FRIDAY FREE-FOR-ALL aka Friday Crazies
No, I don't have special plans for the weekend. Weekends are a lot like weekdays around here. Just because it's Saturday or Sunday or even Friday evening, one day is much the same as others. I work, no matter what day it is. Now that Game of Thrones has finished its fourth season, I don't even have a MUST-WATCH TV show.
The grass needs mowing. Thanks to the rain we've had, the backyard is a jungle. Last Saturday, I pulled and cut the bigger weeds, in hope that we might get to actually mow at some point. Yesterday we replaced the primer cap on the mower - - - that's the little button that has to be pushed to prime a pull-cord type mower so it will start - - - and it still won't start. But the Weed Eater is working again, now that it has new line, so we might manage to blaze a trail of some kind through the jungle. I'm not holding my breath. Temps are expected to be in the 90s, with humidity to match. Ugh.
New neighbors--or maybe only one--to the south of us are making life, well, interesting. A pitbull has been ensconced in the backyard there, complete with small dog house. That would be well and good, but the poor dog is attached to a leash, giving him little freedom. Not to mention that I learned yesterday that it's illegal in this fair city for a dog to be tied up for more than an hour, four times a day. This dog has been tied up 24/7 for 2 1/2 days. I had to find out from the neighbor to the south of my south neighbor that anyone was actually living in the house. I don't make a habit of clocking the habits of neighbors or even knowing who they are. I rarely saw anyone there, but when I did, it was often at the strangest times---3:30 a.m., mostly, when headlights from a car pulled into the driveway, which would shine in my bedroom window. In spite of several Facebook friends thinking it might be a drug house, the new neighbor is an older Hispanic woman who doesn't drive and obviously never steps out of the house, either. le sigh
Let me make it clear. I like dogs. We have a dog, too, but Max the Pekingese isn't all that crazy about
going outside, especially when it's raining, snowing, hot or the grass is tall. When he does allow us to boot him out, we then have to carry him back in, especially at midnight. Max is L A Z Y and S P O I L E D. The dog next door is tied to his dog house ALL THE TIME. Said dog also isn't crazy about being left alone ALL THE TIME, so barks, moans, whines, and every other sound imaginable ALL THE TIME. The past two nights have meant being awakened far too often by the barks and whines of the dog. And I've yet to see anyone in the backyard to check on him. Do I call the authorities and report this? Or maybe I should simply leave a copy of the City Law that states New Ordinance Makes it a Crime to Keep Your Dog on a Chain 24/7" in the door for someone to find. I'm about to set the dog free, when no one is looking. However, I'm not sure how friendly the dog is or isn't.
So it's summer and it's Friday. I'm a few pages from finishing a new manuscript. I need to get busy on plotting a new series for Harlequin American, set in a Texas ghost town. But my #3 daughter and her hubby are stopping by this evening with a present for me. They consider it a present. I consider it one more mouth to feed. A couple of weeks ago, said daughter picked up her cat Tosca, who's been living with me for the past several years, since daughter couldn't have a cat where she lived, and they're now living at least 2 hours away. Yes, I'll miss Tosca, but she tends to keep to herself and she apparently is enjoying her new home and humans. So daughter has decided to give me one of the kittens born in one of the race cars at the shop. (Her hubby is a race car driver.) Just what I need, right?
There's a problem with new kitty. He's a he and will have to be, um, fixed. And daughter named all the kittens after candy bars. (Yes, I'm serious.) This particular kitty was named Kondike. Yeah, like a Konkdike Bar, which is actually ice cream, not a candy bar. I decided to name him Dave. Yes, Dave. My youngest daughter is having a fit. PETS CANNOT BE GIVEN HUMAN NAMES. Which isn't exactly true, since Toby, her cat, has a human name. She wanted me to name the new kitten DaVinci, which is how the name Dave came to be. Or Tyrion, seeing that I'm a GoT and Peter Dinklage fan. Or anything but Dave. #3 daughter says I can name kitten whatever I want. Her hubby likes Dave Kondike, Used Car Salesman. They're the ones who gave me a fish for my birthday and named him Charlie Manson. Creative, aren't they?
Let's face it. There's never a dull moment here. Four daughters, each with her own distinctive personality, always make life interesting. And if they should fail, humanity will always fill in.
Best wishes to anyone who has bothered to slog through this rambling mess. Have a wonderful weekend!! Pics of Dave Kondike, Used Car Salesman will be posted on Monday. I hope. ;)
No, I don't have special plans for the weekend. Weekends are a lot like weekdays around here. Just because it's Saturday or Sunday or even Friday evening, one day is much the same as others. I work, no matter what day it is. Now that Game of Thrones has finished its fourth season, I don't even have a MUST-WATCH TV show.
The grass needs mowing. Thanks to the rain we've had, the backyard is a jungle. Last Saturday, I pulled and cut the bigger weeds, in hope that we might get to actually mow at some point. Yesterday we replaced the primer cap on the mower - - - that's the little button that has to be pushed to prime a pull-cord type mower so it will start - - - and it still won't start. But the Weed Eater is working again, now that it has new line, so we might manage to blaze a trail of some kind through the jungle. I'm not holding my breath. Temps are expected to be in the 90s, with humidity to match. Ugh.
New neighbors--or maybe only one--to the south of us are making life, well, interesting. A pitbull has been ensconced in the backyard there, complete with small dog house. That would be well and good, but the poor dog is attached to a leash, giving him little freedom. Not to mention that I learned yesterday that it's illegal in this fair city for a dog to be tied up for more than an hour, four times a day. This dog has been tied up 24/7 for 2 1/2 days. I had to find out from the neighbor to the south of my south neighbor that anyone was actually living in the house. I don't make a habit of clocking the habits of neighbors or even knowing who they are. I rarely saw anyone there, but when I did, it was often at the strangest times---3:30 a.m., mostly, when headlights from a car pulled into the driveway, which would shine in my bedroom window. In spite of several Facebook friends thinking it might be a drug house, the new neighbor is an older Hispanic woman who doesn't drive and obviously never steps out of the house, either. le sigh
Let me make it clear. I like dogs. We have a dog, too, but Max the Pekingese isn't all that crazy about going outside, especially when it's raining, snowing, hot or the grass is tall. When he does allow us to boot him out, we then have to carry him back in, especially at midnight. Max is L A Z Y and S P O I L E D. The dog next door is tied to his dog house ALL THE TIME. Said dog also isn't crazy about being left alone ALL THE TIME, so barks, moans, whines, and every other sound imaginable ALL THE TIME. The past two nights have meant being awakened far too often by the barks and whines of the dog. And I've yet to see anyone in the backyard to check on him. Do I call the authorities and report this? Or maybe I should simply leave a copy of the City Law that states New Ordinance Makes it a Crime to Keep Your Dog on a Chain 24/7" in the door for someone to find. I'm about to set the dog free, when no one is looking. However, I'm not sure how friendly the dog is or isn't.
So it's summer and it's Friday. I'm a few pages from finishing a new manuscript. I need to get busy on plotting a new series for Harlequin American, set in a Texas ghost town. But my #3 daughter and her hubby are stopping by this evening with a present for me. They consider it a present. I consider it one more mouth to feed. A couple of weeks ago, said daughter picked up her cat Tosca, who's been living with me for the past several years, since daughter couldn't have a cat where she lived, and they're now living at least 2 hours away. Yes, I'll miss Tosca, but she tends to keep to herself and she apparently is enjoying her new home and humans. So daughter has decided to give me one of the kittens born in one of the race cars at the shop. (Her hubby is a race car driver.) Just what I need, right?
There's a problem with new kitty. He's a he and will have to be, um, fixed. And daughter named all the kittens after candy bars. (Yes, I'm serious.) This particular kitty was named Kondike. Yeah, like a Konkdike Bar, which is actually ice cream, not a candy bar. I decided to name him Dave. Yes, Dave. My youngest daughter is having a fit. PETS CANNOT BE GIVEN HUMAN NAMES. Which isn't exactly true, since Toby, her cat, has a human name. She wanted me to name the new kitten DaVinci, which is how the name Dave came to be. Or Tyrion, seeing that I'm a GoT and Peter Dinklage fan. Or anything but Dave. #3 daughter says I can name kitten whatever I want. Her hubby likes Dave Kondike, Used Car Salesman. They're the ones who gave me a fish for my birthday and named him Charlie Manson. Creative, aren't they?
Let's face it. There's never a dull moment here. Four daughters, each with her own distinctive personality, always make life interesting. And if they should fail, humanity will always fill in.
Best wishes to anyone who has bothered to slog through this rambling mess. Have a wonderful weekend!! Pics of Dave Kondike, Used Car Salesman will be posted on Monday. I hope. ;)
The human race has one really effective weapon, and that is laughter. ~ Mark Twain
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