Musing For Today.

 

Sock Thief.

This morning the 30 YR old couldn't find his socks for work as someone (I'm not going to say who but he's small and funny and cute) stole them out of the laundry basket! HA! he also got this multi-colour custom-made leather purse from France that he'd ordered in January that finally came he insists isn't a  "purse" but a man bag but it's clearly a purse, it's small like a purse, and looks exactly like a purse, and I think is really gay and no matter what he calls it is still a purse. They also worked at this swanky LTC home the past few days that even has chandeliers, an indoor water fountain and fake indoor beach....and it costs 6K a week! Holy shit! That would be 24 K a month, and I thought my mother's place at 2K a month was expensive!!

Today child # 8 also turns 26 and my hubby said he also thinks there's an animal in the house( when I said that the 30 YR old goes, "Yeah, Beja!" ha,ha, very funny) as when he leaves his popcorn out to save for the next day  it's gone overnight so something is eating it. I just hope it's NOT a cat or a skunk, or anything that can harm Beja, and now I also wonder all those times he barks and we tell him to shut up and there's nothing there that there really WAS and he was trying to tell us there's an animal in the house, and I used to speak German to Buddy too as he was a Dachshund( a German dog) and now I speak Spanish to Beja because he's a Chihuahua(a Mexican dog).

 I know, I'm weird.

Yesterday I also saw an oriole in one of our trees and Beja was captivated staring at a bird strutting across our lawn, almost as if it were saying, I'm a bird and I can fly and you can't. I'm Birdman. I can also still remember years ago one of the boys saying a cardinal's song sounds like  beaner, beaner, beaner! and I can't unhear that and now every time I hear one I still think of that and it makes me laugh.

It's raining today again as well(ugh!) but we did get 3 days outside and the rest of the week and next week look good, and supposed to get nice and warm next week,too(maybe even up to 30C!) and yesterday was my cousin's ( the ones in Egypt) 31st anniversary although they've been together 36 YRS(meaning they must have been together since they were teens?) and I was fiddling with my iPod settings and sounds and now the volume is better and I can hear it so maybe it was accidently muted before, and one of our mulberry trees is dead as it has no leaves on it and another one is half dead as it only has leaves on the top half but the bottom half is bare and now all leaves are fully out, and I came across bile duct cancer where pain on the right side under the ribs is a common symptom so maybe that's what I have, and it's sad to realize as well that if I'm in the hospital or prison no one would visit me, and  it's been 35 YRS since I've had a Chihuahua and I missed it; I've had a Dachshund, 2 Shih Tzus and several Pugs and now I have one once again it almost makes me feel like my Old Self and my Old Life again.

Or at least partly.

Society severely neglects those it doesn't understand.-N.Diverse

 

Wordless Wednesday.

 

Pondering For The Day.

 

Chicken Fat.

Here's my little Pocket Pet Beja basking in the sun. I actually was sweating yesterday getting my tan on so I went in the house to get some cold water to splash on myself and I put it in a measuring cup(as it has a spout for easy pouring; I really should get a spray bottle) and then noticed it was oily  so someone must have used the cup for oil and not put it in the dishwasher to get washed so I couldn't pour the water on my hair but I still put it on my legs as they're dry and peeling and need oil anyway but then Beja went wild and kept licking them and then I smelled them and it smelled like chicken, so it must have been chicken fat/oil, so now I smelled like chicken! HA! He's smart as well; when I ask him "Where your guy? Go get your guy" talking about his toy he'll go get it and bring it to me and carrying him it feels like I'm carrying air he's so light and Buddy in comparison felt heavy even though he was only 12-13 pounds and I also notice Beja's skin matches his fur; it's brown skin  under the brown fur and pink skin under the white fur( so if I shaved him bald or he was hairless he'd be pink and brown) whereas Buddy's skin was grey and his fur was red.

I also like these pretty shirts I'll never buy because it's probably either a scam site or the item is actually a cheap piece of crap, and whenever the 30 YR old shows up after being away for days I have 2 loads of laundry at once  instead of the usual one with all his dirty laundry he saves up and brings for me( thanks for that,BTW) and they said on the morning news that yesterday there was a rupture in a gas line from construction( ooops!) and an entire neighbourhood in town was evacuated(I wonder where they all went?) for 6 hours and now with the tariffs a can of soup which used to be 1.50$ now costs 4.50$ and my iPod must be dying now as with sound on max volume I can still hardly hear it but it's ok when I put it onto the wifi speaker

Yesterday Beja also kept licking and scratching at my left boob so either there must have been a food stain on there he was working at or maybe he was even trying to alert me I have  breast cancer or a heart attack is coming, and I'm pretty sure we have an animal in the house as well( not just Beja) as last night I re-filled his bowl of kibble (I leave for him to snack on) and this morning most of it was gone and he never ate any last night so something did, and King Charles here I think was a way to let the Americans know that the UK and the British monarchy has our back and that we're like their little brother, and  I understand why Buddy died as he was old and it was his Time( and maybe he was actually in more pain than he let on and than I realized) but what I don't understand is why I didn't die with him; why we didn't die together and why I'm still left behind and left here to suffer.

That's the hard part.

I was steeped in nerd culture.-Philip

 

Wednesday Words.

I look forward to it.

I'll be back.

I wouldn't have it any other way.

That's the hardest truth for me, that no one will be there for you when you get sick. The people who would have are dead, and the others don't want to be bothered by you.-Donna Crawford

My socks still fit.

She was born, raised, and died, as legend has it ,by her own hand.

You were my life, my everything.

Something a therapist once said: "You're not healing to be able to handle trauma, pain, anxiety, depression. You're used to those. You're healing to be able to handle joy and to accept happiness back into your life."-Papa Wolf und Krampus und Bleaken