Fall weather comes soon
Tree leaves show off their colors
Summer’s last hoorah!
Fall weather comes soon
Tree leaves show off their colors
Summer’s last hoorah!
Well, our five cats have surprised us again. This time, three of the five decided that it would be a great idea for them to sleep on our bed all day long. This isn’t anything new; it’s just part of the feline entitlement in our house. They have no problem sleeping on our pillows and stretching out as long as they can to take up more space. But since this happens during the day, it’s not a big deal.
However—they now have decided that they will also spread out on our bed during nightime. This means that the Crankee Yankee and I have to lay down new bedtime rules (ha–as if the cats would listen!). Ever tried to teach a cat to do anything? Good luck with that.
Our cats have figured out that we love and adore them, so they feel that the next step is to do as we do, bedtime-wise—spread out! Cats are a lot smarter than you think, plus they also have the “cute” advantage. A cat may knock over and break a lamp, but then they look at you with one of their signature big-eyes kitty get-out-of-jail passes. Seriously, they know just how to work us.
The Crankee Yankee and I realize that we did a poor job of training our cats (ha—as if a cat would really listen to any sort of training!), so now we are paying the price. Day and night, at least three of the cats are on our bed, snoozing away. While we have a queen-size bed, it gets pretty full with us and the cats.
So once again, the cats win and we lose; sheesh. We never had a chance.
When I was a youngster, I often visited my grandparents. Often I stayed overnight with them, and my grandmother would tuck me into bed and then read me a chapter of Mother West Wind’s Animal Friends by Thorton W. Burgess. I loved to hear her read to me, just as she had read the same stories to my father when he was a little boy.
When I got older, my mother introduced me to the “Freddy” books by Walter Rollin Brooks. I got thinking about those books recently, and found the following about them:
“The delightful detective story about the beloved animal characters on Mr. Bean’s farm, whose adventures have entertained so many children. Freddy the Pig has been reading Sherlock Holmes and knows that he, too, can apply his brain to solving mysteries, beginning with Farmer Bean’s son’s loss of a toy train. Freddy becomes very efficient in the apprehension of criminals. In the end he not only solves the case of the murdered crow, but successfully acts as defense attorney for the falsely accused Jinx the cat. How often did Sherlock do that?”
I loved to think about those talking farm animals, and I used to wish that I could meet them all. Reading those books made me feel that animals, especially pets, spoke their own languages that only they could understand. As a child I was positive that my cat, Henny, could talk if she really wanted to. However, every attempt I made to catch her talking just made her bored.
Then I discovered the *Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle stories. I read them and re-read them over and over again. This started me on re-reading books that I loved. It exasperated my mother to no end; she felt that re-reading was just a waste of time. She felt that one read was enough and that I should just go get more library books. However, I loved re-reading just the same; I still do.
So all that said, what children’s books did you love when growing up? (Go ahead, read them again; I won’t tell.)
Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle series is about a small woman who lives in an upside-down house in a lively neighborhood inhabited mainly by children who have bad habits.
Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle has a chest full of magical cures left to her by her deceased husband, Mr. Piggle-Wiggle, who was a pirate. In the first two books of the series, Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle (1947) and Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle’s Magic (1949), Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle provides parents with cures for their children’s bad habits. Cures range from the mundane (the “Won’t-Pick-Up-Toys Cure”, allowing a small boy to continue leaving his toys scattered about his room until the room becomes so cluttered that he is unable to escape) to the fantastic (the “Interrupting Cure”, a special powder that is blown on the interrupter, which causes the person to become temporarily mute every time he/she tries to interrupt someone).
(Don’t I just wish that there really was an “Interrupting Cure”!)
If you read Pam Kirst’s wonderful blog, “Catching My Drift,” you will have read what she says about spiders. Not a fan of them, and either am I. I have hated spiders all my life; they just give me the creeps. My uncle, whom I always called “Unkie”–(sadly recently deceased, bless his sweet heart) really hated them. He often visited us for a week or two when I was a kid, and I always looked forward to his visits. Once when he was staying overnight at our house, he tucked me into bed, saying his usual ‘good night’; “there you are, safe and sound in your space ship. When you go to the moon and find out it’s made of green cheese, bring me back a slice.”
We both laughed, and he happened to look up on the wall, and saw a spider dangling down from the ceiling. Bravely he whacked it with his shoe, sparing me from a scary night. I thought he was heroic!
I do understand that spiders are not only useful, but their webs are works of art. While I admire this about them, what gives me the creeps is that they scuttle so! I think if they just strolled along at a slow pace I could feel less creepy about them. But even writing about them makes me shudder. If I find one in our house, I can’t go to sleep unless I’ve tracked it down and killed it.
It’s bad enough to have spiders of any size in the house, but at least in America we don’t have the huge ones that live in other countries. Can you even imagine a spider large enough to cover an entire window? Just the thought of it gives me the shivers.
As Pam Kirst mentioned in her blog today, the only spider she liked was Charlotte, of the book, “Charlotte’s Web” by E. B. White. I did as well, and from then on always thought that if only spiders could talk to us, we might not be so creeped out about them. But then again, if they did talk, what if they asked us creepy things like, “hey, mind if I curl up in your mouth while you’re sleeping?” Yuck!!!
I really don’t enjoy killing spiders, but it becomes one of those “me or them” things, and I prefer that they are NOT in the house. If any spiders are reading this, I hope I didn’t hurt your feelings. Just stay out of my house and we’re good, ok?
These days we REALLY could use something to laugh about. I found the following jokes on line by Bob Larkin. Enjoy!
A bad joke is just that: a bad joke. But sometimes a joke is so jaw-droppingly ridiculous that it transcends its own awfulness and reaches a higher plane of funny. You don’t want to laugh—every self-respecting part of your brain is rejecting the guffawing impulse—but you can’t help yourself. That’s when you know you have a bad joke so horrible that it’s actually funny.
And the thing is, everyone needs a bad joke every now and then Call them “dad jokes” if you must, but it’s not just dads who love a good groaner. Herein, we’ve rounded up all of the best funny bad jokes that will have you laughing so hard you cry—no matter how hard you try and resist.
Don’t get me wrong, I love all of our five cats. They all have different ways of showing their love; it can be loud purring, or lapping my fingers or settling into my lap while I’m trying to read–and purring their heads off. It seems that their “special” time with me is exactly when I’m trying to write a post.
I think that they really believe that sitting on my keyboard will just make any post I have better. Even though they all have comfortable beds, tons of toys, and more attention than most famous people, they always want more. In fact, I’m sure that if Tom Hanks came knocking at our door, the cats would all turn their noses up at him. What they really want is all our attention all the time.
I do believe that somehow our cats have found out that in ancient Egypt cats were revered and loved by their kings and queens. As has been said many times before; cats have never forgotten this.
Their sense of intitlement is unbelieveable, too. If I happen to be eating a tuna salad sandwich, all five of them will sit and watch me eat until guilt takes over and I end up splitting the sandwich between the five of them. Then I have to run to the kitchen and make a quick sandwich for myself before the cats finish eating my first sandwich.
So it isn’t at all surprising that, when I am typing on the computer, that’s exactly when one or two or more of the cats show up and walk back and forth on the keyboard. This is a sample of what it looks like:
And that’s just one way they type their own messages on the keyboard. They can’t talk, but they sure can type!
When I lived in Texas, I used to go to church on Sundays. It was a nice group of people, and after a time I joined the choir, which was a lot of fun. When it was close to Christmas, we of course sung the usual Christmas carols as well as songs from our hymn books.
While standing and singing, it was fun to see everyone in their seats, especially those who dressed up for the Christmas season. There was always one lady whom I called the “Gee-Gaw” Lady because she always wore lots and lots of jewelry. She quite literally sparkled all during the Christmas season. I always wondered why she put on so many necklaces, bracelets, rings and Christmas-y pins.
Funnily enough, these days I too wear a lot of jewelry. Not because I want to show off, but because I enjoy wearing earrings, bracelets, rings and sometimes necklaces. I always think of the “Gee-Gaw” Lady fondly when I do. Now that I am the age that she was, I realize that it doesn’t matter if you wear loads of jewelry or flamboyant clothing or whatever. It’s all about what you personally like. And as for me, I do love lots of jewelry.
I wonder if the “Gee-Gaw” Lady is still alive and sparkling. I wish I had told her how much she influenced me. I also now understand her; I’m sure that she didn’t give a hoot what other people saw, especially all that jewelry. I feel the same way; these days I don’t feel dressed unless I’m wearing several rings, four or more bracelets on each arm, a necklace and a pair of flashy earrings.
Some time I think that God puts special people in our lives, how ever briefly. When putting on all my jewelry, I think about the Gee-Gaw lady and thank her. I hope that she hears me and smiles. Most of all, I hope she is still sparkling!
I have to wonder how some people were raised when I hear about “incidences” in parks, walking trails and so on. The incidences can be everything from throwing trash on the ground instead of putting it in a container or waste barrel. Some people who have picnics outside think it’s perfectly fine to dump the leftovers out on the ground with the idea that “the animals will eat it.” Evidently this too includes all the waxed paper, aluminium foil and paper bags and even bottles!
Worst of all, there are actually people who think it’s just fine to defecate right on a trail or in a park. Especially when in such trails and parks have bathrooms! Seriously, wild animals have more sense than that. You have to wonder what kind of people raised them.
Sometimes it seems like we humans are devolving into animals. If so, I certainly hope that our manners will be better.
Well, we’ve done it again; we planted way too many tomato plants in our garden; cukes, too. As we always do, we put out a large basket full of cukes and tomatoes with a big sign that reads: “fresh veggies; help yourself!” (Quite frankly, when people stop by and take some, they are doing us a favor!) And people do, once they get used to the idea that we don’t expect them to pay for the cukes and tomatoes.
The Crankee Yankee made a huge jar of pickled cukes; which by the way are absolutely delicious. My job is using up the tomatoes to make spaghetti sauce. So far I’ve made six big containers of it. Thankfully we have a large freezer, so we will be eating that sauce all winter long. It could be worse; we could have planted zuccinis and you know how fast they grow. Worst of all, there are not many good recipes for them either.
I actually don’t mind making the tomato sauce, but it does take time. First there is cleaning the fresh tomatoes, then chopping them up. Then I pull out my largest pot, drizzle some olive oil in it, plus some salt and pepper. Then I chop up one or two large onions and toss those in the pot, as well as chopped fresh garlic and add that in. Then in go the chopped tomatoes. After that, I add a large can of tomato sauce, a dollop of red wine and a bit of sugar. Once the whole mess has cooled down, I grab my Cuisinart Quick Prep (check it out; it is soooo handy!) and stir it all up.
When winter sets in, it’s both comforting and delicious to enjoy all that sauce from our very own tomatoes. And each winter we promise each other that we won’t plant so dang many tomatoes and cucumbers. But every spring we wait for the sunny days to plant (you guessed it) MORE tomatos and cukes.
I guess we just can’t help ourselves.