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Going Over

October 25, 2014

One of our impossibly tall palms has endured an injury to its trunk and the top portion has tipped over… soon to be falling to the ground, I’m sure. Those suckers had finally gotten to a good height; one that shaded the back in the hot afternoons… and of course lightning had to hit it… or some blight took it. Or bugs. The insects are out of control around here; nearly every plant has something eating it… I’ve tried to be a good environmental steward, spreading no herbicides or pesticides… but the gloves are coming off and soon.

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Canine, Family, Flora and Fauna, Potpourri, Stuff

The Long Hot Summer

August 31, 2014

[tooltip text=”Remember this movie?”]If you don’t hear from me in a week, I’ll be at the Nacional Hotel in Mexico City, room 703.[/tooltip]

I have to reload my hard drive. Fun and games, eh? Anything for a break from the Long Hot Summer. I’m almost ready to believe in glowball worming!

I love that this happens…


You can keep Patrick Stewart. Shatner’s the man. He’s 83, still working like a dog and loving it.

William Shatner is not just an actor — he’s working on a reality TV series, taking his one-man show back on tour in December and is busy promoting a Star Trek documentary he produced.

So how does the 83-year-old relax?

“Up until three weeks ago, horses,” Shatner said in a phone interview earlier this month from Los Angeles, referencing an accident that left him temporarily wheelchair-bound. Source

Of course this is spot on.


Actually, corgis are potent anti-depression medicine in small explosive packages. I find it impossible to really fall down that hole with Badger around; she clowns with her toys or just thumps over onto her back with a goofy expression and I laugh my butt off. Everyone should have one. Well, only nice people.

An invasive vine has surfaced, but it has such pretty yellow flowers I let it alone.


If you have 5 or 10 bucks lying around, please consider Jackson’s case.

See you later… and if you’re one of the lucky people already experiencing Autumn conditions… urgh.

If you’re like me, and never get to bundle up and drink hot chocolate… tramp around on crisp leaves… feel the bite of frosty air from a north wind… this is for you.




August 14, 2014

Like most people I’m sad this week. Evidently Robin Williams was a very tortured man. I can only pray his burden has been lifted and his soul at peace. It just seems unbelievable, someone who gave us so much happiness had to end up taking his own life to escape his demons.

And yes, I’m one of those who don’t understand. I’ve been extremely depressed, so bad I had no idea what was going on around me… sitting and staring at the wall depressed. But I never wanted to kill myself.

A bi-polar family member planned to kill herself many times. She’s older now and on good meds, thank God. Through therapy she learned the planning was for control… because she felt out of control? Once again, I’ve felt very out of control, but have never planned to off myself. So I don’t understand.

I’ve said before that I love myself too much to purposefully harm myself. There are no hidden demons.. maybe because my parents loved me, nothing horrible happened to me during childhood or maybe it’s because I don’t have a chemical imbalance in my brain. No idea.

So, I don’t understand. I do understand that Williams was in pain, enough to make him decide he had to leave his wife and children. And that makes me very sad.


Life is a very odd and dangerous road, full of happiness and sadness and pain. Sort of like this unkempt lily bed. Messy and somehow pretty, even though the pretty stuff doesn’t really belong.

I turned 57 on the 4th. So far it’s been a cracker full of sweeties… NOT. Hurt my neck, hurt my back, in traction every day and in some incredible pain. Oh, and did I mention the poison ivy?

Edited to add that another family member just told me that she thinks about killing herself every day. She plans it. You have to, she said. Don’t want things left undone, or a mess to clean up afterward.
Why? Because… “it’s hard to explain”. But the meds help. What about the family and friends who love you? “you don’t believe it”.

Sigh. It’s a damn epidemic.

Canine, Potpourri

Two Bits for a Shave

April 3, 2014

I clipped one of the little pirates, Plunder. (Badger is Loot)


They had to get ‘reacquainted’.


This promo is awesome!!! Okay, if you love Archer. And I know it’s probably dated, but I don’t have cable and don’t see commercials.



Here Comes The Sun

February 12, 2014

This is a webcam image from the beach just 10 miles away. I check this cam once or twice a day; it’s very calming, especially as the sun rises as it is now… and I find myself wondering why I’m sitting in a chair looking at a video of it when the real thing is so close…


Mike received a letter yesterday, the same one OD got… asking if he wanted some children. As of yesterday said children’s parents are being evicted from their rented house, so there’s another delay in them going home. God knows.

The flooring was delivered yesterday and the guest room is totally cleaned out… I had a wild thought last night that I should run over to Home Depot and pick up a gallon of paint and slap it on real fast, but honestly I was just knackered. Master bedroom gutted today and it all goes in tomorrow.

And all I want to do is cry because my girl is broken and mending her will take mucho dinero, which I will spend, unless the man says otherwise and he won’t. His heart is ten times more tender than mine.

I don’t want anymore dogs.

The Oatmeal:

“Dogs are an unfortunate creature to own because unlike children who turn into adults in their teen years, when a dog gets into his teens he dies of old age. So you spend a decade and a half building an affinity for this weird little creature only to have its life extinguished.”

I’ve always been a glass half full kind of girl, but right now it’s a stretch finding a drop.

The sun will come out tomorrow, tomorrow, bet your bottom dollar…


Last Year

November 21, 2013
Typical Facebook post

Unless I have a major change of heart… a heavenly blogging conversion of some sort… this is likely the last year for the site.

After 13 years, I’m just over it. The salad days were fun; there were so many bloggers we were like a huge community… but many people have either closed shop or migrated to Facebook… which is a closed environment. If you’re not their friend, you can’t see what they think. And once at FB the writing goes from stories to “guess what I made for breakfast?” Which is fine, if that’s what they want to share. At least I can keep up with their meals.

Typical Facebook post

Typical Facebook post

I like Facebook because it allows me to keep up with my former blogging friends and loathe it because it’s stolen so many stories from us. There must be more of one than the other because I haven’t deleted my account lately.

I really don’t share much on FB myself, but if I were to post something today it would be: “I can’t find any of my regular bras, so I’m wearing a sportsbra.” Scintillating stuff, which I’m sure you’re sorry to have missed on my wall because you’re not my FB friend.

Mike asked why I’ve kept the site this long and my answer was “I like to have a place to say what I think” but I increasingly.. don’t think. And don’t like to say even when I do. Things started going downhill when friends and family found the place; the blowback was incredible. I went from trusted friend to evil, cross burning conservative in the blink of an eye.

The Triple K were democrats, by the way. Lincoln a Republican, even though the left keeps claiming him for their side it will never change history.

YsD came by for a visit on her way down to Dade county to see her family. It was nice to see her again, plus I got to unload the rest of my books on her. Well, minus a small selection that I’ll never part with.
She was living here when Bree came to us as a pup, so to the dog YsD is a gone-but-not-forgotten pack member. They were happy to see each other, as always, and played like reunited girls and puppies are wont to do…. which admittedly made me a little misty. I asked YsD if she had noticed the whitening face and she said “I don’t want to.” Yup, me either.

Maybe in this last year the gloves should come off. Maybe I should tell everyone what I really think of them… and their little dog, too. But honestly, people know what I think of them; I’m a horrible poker player and do not endure assholes for long. Almost wrote ‘suffer fools’ but fools are fine as long as they’re possessed of a sweet spirit.

So, what should I do with this last year? Go out with a whimper or a bitch? Slowly wind down to posting pictures of the dogs on blogger or Tumblr? I like Tumblr for what it is… my Tumblr dashboard is pretty much all art, Cumberbatch and Corgis. Did you know that Corgis are the official dog of the internet?

Anyway, lots of Benedict Cumberbatch, even multidimensional, semi-cognitive Ben. Asked his opinion of our prez, he said:


Love Sherlock better than my toaster.

Or maybe I’ll just ramble this next year, saying whatever drivel comes to mind. Then you’ll be glad to see me go…