You know when you thought it would be soooo awesome to pourJello in the pool and bounce around on it? Yeaaaaah. No, we don’t have a pool at this vacation cabin in Yosemite, but this place we’re renting has a mattress that’s a remarkable approximation. Except it’s not a pool, it’s the size of a … Continue reading Remembering the Jello
Okay, so one’s stoned, the other’s a total witch. Honestly. So Abby the puggle’s mental state is deteriorating, not terribly surprising for a 14 year old. Add the fact that she’s mostly blind, almost completely deaf and her honker works only at close range, and she’s a pathetic little pup. But she's still adorable and so … Continue reading The Dog’s a Stoner…
Go, you big fierce cousin of the lions. Go annihilate that vile gopher. And all his relatives. Chase them so they never darken our street again.
Traveling with my mom is a hoot.
My mother should be locked up. Granny to all who aren’t born within 20 or years of her, she’s tiny - 4’10” and skinny as all hell (yes, I know her weight but I’m not stupid, y’know…) so when she drinks, bless her, well… she’s a cheap date. Which is not to say she’s got … Continue reading I Can’t Take Them Anywhere…
“Is headache a symptom?” She asked, not quite believing what I was suggesting. After all, my 83 year old mother received her second Pfizer shot a month earlier. However, she’d had a bad headache unlike any she’d had before for four days, and she commented she’d been sleeping during the day too, much more than … Continue reading Breakthroughs in a Bad Way
So they announced the availability of vaccines for the over-65 set Tuesday... I was on it like white on rice. My mom (Granny to everyone) is 82 and damn I want her shot up like the baddie at the OK Corral. Everything you’ve heard about the LA County website is true... and then some. To … Continue reading Magic Mountain, my mom, and me…
So MaeMae wails to go outside at the back door on a regular basis, and the wind died down today so when she hopped on the blue chair, where we apply her harness and leash, well, okay, we’ll read outside a while. Abby and Beloved joined us; MaeMae started out on the wall then relocated … Continue reading Peeing to freedom…
MaeMae is essentially in her teenage years and she’s a PITA. Our crèche is looking a wee bit bald where she’s chewed the moss off the roof. Shooting her with water is becoming less effective. She also tries to torture/play with the hound, who, at almost 14, is mostly deaf, largely blind and gets confused … Continue reading Cat on a Thin Tight Leash
Training a cat to leash walk is not easy, the little bastards are not at all grateful and the constraints are problematic in other ways as well. Our front lawn resembles London after the blitz, courtesy of a damn gopher, who appears to be a friend of the hound. The gopher makes periodic appearances in … Continue reading The Bombed Out Lawn
Examining Misadventures 