Wednesday, July 30, 2014
Tuesday, July 29, 2014
So! I got home from work last night, and headed to the mailbox to grab the mail, when I heard a sound.
zzzzzzt zzzzzzzzzzzzt zzzzzzzzzzzzt
It was coming from ... up in the air. Up where the power lines run through the trees in my front yard.
zzzzzzzt zzzt zzzzt zzzzzzzzzzt
"Meh," I thought. "It sounds like something arcing, but I don't see any arcing. Probably nothing," and I walked into the house. All the power was on, TV/phone were working just fine.
A little while later, I had to go out to the car
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt zzzzzzzzzt zzzzzt zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt
And this time I could smell something. Something ... burning.
"Oh, for f*ck's sake," I thought. "My first day back to work, and now I've gotta deal with this?"
I went back in and called the utility company. The woman I spoke with was very nice, said she'd get a truck right out, and added, "If anything else should happen before the truck gets there, please call us back."
"If anything else happens, the FIRST thing I'm doing is LEAVING," I said, and we both had a little laugh. Arcing power lines! Are funny!
So a little while later, up pulls the utility company truck, and a dude gets out and starts walking around the front yard, looking up into the trees. Because I feel the need to inject myself into every event, I walked out and asked him, "do you hear it?" "Naw, not right now," he said. "Um ...," I said, "You might want to ... shut off your truck?" That great big diesel was idling about ten feet from where we were standing. "Oh, yeah!," dude said, and shut off the truck, and sure enough
zzzzzt zzzzzzzzzzzt zzzzzzzzzzzzt zzzzzzzzt
"Yep," the dude said. "I'm afraid I'm gonna have to take down some of those branches."
"Take 'em ALL," I said. "Those trees are a pain in the butt!" They are. They are locust trees, nearing the end of their lifespan, and they keep dropping branches and drooping and in the fall the little tiny leaves are too small to rake, meaning they stay on the lawn all winter. I don't know who ever thought that planting trees directly under power lines was a good idea, anyway. IT WASN'T ME.
The dude laughed. "Usually people get upset when I tell 'em I have to take down branches," he said.
"Take as many as you want," I said, and went back inside.
So dude got up in his bucket with his saw thing and went to work. About twenty minutes later, there was a great big pile o' branches in my front yard, one of the trees looked decidedly ... lighter, and no more zzzzzt zzzzzzt zzzzzzt.
It's just one dang thing after another, I tell you. It's always lively at my place.
Monday, July 28, 2014
Well. THAT was a much needed break.
What did I do with my time off? Not a whole heck of a lot. The remaining kittens and I went to two adoption events, and now there are only THREE kittens in the foster room. Seems empty in there!
I did a lot of sitting in the sun, some lawn mowing, some shopping, and a lot a lot of sleeping. I take after my dad, who was a world champeen sleeper. Give me the chance and a nice comfy bed and I'm good for ten hours, no prob. *yawn*
Let's see. One of the kittens learned how to do this:
Yeah, there went ten years off my life, right there. (And ignore the cobwebs in the corner.)
I did go the to the county fair, which honestly seemed pretty rinky-dink compared to the state fair, but hey. Free entertainment. After the fair, I went to a nearby dam for a little hike.
Here's the ... dam ... thing:
Behind that ... dam ... thing ... is where the river goes in:
And there went another ten years off my life. It doesn't look it, but I was up really, really high to get that pic, and there wasn't any, like, barricade or anything. Scary! The things I do for this blog. Sheesh.
Here's the reservoir on the other side of the dam:
There were sailboats out that day; it was really pretty. And yes, I WAS ON TOP OF THE DAM. You're welcome.
And look! I could see the fair from the top of the dam!:
Can you spot the ferris wheel?
So, yeah, that was my big exciting week. A whole lot of nada, and it felt great.
Monday, July 21, 2014
I'm taking a few days off from work to get my equilibrium back. Taking a few days to unwind. Taking some time away from the internet. Taking a few days to catch up on some sleeeeeeep. I was about to lose it with the kitten load, especially since one of them came down with ringworm over the weekend, so the rescue shuffled stuff around and now I've gone from ten cats in the foster room to four. I knew that if I didn't get a break now, I was going to burn out of the whole thing, and I didn't want to do that. (Don't worry; the extra cats went to the home of the rescue founder, where they are fine.)
I spent the afternoon in the backyard sitting in the kiddie pool with a beer in my hand, and I see no reason to do anything differently for the next few days. Might go buy a National Enquirer for my trash reading pleasure; might not.
See you in a few days!
Friday, July 18, 2014
Tomorrow we are doing an adoption event at a produce stand out in the middle of nowhere. You know that joke about a b-list celebrity who'll show up at an opening of a 7-11? Yeah, that's us. Next thing you know, we'll be sending little kids to stand outside of Walmart with boxes of kittens. Desperate times, folks. Desperate measures are indicated. These kittens aren't getting any younger, you know.
So, we had an adoption event last Saturday, and one of the assistant managers of the store where the event was held has a crush on one of our volunteers, which we all thought was kind of cute until the months went by and it became evident that even though the assistant manager was aware that the volunteer in question was (a) married and (b) now visibly pregnant, he was going to continue flirting with her. So now it's just skeevy, and the volunteer is not amused, and I don't blame her. But hey, she's a grown woman, both of these people are in their thirties, and it's up to her to say something, am I right? I mean, if she comes to me and asks me to speak with the dude, I certainly will, but I'm staying out of it until then. She's a strikingly attractive woman, so I'm thinking she probably gets this crap all the time and has gotten used to it.
So, then, last Saturday, things were kind of slow, and one of our other volunteers decided to go outside for a smoke break. The assistant manager, let's call him Tom, saw her grab her pack of smokes and said, "That'll ruin your looks, you know."
"What?!," the volunteer said.
"Smoking," Tom said. "It'll ruin your looks, and then you'll never get a husband."
whut whut whut
The volunteer said, "You know what? It's my looks, and I've already GOT a husband, so bug off."
and she went outside to have her smoke.
I dunno. (Full disclaimer, I used to smoke myself, and did so for thirty years.) I mean, if one of our volunteers was overweight and had been eating Cheetos, would this dude have felt free to comment on it? ("You'll never get a husband if you don't lose some weight!") Is it ever appropriate to comment on someone else's behavior, unless they're, like, a loved one? Or about to commit a crime or something?
So I used to like this dude, and he even adopted a cat from us and may be adopting another one, but really? And what's funny is, this guy is young-ish and good looking and fairly articulate, and I used to wonder why he wasn't in a relationship with someone.
I guess now I know. Geez Louise.
Thursday, July 17, 2014
My garden has been horribly neglected this year. Luckily, over the years I've kept adding perennials, so by now I don't have to buy any annuals as "filler", and things are carrying on just fine without me. Well, I DO need to do some massive weeding, which hopefully will happen soon.
Summertime. The best time of the year.
Tuesday, July 15, 2014
I just managed to get our rescue into another local store for adoption events, and now I feel like a total bad*ss. Kind of makes up for that whole "yelling at a little kid" thing. Sorta.
But! While I was on my lunch break I was perusing the internet, as one does, and I checked out GOMI, one of my favorite sites (see again: am horrible person), and came across this gem of a trainwreck:
Forum Hall of Fame: Beverly and the Haunting of GOMI Manor
Dudes, it's priceless. Make sure you check out the actual forum itself as well. I'm only, like, sixty pages in, and it just keeps getting better and better.
Oh! And while I was scanning through the forum posts, I came across a link to this, which creeped me right the f*ck out:
My dead girlfriend keeps messaging me on facebook
Warning: You may never sleep again after checking out that link. I'm not even kidding.
Happy reading, and you're welcome.
yeah, I'm winning all kinds of humanitarian awards over here this week.
Last night, I got home from work, and I had tons of crap to get done before I could even think about relaxing. So I changed into my civvies, fed the cats, and got some pasta boiling for pasta salad. I figured I could vacuum the foster room while the pasta boiled, then make the salad, then move the kiddie pool before it killed all the grass underneath it, and yada yada yada.
So I'm vacuuming the foster room, turning off the vacuum every few minutes to listen for the buzzer on the pasta. And then I turn off the vacuum and I hear someone pounding - POUNDING - on the front door.
"Rocky! ROCKY! HEY! Where ARE you? ROCKKKKKKYYYYYY!" pound pound pound pound.
What. the. f*ck.
I go out into the living room to see the neighbor girl at the door, the one who used to come over and play with the kittens all the time until I told her that if she was going to come over every day, she was going to have to start helping scoop litterboxes, and then I didn't see her anymore.
Well. There she was, pounding and yelling and peering through the screen door. "Open up! OPEN UP!"
"YOU KNOW WHAT?!," I yelled. "THAT'S REALLY RUDE! What is your PROBlem? I can't always answer the door INSTANTLY!"
"uh ... uh ... uh," she muttered. "I ... I thought you were hurt! And that's why you weren't coming to the door!"
but, I mean, really?
"Look," I said. "I'm sorry I yelled. I was vacuuming - didn't you hear the vacuum cleaner? THAT's why I didn't come to the door. I can't always come to the door right away, especially if I don't hear you. Now, I'm really busy, and you're going to have to wait a minute until I finish vacuuming to visit with the kittens."
"Oh ... okay," she said, and sat down on the front steps. She came in after I finished vacuuming, and I apologized again for yelling, but she only stayed a few minutes and then left, and frankly I was glad, because see again NINE MILLION THINGS TO DO, but then I felt bad for feeling glad, and then I was all, like, "well, she's going into seventh grade, so it's not like I yelled at a damn TODDLER or something," so, yeah, Justification City, but still, DON'T POUND ON MY DAMN DOOR.
I need a break. Calgon, take me away, would ya?