Our youngest cat, Patches, is normally a reticent creature. She prefers her own company and generally ventures out only when she feels the urgent need for a tasty treat. Occasionally I am granted the privilege of petting her. Even less often do we hear her purr.
So when Patches emerged from one of her hideaways to pose with a couple of flower arrangements, I had to take her picture. It’s like she was aware of the pretty picture she made.
I give you, Floral Arrangements with Cat:
Peace, people.
On Tuesday morning I had an ultrasound procedure to determine if my recent medical issues were actually the diverticulitis that I’d self-diagnosed or a result of a faulty gallbladder. No big deal, but I was required to fast from midnight until after my 10 a.m. appointment.
During an average night I get up at least twice to potty and get a drink of water. Afraid that I’d forget the “nothing by mouth” order I taped a hastily written note to my bathroom mirror:
Of course Studly Doright found the note hilarious.
Thank goodness, though, for my foresight because at 3:49 a.m. I had a glass of water in hand and only my note prevented me from taking a big drink. Take that Studly!
As I drove to the imaging center I pondered that note. What if, God forbid, some tragic accident had taken both my life and Studly’s life before we returned home that day. Whatever would investigators make of the cryptic “No food or water!!”?
Might someone have thought I was starving in spite of the abundance of food in our pantry? Perhaps they’d believe I’d penned a note crying out for help because my husband had forbidden me access to our food supply.
Then of course my mind pondered how that note might be interpreted by survivors of a zombie apocalypse. Would they think our food and water were tainted? Would some poor survivor pass by the jars of peanut butter and boxes of rice and cereal believing the contents weren’t fit for human consumption? I’d hate to be the reason someone in an apocalyptic situation starved to death. As soon as I returned home I tossed it in the trash. Whew! That was a close one.
Peace, people
Monday is laundry day. Now that there are just two of us in the Doright household the chore isn’t nearly as tedious as it once was. I still don’t love doing laundry, but I don’t mind it nearly as much.
Once the final load was in the dryer I drove into Tallahassee for a few necessities. Normally I avoid the big retailer (aka Walmart), but it was the nearest store that was sure to have everything I needed.
When I entered the store I was looking for just three items, so I didn’t grab a shopping cart. Can you believe how naive I still am at the ripe old age of 61.5? One doesn’t simply shop at Walmart without a cart.
As my arms became overburdened with just discovered “must haves” I began looking for an abandoned cart. As luck would have it, I found one just around the corner from the Preparation H aisle. Don’t ask, but yes, that was one of my necessities. Damned diverticulitis.
It didn’t take me long to realize why the cart had been abandoned:
That annoying intermittent sound (much louder in real life than in the above video) was my cart. The darned thing handled like a two ton tank that every few feet emitted an awful buzz causing fellow shoppers to wince and/or laugh out loud. A small child began crying as I approached.
I guess I could have abandoned the cart as its previous operator had done, but I decided to embrace it instead, quirky sound effects and all. As I wrestled my noisy cart around the store, adding milk and cat treats and plain yogurt and bananas and yes, Preparation H, among other things, I began to think of the cart as a metaphor for life:
“The road we travel isn’t always peaceful or smooth, but if you keep pushing, eventually you’ll get to lay down your load.”
Okay, that’s a crummy metaphor, but what are you going to do? Sue me?
Peace, people.
I have an issue and I don’t know how to contact WordPress support.
This morning as I checked my stats I noticed some odd activity in the posts viewed. Note the items I’ve circled in blue. These aren’t items I’ve posted, nor are they reblogs of other bloggers’ posts. I’m concerned that perhaps I’ve been hacked. Any thoughts? How do I get WordPress to look into this?
Those of my readers who’ve been following me for awhile know how much I delight in finding unique places to patronize. Today I found a real gem in Tallahassee, All Saints Cinema just on the edge of Railroad Square Art Park.
Okay, the exterior isn’t that impressive, but trust me, it’s a cool venue.
Located in one end of the old Amtrak station, All Saints Cinema primarily shows indie and art films on an old school screen. The interior of the theater pays homage to its train depot heritage, with exposed brick walls and chalkboard train schedules.
There are no reclining seats in this theater, but the old style seating was comfortable and added to the ambiance.
A vintage cartoon preceded the feature film. I think it was titled, Frisky Frolics, and the sound didn’t quite match up with the picture. I found that immensely charming.
But I wasn’t there for the funnies, after all. A member of one of the Meetup groups I’ve joined suggested that we see RBG, a documentary about Supreme Court Justice, Ruth Bader Ginsberg, also known as “Notorious RBG.”
The film follows the diminutive 80-something Ms. Ginsberg from her very early years in Brooklyn through her time at Harvard and then Cornell where she was one of just a handful of women studying law. The documentary details her dedication to fighting for gender equality early in her career and her nomination and subsequent appointment to the highest court in the land.
To say she is an inspiration would be an understatement. All Americans owe a debt of gratitude to Ms Ginsberg’s tireless dedication to gender equality. Even in her eighth decade she continues the fight. I just pray she can outlast the current administration. Progressives count on her common sense and fighting spirit.
Now that I’ve discovered All Saints Cinema I’m thinking about becoming a member, so I would be eligible for perks like reduced ticket prices and first dibs on tickets. Since the theater seats only about 60 people, that would be great.
Below is a shot of the track side of the depot.
And I must’ve accidentally shot this photo of the railing. It was kind of artsy looking, so I thought I’d share it. Notice the little lizard posing on the horizontal brace.
Here’s a link to All Saints Cinema’s website. If you live in the Tallahassee area check it out. (By the way, I received no compensation for promoting this business. I thought it was cool, and believe others would, as well.)
https://www.tallahasseefilms.com
Peace, people!
Studly Doright is making progress with his recovery from surgery on his sciatic nerve. He still isn’t sleeping well due to intense nerve pain, but he manages to push through somehow. He’s tough.
Saturday he joined his golf group for lunch where they regaled him with tales from their morning round. He misses golf almost as much as he misses his sleep.
Studly returned home at one, just as a thunderstorm rolled in. He and I both took a much needed nap while the storm raged outside. When he awakened Studly surprised me by asking if I wanted to go to a movie. Well, duh. I ALWAYS want to go to see a movie.
I’d already seen Solo, but Studly hadn’t, so we spent the afternoon in that galaxy far, far away. I enjoyed it more the second time than I did the first, and Studly gave it his seal of approval. Afterwards we enjoyed dinner at a Japanese steak house to round out the evening.
Before the film started, though, our neighbor texted me a picture of a tree that had fallen in our neighborhood. When we returned home we drove passed our home to take a look.
It’s hard to tell from this angle, but the tree fell on top of a trailer loaded with sod, narrowly missing the pickup truck that had been pulling the trailer. We aren’t sure if it was felled by lightning or if our oversaturated ground gave way. Such is life in the forest. Hopefully no one was injured.
Studly went to bed early, hoping to get some sleep. Fingers crossed.
Peace, people.
Shower
Yogurt with bananas and honey for breakfast
Brush teeth
Commiserate over Studly Doright’s lack of sleep
Law and Order mini-marathon
Load dishwasher
Organize Studly’s pharmaceuticals
Remember that I forgot to get dressed, apply immediate remedy in the form of denim capris and white T-shirt
Scowl at reflection in mirror
Apply makeup
Smile at reflection in mirror
Locate favorite flip flops and place them on feet
Compile a list of items to buy at CVS
Locate purse and phone
Remember that I didn’t write a blog post for today
Take a few minutes to write something to assuage my conscience
Frown at the results
Find a picture to distract from the lackluster post
Realize that wasn’t the one you wanted
Stick with that one
Peace, people
Publish
On Thursday afternoon I drove the 45 minutes to the small town of Blountstown to get my hair cut and colored. My stylist, Genia Burke at Head 2 Toe, worked her magic and I look human again.
My trips to Blountstown are never complete, though, without a stop at Rivertown Mercantile. I’m in search of a bedside table for one of our guest bedrooms, and thought I might find one here. I didn’t find one that met my needs, but I enjoyed looking all the same.
I got a kick out of their sidewalk advertisement:
I love the displays of antiques and vintage items for sale.
On past visits I’ve bought some vintage botanical prints as well as some fun knick knacks and old books. Alas, I am still a bit puny and didn’t have the stamina to shop until I dropped. Actually I was a little worried that dropping might’ve been an unintended outcome, and I still had to drive home. I’ll be back in a month or so, and indulge myself further then.
By the way, I don’t receive any type of compensation for mentioning these businesses. I just like spreading the word.
Peace, people.
My last haircut was April 3rd. The last time I had my hair color enhanced (aka dyed) was three weeks before that. Today is May 31. To say that I’ve begun looking a little unkempt would be an massive understatement.
I wear my hair really short, so my normal routine consists of a haircut every three weeks and color every six weeks. I’ve been sick since the beginning of May, though, and had to cancel my regular appointments. This is a reasonable approximation of my current look:
Add more gray to the fur, and that’s me.
My appointment isn’t until 11:30, but I set my alarm for 6:00 a.m. and was awake well before that. I’m jumping for joy, but only mentally, because at my age, physically jumping for joy could be hazardous to my health. I could do it, but I might not be able to walk for a week. And nothing is going to keep me from this appointment.
In my stead, here are inspiring photos of others expressing their joy. Enjoy their joy!
Peace (and joy) people!
When ABC revived the Roseanne show I didn’t pay much attention. I’d seldom watched the original program and had no desire to watch the reboot. All politics aside, I always found the show to be mean spirited.
When we lived outside of Champaign, Illinois, I saw Roseanne Barr do standup live at the venerable Virginia Theater. Studly Doright was out of town that week and I got bored, so at the last minute I bought a ticket.
She was good that night. Not great. She seemed subdued, talking about how becoming a grandmother had changed her. There was nothing political about her performance, as I recall, and I gave her scant thought after I left the theater.
But these past couple of years Roseanne has become a vocal trump supporter. Her tweets on Twitter were peppered with insults aimed at Liberals, some were of a blatantly racist nature. She even embraced hardcore right wing conspiracy theories and shared them with no regard for the truth.
In spite of this, ABC brought her back into the fold hoping, perhaps, that she could keep her racist ideology under wraps long enough to make big bucks for the network. Yesterday, though, she finally went too far for ABC and parent company, Disney.
From a local ABC affiliate:
Roseanne Barr wrote early Tuesday morning, “Muslim brotherhood & planet of the apes had a baby=vj.” Barr was responding to a comment about Valerie Jarrett, a top former aide to president Obama. She later deleted the tweet.
The show was quickly cancelled following the abrupt resignations of show writers, Wanda Sykes and Whitney Cummings. I’d say, “bravo, ABC,” but they knew she was a racist, right wing troll when they hired her. Public outcry was the driving force behind her termination.
So let us bid adieu to Roseanne, at least for now. I wouldn’t be surprised to see her honored for her actions by the Racist-in-Chief.
Peace, people
Here are somewhat relevant photos of The Virginia Theater in Champaign. I adore this old place.
And an even more relevant photo of a younger Roseanne grabbing her crotch during her heinous performance of the national anthem before a sporting event.
Praying for Eyebrowz 