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I ATE’NT DEAD

Resurrection of this blog is imminent.

I think.

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Our Tiny Criminal

I live with a career felon feline.

Don’t let the cuteness fool you. This is the most unrepentant criminal you will ever meet.

Was Michael Jackson singing about a cat all those years ago? I don’t know, but he could have been. (Just checked the lyrics, and hell to the no.)

(Totally didn’t take a good long break checking the lyrics then checking something else then looking for sword hangers and moving the laundry to the dryer and taking the kid a folding laundry basket and… )

Yeah.

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A Scattered Wednesday Post

Welp. The feline has exited the containment device. I mean, we set it free, but anyway.

I have mixed feelings, and I’m not ready to talk about it yet. But I will say that I am eternally grateful to my TDP colleagues. I would say I’ll miss them horribly, but I won’t, because I won’t be letting them escape my friendship.

There is no escaping me. Bwahahaha…

Anyway.

I mentioned in my last blog that I’ve been watching decluttering videos. Carla is very gentle in helping friends declutter,...

Try, Try Again (and Again)

Before I decided to actually write a blog post, I had thoughts. But now my brain is gone, so. I’m going to post some cat pictures, and just talk about what I’ve been up to. And maybe some other pictures!

Like, look at my fridge! I never remember to take before pictures, but let me tell you–that’s a HUGE change.

I’ve been doing…better? Yes, better. I haven’t been writing (sigh) but I have been…well, from wandering the internet incessantly, I slid into watching decluttering videos. I’ve ...

Time to Poke The House Some More

One thing that slows my blogging is that when it’s been a while, I sit here and think I should apologize for not blogging. And then I sit here and try to think of a new and interesting way to do it. But you know what? It is what it is. I’m trying to find the energy and motivation to resume daily blogging and a lot of other things too. I’ll keep trying. It’s all anyone can do (sorry, Yoda.)

Another thing slowing me down is my doctor wants me wearing wrist braces constantly for two weeks. He sa...

Catching Up. Dammit.

It’s not the work. It’s the roadblocks.

I would have my house in order, if things would stop going wrong! It’s not particularly big things, but just…argh.

Okay. I went camping last weekend. Hell, yeah, I was going. The last time I was supposed to go, I ended up stressed out moving back into my house on New Year’s Eve. And the time before THAT I was supposed to go, my house flooded the week before, the water was shut off, and I figured I’d better cancel than leave person/people at home with...

Here We Go Again

Periodically, I decide to get my life together. That’s not as down-on-me as it may sound, because I think a lot of us do it this way. We come with a plan, we follow it (or not) and we end up hopefully doing a little better than we were before. And then we gather our strength and try again.

It’s been a few months of severe disruption here, and it shows. My room is a mess, I’ve regained some of the weight I’d lost, and I haven’t even tried to write fiction in…well, a bit. A while. A long while....

Still Waiting

It’s been probably a week since I wrote the blog post I just published (oops.) My desk and treadmill are here. The shelves arrived and got put up and put in use, but the desk and the treadmill are still in their boxes.

Look, it’s not because I don’t want to set them up! I most certainly do. It’s just that…okay, remember those little plastic games with a picture on tiles, and you had to move the tiles so the picture made sense, but you had to plan ahead and not line up like, the first three an...

Mid-January Already

(dad-blast it! I swear I posted this when I wrote it, but here it is in drafts…argh!)

I am home, but I am still waiting.

I do have my bed! My dear wonderful bed, that is so flipping comfy, with everything I need in reach. My desktop, on a desk with a keyboard shelf and my chair. Oh, I missed my chair!

And yet…

We’ve been back two weeks and a couple days, but there’s still stuff everywhere. The movers packed everything and did a not-great job (seriously, there was a box that containe...

First Day of December

It’s a new month. It’s the end of 2023. And all I have to say is…what the fuck? What the ACTUAL FUCK?

It’s been rough. As mentioned last post, on October 8th, I woke to the never-welcome phrase “Mom, sorry to wake you, but–“

Yeah. We’re still dealing with that.

We’re out of the hotel and in a furnished rental house. It’s way better than hotel living, but…well. There is one comfy piece of furniture in this whole blinking house. I am on it (the privilege of age) but I often have to fight ...