I gave a friend a bird cage that had been sitting in my garage for years unused. It was not put together. She took it home and realized there were some connectors missing. I started out looking for them in my garage. Then in my junk bag. Then in my junk drawers. Then in my junk closets. Then… then… then I realized that I had way more junk than I’d ever need, when examined closely there was not much of it that I could identify let alone know what use it had and chewing gum that is over seven years
did you know
If you try to type Kardisians into a text message it auto corrects to lard ashcans? At least, my did.
Happy Memorial Day
Didn’t know this weekend was Memorial Day until I started seeing news stories. Then realized that my day calendar comes from China and, upon closer perusal, has NO American holidays listed. That’s what comes from buying cheap.
To all our troops, stay safe. And given the current state of affairs, that might mean stay clear of the VA where you will die while waiting for an appointment. If Fallujah didn’t get you, the VA will.
Please make it rain
The fires have reached a frightening level on the Kenai Peninsula and waking up to grey, smoke filled skies is making my sinuses go on the kind of strike that leads to horrible headaches. Plus, if it doesn’t rain soon, I may be forced to water my lawn. And we all know how much I like to be outside in the sun.
There are at least 8000 dog toys in this house…
So why is the ragged, dirty and smelly Santa the only one that counts? And why does the fight for it have to take place around my feet as I try to write? Why?
The joy of growing old with an old friend
The older I get, the more my conversation is peppered with the phrase, “I can’t think of the name right now”, to which an old friend will always be able to reply, “That’s ok. I know who/what you mean.” The conversation will continue and perhaps even move on to other topics when suddenly one or the other of us will blurt out the name we couldn’t remember. Even though the name no longer has any connection to the conversation, we both immediately know why it was said, who it referred to, and can continue our current conversation without interruption.
Old
The push polls are here
Not meaning to panic you too much, but the push polls are apparently here and there are still six months until the next election. Yet here they are, push polls that make me want to push my fist through the phone.
I try to cooperate with polls because I figure the people calling need to make a living and if someone’s opinion is going to be registered, why not mine? That sense of civic responsibility lasts until the first question that makes it clear it’s not really a poll as much as a way to snake a specific thought into
On my bucket list
1. Sky diving
2. Walking into a store and buying pot.
Wonder which one has the greater potential to become reality?
Ah Krispy Kremes
You are both my love and my nemesis. I buy a box of you to support a good cause and then wonder where I will find the strength to bring you to Bird TLC so I won’t devour all of you myself and end up with a blood sugar in the 6000s.
Maybe I could just attach an IV bag of insulin to me and eat the entire thing… ah fantasies…
Come on, come all
International Migratory Bird Day at the Alaska Zoo. Bird TLC will be there with some of our education birds all afternoon. And Kodi, our Cache Crow, will be there hoping you’ll give him money for fresh meal worms.