Off the rails

Bringing in the mail is like listening to voice mail messages or checking the numbers on your lottery ticket. It’s just plain something you have to do, even though the preponderance of evidence from previous experience tells you that bad news is far more likely than good in all the examples listed. Our mailbox is…

I called the vet hospital, and Clueless wonder is refusing to eat. Not good. It is dangerous for cats (and ponies) to go too long without eating, as it can cause liver damage. They said I was welcome to stop in this afternoon and try to encourage him to eat if I wanted to. I’m…

Oh, I had plans for last night. Water the seeds, check the gardens for weeds, pay the bills, pull together a real meal for myself, comb the cats (one of whom left two rather spectacular hairballs for me to clean up in the middle of the carpet yesterday). But no, these didn’t happen. I got…

Another nine spam deleted. The sense of satisfaction in blasting that stuff to kingdom come is brief, but significant. What is it about this AtMail account that attracts the spam-meisters? I use it for nothing except notifies and corresponding with other diarists. I have three other accounts I use, and none of them get this…

My across-the-way neighbor, whom The Prof uncharitably refers to as “Goiter Lady” is moving out today. I spoke with her briefly last week to wish her luck, and to offer my assistance with any last minute items she might need to attend to. She’s been chronically ill with a variety of things, most notably a…

Sorry, Shay. I wish you were right about my little mum, but even the roots are brittle on it. No even Dr. McCoy could work a miracle on this one. I’m leaving it in my office to stare accusingly at me – it seems that I owe it some sort of opportunity for revenge. I’ll…