And so it goes …

I’m outside, on the deck (10’ X10’ of floor planks and rails, sadly in need of attention). For “attention” read “restoration”. Today is my day off. There is no chance of me doing anything that needs doing beyond the already accomplished sweeping of the arbor vitae droppings and cleaning of the patio table and two…

I am more open than I once was. It’s a strength. It’s a vulnerability. It takes me off-guard at times. The most profound moments in my life are those moments when the picture shifts. It’s the real life version of the optical illusion sketches that fascinated you as kids. You’ve seen examples of what I’m…

[Current musical accompaniment: a very jazzed up “Jingle Bells”] *sigh* I can’t call him “O’Beast” anymore. He’s still the “Clueless Wonder”. And Cattitude goes back to Cattitude. The Kitten from Hell has grown out of her kittenhood. The Socialist lovingly calls her the Little Grey Shit, but I don’t think I’ll use that. Grey Menace…

So finally I have my first interview. In a couple of hours a local grocery store will be interviewing me for a cashier position. I am somewhat bemused because, while I did leave my resume with this chain at the job fair last week, it was to find out if they had any positions for…

This has been a weekend of tidying up. Christmas has been banished to the basement for another eleven months of solitary confinement. Toilet bowels have been scrubbed. Kitchen accoutrements have been steel-wooled and degreased. Sofas have been curried free of lint, cat hair, and stuff I don’t want to consider too closely. I washed windows…

Ever notice that after you’ve gone and called the doctor to get an appointment you immediately start to get better? It evidently works that way with cats too. O’Beast scarfed down breakfast this morning like the piglet he’s always been. He still needs his annual check-up for his heart condition, so I’ll drag him (over…