pet of the week

Pet of the Week: 'Ziggy Bear' the cat

Young cat reminds me of our cat who just died recently.  Tempting, but no, I'm not looking to get another cat.  I'm trying to reduce the complexities in my life and have less stuff.

at the skate park

We had some kids with us yesterday and we took them to the skate park.  Exposure for them (they don't skate) and to satisfy a curiosity for us.  We wanted to see where the park was and we thought it'd be fun to see some of the action.  While walking, this kid stopped me ...

he:  Hey, will take a photo of me?

I: How will I get it to you?

he: Put it on Facebook.

I: (shaking my head) I don't do Facebook.

he:  What do you use?

I:  I don't use any of that. (pause) I can e-mail it to you.

he: okay. (He poses, leans over on the girl next to him. She fusses. He stands back.)

I:  OK.  Just you then. (flash)

he:  OW! OW! OW!  (rubs his eyes) Let me give you my e-mail.

he:  (to the girl) you got a pen?
she: no
he: make up pencil?
she: gives him a "look"
he: Ok, well, just post it and tell your friends you saw this cool dude at the park.
I show him the photo on the camera and we parted.

So dude, here's your photo.

random shot

cat toys

a thing of the past

It used to be that when you go to a hardware store to get house numbers, you'd find large wooden numbers.  At least that's what happened some twenty years ago when I picked up our house numbers.  I wasn't looking for anything in particular; I needed house numbers and that was what was offered.  They were wood with rounded edges on the front surface.  I screwed them onto the front of our fascia over the garage.  They were so big that their bottoms hung below the fascia.  But they were great.  You can definitely see them from the street.

We replaced our fascia last year and in so doing discarded the numbers, which I had never properly painted (they only got  a coat of primer) and had gotten dilapidated.  So I went looking for their replacement.  Perhaps not as big this time, but generally of the same style.

No luck.

Not in the stores.  Not easily found in the internet.  Wooden house numbers are apparently a thing of the past.

Happy Easter

HAPPY  EASTER!
May everyone find hope and joy during these 50 days of Easter.

breakfast

Small TV dinner and juice from a young coconut.  I eat so that I can take my medicine.  Then I have to run off to help set up in church this morning for tonight's vigil mass.

pharyngitis

I've been gone since 2:45 p.m., just getting home at 7:30 p.m.   I've been to the doctor, then through rushhour traffic to the pharmacy.  Sorry no record of the prescription having been called in.  I called Gumby, who has been through this dance many times before.  Gumby calls back.  They have it, give them half an hour to fill it.

I have insurance, but I don't know how it works for medication.  So I pay and will file for reimbursement later.  Cost of medicine: $115.78.  Ouch.  I'm counting on tomorrow being payday.  Look at the size of those pills.  I have a sore throat.  It REALLY hurts to swallow.  Plus I have to take the medicine with food.  I haven't eaten anything since breakfast; and breakfast (a frozen dinner) didn't sit well with me earlier.  I sure don't feel like eating.  Or swallowing.  Doc thinks it's pharyngitis.

No, the Gatorade didnt help with the headache.  Neither did two capsules of Tylenol combined with two tablets of Mucinex.  The vinegar and honey didn't make the lump go down.  But it did make a rather interesting searing pain ... something different from the other pain.

Now I better go eat.  And medicate.  And investigate pronto how to file for reimbursement.  And yes, I feel lousy.  Dinner will be a croissant with butter.