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captainsblogSunday completed a stretch of us being out and about four out of five straight nights. One café poetry reading, one dinner out, more poetry and music in a silo, and finally, we finally got to Shakespeare in the Dark on its final night of its not final season:
Much Ado. Also, much a-doodoo in the smells department. Someone was blasting some wicked incense around us, and then just as we were getting up to move away from it, up came an unexpected line from two years ago: Exeunt, pursued by a skunk.
That was it for the night. We booboo'd from the doodoo. But we did get to contribute for the year and met a nice prince of Messina from the cast who took our donation:)
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One thing I didn't get round to on Sunday was getting the inside of my car cleaned. It's been in need of it for months, mainly needing to remove the massive amount of crud on the passenger seat from 20 months of dogs sitting there after Parp! runs. I did get to the car wash that morning, but the wait for interior cleaning was interminable so I just got the outside washed; I tried a different one that afternoon and it was even more interminable so I bailed again. Finally got it done at a third location during the day yesterday after being spared an hour in court after I was already en route to Rochester to appear there. (I had other appointments I'd made later in the day based on that, so it wasn't a total waste.)
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Speaking of dogs: Pepper has been a bit of a pill this week. Monday, she refused to even come inside, much less go into her crate, so Eleanor left her in the yard. I'd forgotten about a court appearance I had (which fortunately was here), so I had to go home and put on my Amazing Lawyer Man suit anyway, and I wrangled her in and inner. Yesterday, she was less trouble, but this morning she did it to me before I left. Yet, just to let us know who's really in charge here? At one point last night, she went into the crate on her own and plopped into her doggie bed- and then this morning, when Evil Cat Michelle started her 3-to-5-usually-fourish-AM yowling, I got up to toss her in the garage, and she walked on her own to the door and waited for me to let her out. This, of course, was after we caught her red-pawed online after coming home from one of those nights out:
What, Boris, you want all of mommy and daddy's passwords? How much you got for them?
Also, notice she's drinking our wine. That might explain the sudden acts of yowling kindness. Either that, or the Feliway. This is a product recommended by our vet and several others to get her over some of her bad behaviors. It's a plug-in dispenser that emits supposedly cat-calming pheromones; while it hasn't shut her up a lick, it has been effective at keeping her from hissy-pissing all over our kitchen and clothes. Since it affects both cats, I suspect it's even calming Zoey a little, because she's seemed to be more affectionate since we've been using it, and she was never a slouch in that department even before:)
Other odds and ends from the past week:
- I got a lovely little scare over the weekend about one of my BP medications being recalled for containing carcinogens. This came as a major annoyance because it took months to find one that would keep the numbers down without causing the Dreaded Permanent Lisinopril Cough. Fortunately, our trusty pharmacist assured me that the recall was limited to certain manufacturers of Valsartan, of which mine is not one. Still, you have to watch these guys like hawks; I'm on four different generics, and each of them has been switched to a different maker (and often to a different size, color or means of dispensing) at least once since I've been taking them. What's a little Deadly Cancer if you can save a couple of bucks?
- The political news of the past few days has been all warm and schadenfreude-y. First, Giuliani going Full Crazy Uncle on Meet the Press, then yesterday's convictions of Manafort and guilty plea from Michael Cohen. It was enough to awaken the latent poet in me, and next Wednesday, I will be debuting at the poetry reading with a spoken-word updating of the Monty Python "Philosopher's Song" to reflect Rudy's place among the pantheon and other Trumpian characters' flaws. I may also dust off one or two from my distant past, and even wrote a brand new one the other day while I was waiting in court. They'll show up here next week after their debut or non-debut. That is, if I get around to it.
Much Ado. Also, much a-doodoo in the smells department. Someone was blasting some wicked incense around us, and then just as we were getting up to move away from it, up came an unexpected line from two years ago: Exeunt, pursued by a skunk.
That was it for the night. We booboo'd from the doodoo. But we did get to contribute for the year and met a nice prince of Messina from the cast who took our donation:)
----
One thing I didn't get round to on Sunday was getting the inside of my car cleaned. It's been in need of it for months, mainly needing to remove the massive amount of crud on the passenger seat from 20 months of dogs sitting there after Parp! runs. I did get to the car wash that morning, but the wait for interior cleaning was interminable so I just got the outside washed; I tried a different one that afternoon and it was even more interminable so I bailed again. Finally got it done at a third location during the day yesterday after being spared an hour in court after I was already en route to Rochester to appear there. (I had other appointments I'd made later in the day based on that, so it wasn't a total waste.)
----
Speaking of dogs: Pepper has been a bit of a pill this week. Monday, she refused to even come inside, much less go into her crate, so Eleanor left her in the yard. I'd forgotten about a court appearance I had (which fortunately was here), so I had to go home and put on my Amazing Lawyer Man suit anyway, and I wrangled her in and inner. Yesterday, she was less trouble, but this morning she did it to me before I left. Yet, just to let us know who's really in charge here? At one point last night, she went into the crate on her own and plopped into her doggie bed- and then this morning, when Evil Cat Michelle started her 3-to-5-usually-fourish-AM yowling, I got up to toss her in the garage, and she walked on her own to the door and waited for me to let her out. This, of course, was after we caught her red-pawed online after coming home from one of those nights out:
What, Boris, you want all of mommy and daddy's passwords? How much you got for them?
Also, notice she's drinking our wine. That might explain the sudden acts of yowling kindness. Either that, or the Feliway. This is a product recommended by our vet and several others to get her over some of her bad behaviors. It's a plug-in dispenser that emits supposedly cat-calming pheromones; while it hasn't shut her up a lick, it has been effective at keeping her from hissy-pissing all over our kitchen and clothes. Since it affects both cats, I suspect it's even calming Zoey a little, because she's seemed to be more affectionate since we've been using it, and she was never a slouch in that department even before:)
Other odds and ends from the past week:
- I got a lovely little scare over the weekend about one of my BP medications being recalled for containing carcinogens. This came as a major annoyance because it took months to find one that would keep the numbers down without causing the Dreaded Permanent Lisinopril Cough. Fortunately, our trusty pharmacist assured me that the recall was limited to certain manufacturers of Valsartan, of which mine is not one. Still, you have to watch these guys like hawks; I'm on four different generics, and each of them has been switched to a different maker (and often to a different size, color or means of dispensing) at least once since I've been taking them. What's a little Deadly Cancer if you can save a couple of bucks?
- The political news of the past few days has been all warm and schadenfreude-y. First, Giuliani going Full Crazy Uncle on Meet the Press, then yesterday's convictions of Manafort and guilty plea from Michael Cohen. It was enough to awaken the latent poet in me, and next Wednesday, I will be debuting at the poetry reading with a spoken-word updating of the Monty Python "Philosopher's Song" to reflect Rudy's place among the pantheon and other Trumpian characters' flaws. I may also dust off one or two from my distant past, and even wrote a brand new one the other day while I was waiting in court. They'll show up here next week after their debut or non-debut. That is, if I get around to it.