Coffee heat rising

Old Bat Flying Loose!

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LOL! By 7:00 this morning, I’d utterly forgotten that M’hijito hired a babysitter to come to the house and stare at me all day. So it was out the door with Ruby, off to circumnavigate the ‘Hood before that blanket of gray clouds starts to dump rain.

B-a-a-a-d human, eh? 

Well, we’re back. No sign that anyone has been around. Which doesn’t prove she didn’t show up here, jangle the doorbell, and leave.

Oh well. Good riddance, I say. 😉

Beautiful, San Francisco-style morning! This is the sort of weather that used to hold forth Back in the Day, when I would walk to school as dawn cracked: out of Parkmerced, across Junipera Serra Blvd, up to the junior high I attended. Some days, I’d ride the city bus…if it was raining or I felt too lazy to walk a mile or two. But most of the time, it was easier to walk.

Today, walking would be a lot easier and a lot more pleasant without the spavined hip. That’s f’r sure! Don’t get old, whatever  ya do!!

Under the Terlet AGAIN!

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LOL! Once again, Ruby the Corgi repaired to her nest under the back-bathroom toilet and refused to come out for the morning doggy-walk.

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What on EARTH has brought on this quirk?

Normally, she loves to go on a doggy-walk. So this is odd….  The day is a bit gray, admittedly. But it’s not raining, nor is it about to rain soon. Once her pet human got back in the house, she came out from the toilet-nest and resumed her usual social activities. As we scribble, she’s loafing on the bed beside her human.

So…giant question mark

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Cannot imagine what caused her to set her heels in the bathroom tiles….

Dogs. Weirder even than humans!

Another Day, Another…No Dollar….

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Busted, disgusted, and can’t be trusted, as my dear ol’ daddy used to say. 😀

Hey! What can I say?  If I don’t need the dollars, why should I work my butt off to earn them?

Ain’t a-gunna do it!

Gorgeous morning. Dawg and Human have gone a-strolling already — it’s only a little after nine a.m. We’re back at the Funny Farm. Dog is fed. Human is fed. I can’t remember if the cleaning lady/babysitter is supposed to show up and supervise my waking moments…hope to Hell not.

GAWD, how I hate that!  My son really does not seem to understand that I am — as I have always been all my life — a powerfully solitary soul. I do not want people around me.

Most of the time, I don’t need people around me.

That notwithstanding, he hires people to show up here and watch my every waking moment.

Hmmm….  At 9:15 in the morning, it’s still fairly cool out there.

Instead of waiting for the Babysitter of the Day, I may just take Ruby and  head off for a stroll around the park.

But you do know what that will evoke, right?

Yeah. Shortly after Ruby and I get around the corner, the woman will show up. She will be pi$$ed that I’m not here — yes, even if I leave her a note asking her to please wait — and so she’ll complain to my son.

He will be accordingly pissed…and I’ll never hear the end of it. And yes: I’ll be ordered to sit here and wait for these women, whether I like or not, whenever they show up, whatever the day’s coming heat level will be.

What I need to do is give each of these broads a key so they can get in when I’m not here.

Right. And steal me blind, hm?

Honestly: I do not want these worthies around when I’m not here and in the house to watch them. So…that obviates the morning walk.

And the morning walk IS what keeps me walking. It’s what keeps the spavined hip moving. Opt it, and I might as well order up a wheelchair from Amazon.

GORGEOUS Day!

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Truly: what a beautiful morning!

Left the Corgi behind when I set  out to traverse the ‘Hood…partly because she remains stubborn (her new habit) about coming out from under the toilet when called, and partly because I wanted to have my own walk, not be dragged from pillar to post.

And…y’know…that was a good thing to do!

Without the drag-fest, I was left with the time and the  peace to think about Life (as it’s coming to an end…), the Universe, and All That.

And…yeah….

I’m thinking now that I’ll try to stay in my present home until the last cat is hanged.

Two reasons:

a) I love it here. Love the house, love the yard, love the pool, love the neighborhood, love the neighbors.

b) I want my son to  have this place. He may not think it’s the best thing since Paris, but even if he doesn’t….it’s worth a bare minimum of half a million bucks.

So if he decides to sell my house or his own castle, he can pocket enough to finance his retirement (no kidding!).

Then he could, in theory, move back to his dad’s hometown — Grand Junction, Colorado: a venue the kid covets. Or he could stay where he is, rent this house, and invest the proceeds until he’s ready to retire…then live like the King of Sheba. Or he could instead sell my place and use the profit to move himself to some fancy venue like Scottsdale. Or, decamp to the place both of us would prefer to live: San Francisco.

Spectacular thoughts engendered by a spectacular day…

Another Day, Another Cleaning-Lady’s Dollar

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My gawd, that woman works like a HORSE! And she says this is the third house she’s cleaned today!!

Augh! How does she do it?

Mystifies me. I can barely survive cleaning my own house in one day. And she does an awesome job with each task. For two or three houses each day.

Some folks really and truly are amazing. She’s one of ’em!

At any rate, it’s after 5:00 p.m. Wonder Cleaning Lady is still banging around the shack. I personally would just like to go back to bed. (Ain’t gonna happen, o’course: not at this hour!)

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Ruby and I are just back from the park: watching the kiddies play and their older brothers & sisters babysit them. Love the park!

Love the kids!

Also love Wonder Cleaning-Lady. Because…one thing you may sure I do NOT want to do is clean house. Boyoboy, do I hate cleaning house.

My mother used to make me clean for her. She taught me to dust and vacuum and mop and scrub toilets and wash windows and polish mirrors and clean sinks and wash dishes as soon as I could hold a rag and a cleaning tool in my hand. And so it became my job to clean the house once a week.

A job I deeply hated.

And continue to hate.

So it is that I cheerfully pay the likes of Wonder Cleaning-lady to scrub and vacuum and sanitize and trash-haul and toilet-clean. Bless her!

One o’ Those Days…Y-cumen In

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Argh! Today is shaping up to be “one of those days”… You know: when everything you touch — or so much as look at — goes SPROOOINGG!

As we scribble, the dog is hiding under the toilet and refuses to come out.

Why? I cannot imagine. Haven’t lost my temper this morning. Haven’t done much of anything out of the ordinary. She just…doesn’t wanna be with me!

No amount of coaxing will bring her forth.

So…okay. If she wants to spend the day under the toilet, she can spend the day under the toilet. I am DONE! Not gonna try to coax her out. Not gonna try to lovey-dove her into the kitchen for her breakfast. Not gonna take her for the morning doggy-walk.

Whenever I finish the current cup of coffee, I’m heading out for a morning human-walk. Dawg-free!

Otherwise, nothing much is up. Uhmm…far as I know, anyway. As we realize, dogs know a lot more about the world than humans do…so presumably SOMETHING is up. I just haven’t figured out what it is.