds. Carrying him tucked under one arm, I could not resist looking over the plants set out before going in. I found a pile of grape tomatoes, but could not set him down to sort through them properly, so I just grabbed the end one and took it inside to put on the counter for when I got the cat harness fitted.

"They can be tricky to get them on." Spelunker put up no fuss at all as I separated his front paws so they'd each go into a separate hole. After we'd decided the one we'd tried on fit, he wore it out of the store.

Going in, he was afraid of the magic doors. Then we hit a father with two young children who wanted to pet him. He was still not quite over the trauma of the electric door, but did accept petting. However, he snubbed the children, which is not his usual ploy with people.

"Does he BITE?" asked the oldest, tipping up his chin, covered with an impressive row of black stitches and appropriately colorful disinfectant as he awkwardly reached up to touch his face.

"Sometimes, but not people. He only bites furniture, books and papers, and buttons. He loves buttons. He tries to chew them off." The younger boy was less awkward, just reaching up naturally and stroking his chest and side. Dad watched carefully, but allowed the interaction. Mom came up. The oldest told her impressively accurately what Spelunker would bite instead of humans. It was cool. Good retention. Since the name of the cat did not make it into the recitation, I decided that it was outside the range of their vocabularies, so had not stuck.

Inside, the sales lady found a DOG HARNESS that would fit, say, a CHIHUAHUA, in a choice of designer colors.

"What color would you prefer?"

I had no intention of picking my cat's clothing by COLOR. "Whichever one fits him properly." When she got the size right, it did have an array of shades available, including two shades of blue and a pale pink. I got him the darker blue one, and a matching leash. He doesn't seem to notice such niceties any more than the "average" human male would.


current mood: enthralled

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6:17p - Bloomability


Looking out over my front yard, it is just one blooming thing after another. Pink tulips, purple hyssops, yellow dandelions, white clover, pink and white peach blossoms, white apple blossoms, and two or three white blooms out of the bed full of strawberry plants. Most were uprooted over the winter when the cats decided to turn the area into a giant kitty litter. ~~~

Coming back from town, as I drove up the drive way, I wondered why everyone else's lilac bushes were in full bloom, but the ones I planted weren't. I drove slowly and looked carefully in each spot where they were planted, both years. Four DO have blooms. I just can't see them from the front porch...


current mood: satisfied

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