Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Be careful what you wish for

Joe was out puttering in the yard the other day and Hobbes enjoyed the company.  He loves nothing better than to have someone outside with him.

While Joe washed windows, Hobbes sat in the grass and stalked the field mice that came over from next door to feed on birdseed that has fallen from the feeder.  Now, I have to explain that Hobbes' stalking is a lot like sitting in the grass and watching.....with about the same amount of hunting success.  He doesn't catch a darn thing.

Well.....except for this day.

Joe looked over and saw Hobbes with something in his mouth. Apparently he got lucky and a mouse fell into his mouth.  Then he sorta looked disgusted at the taste and dropped it.  Poor mousie---apparently didn't taste very good.  Or maybe not.  Lucky mousie??? Hmmm.....

After a few minutes of just looking at his catch, Hobbes curled up into a meatloaf shape and watched his new friend take a bath.  Joe saw this as the opportunity to help the poor thing move back over to the other side of the fence. 

So, Hobbes, unaware of what he was supposed to do with his catch, watched as Joe scooted Mouse Friend back to the neighbor's yard.    Okay, so he caught something....but he had no idea what to do with it when he got it.   We are not of hunting stock here.




Monday, October 20, 2014

Goodnight pond.

 
I was caught off guard by a hard frost this weekend.  I woke up Sunday to a frozen birdbath....and a frosty newspaper on the drive.  It is always a rude awakening when you realize that regular freezing temps are on the way.  And I'm never ready.

We have been tucking in the gardens and the yard the last few weekends, but the waterfall was still running and the lily pads had not been cut back yet.  The frost was the sign that we had to shut it all down....and quickly.  It is never fun to have to stick your arms in cold pond water.

So, we turned off the pump, blocked the skimmer, cut back the lily and packed up the plants to come in for the winter.  Mr. Cuddles and his fish friends are sort of freaked out due to the lack of covering on the pond, but they have little fish hideouts to flee to should danger come. 

The frogs have lost their summer green coloring and are now black and icky looking....and very slow.  The cold water makes them sluggish.  They will be heading to hibernation in a month or so--but not just yet.  There is still warm sunshine and some lingering bugs to be enjoyed.

It's a mixed bag of feelings when you shut down the pond--I miss and worry about all the pond friends, but I do enjoy not having to clean the filter or scoop out algae.   I also do not miss watering the garden, mowing the lawn, or taking care of everything outdoors.  I like the reprieve---it is sort of a hibernation of my own.

It's quiet now outside my window.  No waterfall splashing. No singing frogs.  No katydids clicking the last song of summer.  

It's the lull of the furnace I hear these days....and for the next 6 months.  Sigh. 

Friday, October 17, 2014

Lin Duh

I have been diagnosed with a very serious disease called "volunteeritis."  The first symptoms are an overzealous right arm that shoots up in the air whenever someone asks for help and the propensity to say "I've got an idea" in all sorts of situations and scenarios.  All of this just leads to a lot of work for me--so the disease really just affects me while the those around me just grin and smile and thank the good lord that Lin is an idiot and does all this stuff for them.

Criminy.

So, in the throes of a symptomatic week, I've been absent from the blog, trying to get this week's crazy project completed in a ridiculous non-realistic time-frame.....and to not to quit my job outta spite and resentment.  No, I don't know why I continuously go the extra mile for them--I think there is some thought that someday they will appreciate me.  Silly me.

BUT.....in all of that.....a good friend came in out from out of town and spent the evening with us.   Cheri is just one of those people who warm your heart and makes the world all gooey and good and you sorta forget that you are crabby about something and hours melt away when you are with her.    Mix in a few of Joe's specialty Mai Tais and my disease has been silenced for the night.

Although I did volunteer to make Cheri a quilt.








Tuesday, October 14, 2014

And a bottle of 'Ole Grandad....and a comb.....

Em and I were driving around running errands when I received a text from a friend:

"I'm going to Ultra Foods. Do you need anything?"  she wrote.

Hmmm.....why is my friend asking if I need some groceries?  Em and I looked at each other and thought it was sorta weird.

"No. But thanks for asking," we texted back, still confused as to why she wants to get us groceries.

I said I thought that was odd and then Em started listing weird stuff we could ask her for--things like a can of Spam and maybe some Fruity Pebbles.  You know, stuff that I don't think anyone eats.  And we giggled listing all sorts of odd foods that we could have Carrie run around for.

After about 10 minutes of cracking up, we received a follow up text:

"Uh, sorry.  I meant that for Steve."



Bummer.  Em and I were all psyched up for Fruity Pebbles. 

Sheesh.

Monday, October 13, 2014

The funny thing is, I'm not sure which is worse

Em came in for the weekend and we went to the show Saturday night.  "Gone Girl" was on the docket and we finally succeeded in convincing Joe that it is supposed to be a good movie and that he should go with us to see it.

As we walked up through the parking lot, we were chatting about movies we've seen in the past.  The kids never fail to mention the Christmas I took them to see "War Horse"--a very disturbing movie about horses, and one in particular, during World War I.  It was based off a children's book--which for the life of me, I cannot imagine reading to a child. It was graphic, emotional, and very depressing.  The kids claim that I ruined their Christmas vacation that year by taking them to see it.

"Oh, god, remember 'War Horse?'" Em recalls.

"Criminy.  That was depressing as hell," I say.

"What? What movie was that?" Joe is saying behind us.

"WAR HORSE," we both yell to old man Joe, who claims he does not have a hearing problem.

"War Whores?  I don't remember that one," he says, "and I think I would remember that movie."



This is my life.




Saturday, October 11, 2014

Reunited....and it feels so good....


She's baaaack.  Pat is back in 'da office!

This is the rare occasion when I am actually happy they brought a former employee back.

We both gave a huge hug and burst into our song "Reunited"....much to the chagrin of the new employees who don't know who Salt N Pepper are.

This is been the only redeeming quality to an otherwise poopy week. 



God sends angels when you need them most.


Friday, October 10, 2014

Sticking my big toe in it

Zen, I mean.

It's been a crazy week---one of Right-hand-itis and making more work for myself.  You'd think I'd learn by now to keep the yapper shut....but nooooooo.  "Oh, here's a great idea.  And yes, I'll be the one to see it through to fruition. Sure, no problem. Oh, my yearly increase is only 2.5%...not a problem....thank you. Oh, can't find the budget to bring me up to the salaries of the new hires....uh...okay."

Ugh.

After coming up with two brilliant ideas the previous week, I told my cube-buddy, Roy, to kick me, HARD, in the shins if I come up with any more ideas that require me to go balls-out and lead me to tearing my hair out.   He failed me. I failed me.  And now I have another wing-dinger of a project to complete by a next-to-impossible deadline.

Yea, me!

There are people who still work, and work hard, for the end result.  And those people work hard regardless of if the boss is in the office or if they are not paid accordingly.  They do it because they take pride in their work. Silly gooses.  We are a rare breed, but we still exist.

So, I've got nuthin' but pride filling those empty pockets, but I can go into the weekend knowing that I do good work.  And I come up with really great ideas.

Bring on the zen.   And a big glass of wine.