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Twice, even!
Even though we had similar homebound days again- this time we each left in our cars but once- they were fairly full rich days and now, as the clock strikes nine, there is NFW we're making it to the Mare finale in an hour. Eleanor works tomorrow; I don't. Even so, I'm just gonna crib off myself with reruns of various Faceposts from the day:
Beginning with the latest on the squeaky toy Pepper inherited last Sunday: Pengawin squeaks no more:( The dog is well on her way to sucking all the stuffing out of the squeakytoy Ann gifted her after Ursula passed last week. But she hasn’t destroyed this blankie, her other kind gift from Ann that one of her friends handmade for The Divine Miss U. (And yes, we do ❤️)
All three cats have taken turns making it their personal throne. There were kitties in that house, too, so they must be fascinated. Here’s Bronzini taking his place:
And then, just tonight, Jack:
I've no photos of Zoey there, but I gave her this tribute a few hours ago:
This one. The love of our furbaby lives. She celebrates her 12th birthday this week. For about the past 18 months, she has fought off a cancer diagnosis, with TLC from Eleanor and plenty of spunk.
For about a month, we’ve been treating an eye infection with a medicine chest of potions, including some damn nasty drops twice a day. She was turtling in one room, but for the past week or so she’s looked better and has wanted to be out and about more...
Including out-out. Eleanor cut a deal with her: let me treat you with essential oil (the probable cause of the cancer improvement) and you can wander. She never goes far or stays out long. In fact, I’ve written this entire post with her either lounging on the stoop in the sunshine or grazing about five feet away.
She’ll come in soon. Because she loves us as much as we love her. Plus, you know, dinner time;)
Happy almost birthday, Zoey ❤️
(And yes, she did come in; she's sitting in front of my keyboard right now, purring up a storm even though we gave her the evening eyedrops barely ten minutes ago:)
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Our Sunday morning dog group is on hiatus until the others decide on whether they're puppying again, so we rattled round the house mostly until I went off into retail heaven for the afternoon. Here's that report:
On the left: Eleanor's wanted her own portable battery charger for her phone; she got me one a couple of years ago that never worked, but I found a replacement that's quite nice on a clearance rack at Wegmans for about five bucks. I had some Best Buy rewards, so I checked their inventory; nothing under 100 bucks, and that unit practically floated in midair while it charged your mobile. On the other hand, if you need a pickup for your 84 K-car to play music from your phone through your ancient cassette deck? Best Buy’s got ya covered;) (I used the rewards on printer ink, because you ALWAYS need printer ink:P)
On the right, from the ensuing trip to Tarjay: They know. Jack Eichel is the player the Sabres got in the 2015 draft after tanking the season to get the highest possible pick, and he's endured six seasons of as bad if not worse losing ever since. It's widely rumored he has asked for a trade, and the team has only until next summer to do so without him having a veto over where he can be sent. So the clearance sticker on the jersey is yet another confirmation that the Curse of the Tank may finally be broken, hopefully for something more than just a bag of pucks in return.
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That wasn't my purchase in the bullseye store: this was.
Not the most traditional Memorial Day tableau, but we’re not exactly conformists around here:
We semi-retired our bird feeder last summer after the leavings below started attracting too many little woodland creatures 🐀 But Eleanor, and the kitties, missed the entertainment out there so we put it back up late last week.
How to keep the tossed seed under control? A tarp? A specialized “birdseed catcher” you can get from Wayfair for three times as much? (Spoiler alert: it’s a tarp.) Then, my beloved settled on it: a kiddy pool.
Ten bucks at Tarjay, much easier to move and clean.
It’s planted. The seeds, not so much.
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After all that retail therapy- for me, retail I need therapy from- we got ready for dinner. Eleanor put on Paul Simon's Graceland album; when she asked if I remembered where we'd purchased it originally, I was already remembering: "From Loony Lonnie!"
It was in Stoke, the northernmost end of our honeymoon journey from London to The North of England back in the fall of 1987. We'd gone off the programme, missed breakfast at the fancy hotel and had to get it from a hole in the wall ironically named "The Grand," where Ian the proprietor had to wash up the previous customer's dishes to serve you yours. Then we discovered Lonnie's record shop, where this then-recent amazement from Paul was waiting. Somewhere in this house, I thought, we still have the cassette with the £ sticker on it.
I wondered what had become of Lonnie. Turns out he's way more famous than we ever knew. Only in this BBC piece from many years after our visit, he's known as Legendary Lonnie. He also once stood for the Stoke MP seat running on the Raving Monster Loony Party!
And that record shop had more famed visitors than us....
The album was streaming from Eleanor's computer, but she eventually brought out the CD of it, and that solved the mystery of the missing cassette:
At some point, I lost the box with the sterling sticker, but we kept the sleeve. I must’ve copied the CD from the library and then tossed the cassette, but we still have this to remember Lonnie by. And look at the code below the WB logo; it's got proper UK provenance!
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So that was our Day to Remember. Tomorrow, we'll have another more official one.
Even though we had similar homebound days again- this time we each left in our cars but once- they were fairly full rich days and now, as the clock strikes nine, there is NFW we're making it to the Mare finale in an hour. Eleanor works tomorrow; I don't. Even so, I'm just gonna crib off myself with reruns of various Faceposts from the day:
Beginning with the latest on the squeaky toy Pepper inherited last Sunday: Pengawin squeaks no more:( The dog is well on her way to sucking all the stuffing out of the squeakytoy Ann gifted her after Ursula passed last week. But she hasn’t destroyed this blankie, her other kind gift from Ann that one of her friends handmade for The Divine Miss U. (And yes, we do ❤️)
All three cats have taken turns making it their personal throne. There were kitties in that house, too, so they must be fascinated. Here’s Bronzini taking his place:
And then, just tonight, Jack:
I've no photos of Zoey there, but I gave her this tribute a few hours ago:
This one. The love of our furbaby lives. She celebrates her 12th birthday this week. For about the past 18 months, she has fought off a cancer diagnosis, with TLC from Eleanor and plenty of spunk.
For about a month, we’ve been treating an eye infection with a medicine chest of potions, including some damn nasty drops twice a day. She was turtling in one room, but for the past week or so she’s looked better and has wanted to be out and about more...
Including out-out. Eleanor cut a deal with her: let me treat you with essential oil (the probable cause of the cancer improvement) and you can wander. She never goes far or stays out long. In fact, I’ve written this entire post with her either lounging on the stoop in the sunshine or grazing about five feet away.
She’ll come in soon. Because she loves us as much as we love her. Plus, you know, dinner time;)
Happy almost birthday, Zoey ❤️
(And yes, she did come in; she's sitting in front of my keyboard right now, purring up a storm even though we gave her the evening eyedrops barely ten minutes ago:)
----
Our Sunday morning dog group is on hiatus until the others decide on whether they're puppying again, so we rattled round the house mostly until I went off into retail heaven for the afternoon. Here's that report:
On the left: Eleanor's wanted her own portable battery charger for her phone; she got me one a couple of years ago that never worked, but I found a replacement that's quite nice on a clearance rack at Wegmans for about five bucks. I had some Best Buy rewards, so I checked their inventory; nothing under 100 bucks, and that unit practically floated in midair while it charged your mobile. On the other hand, if you need a pickup for your 84 K-car to play music from your phone through your ancient cassette deck? Best Buy’s got ya covered;) (I used the rewards on printer ink, because you ALWAYS need printer ink:P)
On the right, from the ensuing trip to Tarjay: They know. Jack Eichel is the player the Sabres got in the 2015 draft after tanking the season to get the highest possible pick, and he's endured six seasons of as bad if not worse losing ever since. It's widely rumored he has asked for a trade, and the team has only until next summer to do so without him having a veto over where he can be sent. So the clearance sticker on the jersey is yet another confirmation that the Curse of the Tank may finally be broken, hopefully for something more than just a bag of pucks in return.
----
That wasn't my purchase in the bullseye store: this was.
Not the most traditional Memorial Day tableau, but we’re not exactly conformists around here:
We semi-retired our bird feeder last summer after the leavings below started attracting too many little woodland creatures 🐀 But Eleanor, and the kitties, missed the entertainment out there so we put it back up late last week.
How to keep the tossed seed under control? A tarp? A specialized “birdseed catcher” you can get from Wayfair for three times as much? (Spoiler alert: it’s a tarp.) Then, my beloved settled on it: a kiddy pool.
Ten bucks at Tarjay, much easier to move and clean.
It’s planted. The seeds, not so much.
----
After all that retail therapy- for me, retail I need therapy from- we got ready for dinner. Eleanor put on Paul Simon's Graceland album; when she asked if I remembered where we'd purchased it originally, I was already remembering: "From Loony Lonnie!"
It was in Stoke, the northernmost end of our honeymoon journey from London to The North of England back in the fall of 1987. We'd gone off the programme, missed breakfast at the fancy hotel and had to get it from a hole in the wall ironically named "The Grand," where Ian the proprietor had to wash up the previous customer's dishes to serve you yours. Then we discovered Lonnie's record shop, where this then-recent amazement from Paul was waiting. Somewhere in this house, I thought, we still have the cassette with the £ sticker on it.
I wondered what had become of Lonnie. Turns out he's way more famous than we ever knew. Only in this BBC piece from many years after our visit, he's known as Legendary Lonnie. He also once stood for the Stoke MP seat running on the Raving Monster Loony Party!
And that record shop had more famed visitors than us....
The album was streaming from Eleanor's computer, but she eventually brought out the CD of it, and that solved the mystery of the missing cassette:
At some point, I lost the box with the sterling sticker, but we kept the sleeve. I must’ve copied the CD from the library and then tossed the cassette, but we still have this to remember Lonnie by. And look at the code below the WB logo; it's got proper UK provenance!
----
So that was our Day to Remember. Tomorrow, we'll have another more official one.