Happy 4th to anyone celebrating – please be careful and safe while you do so.
I put the celebratory 4th of July Header up (last night).
Click the red ? / P looking square for some fireworks guaranteed not to cause any fires. [Barring your computer or home having a wiring issue... for which I am not responsible.]
The sun had just begun to light the earth. My eyes opened as if they were spring-loaded. “No. it’s too early,” my brain plead. “wakeup-wakeup-wakup!” said the sun, increasing the intensity of light it was streaming through the small gap between my curtains and the window frame.
I rolled over. I put one of the extra pillows over my head. I remained still, concentrating on my breathing; and tried for several minutes to go back to sleep. “Wakeup-wakeup-wakeup!” my brain echoed the sun’s words. As they were bouncing around in my head, the cat walked in the room. Already singing his morning “Maw, mraw, meyaw… Macgnow (wakeup-wakeup-wakeup!)” With this, he leapt onto the bed and began to sniff my eyes, which remained closed. “Whatever you do,” said my brain, “Don’t let him see that you are awake. Don’t open your eyes.“
The cat (Pryor), having no job, no obligations to anyone but himself, and having no concept of what it means to have a day off; reaches out with a paw and taps my face. The last tap landed directly on my lips. He was purring, LOUDLY.
Cat feet. Germs. Oh-ew!!” said my brain.
Yes, I do worry more than some people about dirt-and-germs. I do not wash my hands every time I touch “everything”, but I do wash them if I know they have been in contact with something bacteria ridden or otherwise threatening to my health and well being. This includes cat feet on my face. I’m not clinically imbalanced; it’s just that cats cannot possibly have clean feet. My brain continued to carry on with it’s OCD alarms, not unlike Lucy of The Peanuts when Snoopy would plant a sloppy one on her.
“No.” I told my brain. “It is … ” (Hmm… What time is it?) I had not even looked at the clock.
“ It is five thirty!!! Wakeup-wakeup-wakeup! You can get a LOT done if you get up. NOW.” Then, my brain, now agreeing with the sun, began to name off a long list of stuff that could get done.
the two loads of laundry over in that basket
wash the bathroom mats while you are at it
your truck is dirty too
sweep the kitchen
you promised mom that you would deal with some yard work and put some things in the shelf space in her garage…
Once my brain starts to process all of the things that need to get done — all hope of sleeping is lost. (Remaining in bed just a while longer), I grabbed the laptop to share my misery with you before I get started on the rest of the list.
As I typed this, Pryor has remained parked on the pillow next to my head, quite possibly reading this over my shoulder. Every few minutes he ceased the loud purring to give me the standard three taps on the arm to remind me that he is hungry and incapable of feeding himself since he is an indoor pet.
I have decided to surrender. My brain has convinced me that both the spot on my face that the cat touched and my lip are now tingling and starting to burn. (germs. cat feet have germs) I must shower, let the dog out, start the laundry, administer the proper medicines to both pets and feed them. Then I can tackle the rest of the list, which seems to be growing…
I was excited last week when the envelope came in the mail. My CDs had arrived.
backstory:After a lot of searching and dead-end links, I had found a site that sold a recording that I had listened to often as a child. Oddly enough, lately this same recording is everywhere on ebay and other types of sell-your-used-stuff sites. (see previous post for more details)
It was finally here.I opened the envelope and took out two cds. One was a sampler CD of other radio show recordings (free with the purchase of the CD I had ordered). The other was a title I did not recognize. I looked at the packing slip. The title I had ordered was not listed. The other one – was something I had never heard of; yet the conents of the package matched the packing slip.
I emailed the guy(s) at the website where I made the purchase. I explained that I had ordered one thing and received another. They replied the next morning with an apology — stating that I could keep the CD they shipped (and of course the free sampler CD), and that they would be sending the correct CD right away. The next package arrived Friday.
I recently purchased a CD with the Old Time Radio Show by Arch Obler Lights Out series from on-line. According to the track listing, it includes the short, The Dark. I am excited that very soon I will be able to listen to it again; as I have not heard any of the tracks on that recording in roughly fifteen years.
to get a Soy Latte — and it cost me 47 dollars.
Venti Mocha——$3.30
Venti Soy Latte——$3.70
Fancy Insulated Coffee Cup——$20.00
Getting back to your car to find a ($20.00) ticket on the windshield…
Ridicu-Less.
Who would think that on a Saturday night, at NINE THIRTY P.M., a bank would actually enforce a “customer only” parking rule?
