Drat it, Dee

How dare you up and die without any prior notice to anyone? Okay, without prior notice to everyone, then. You were such a private person that, even if you were ill, you wouldn’t have said anything.

I hope you weren’t ill and that waking up dead was as much a surprise to you as to anyone. If that’s the case, good on ya–it’s the way to go. And even if it wasn’t that way, I can’t grudge you for getting out. You’d done your time.

Doesn’t make it any happier for those of us who are left, though.

In the next few days, I’ll be pulling down and copying your recipes that I use frequently. Other than the One Hour Yeast Rolls (and I can’t figure out how to do a link right now), I never copied your recipes because it was more fun to read the archives that went with them.

So, that’s it. Godspeed. I’m going to miss you.

Fie on elegance. If you want Dee Churchill’s one hour yeast rolls, got to the URL below and scroll to the bottom:

http://cbg-dee.blogspot.com/2007/11/talking-turkey-and-teachers.html

Act your age

When I was growing up, one of the popular adult expressions was, “Act your age instead of your shoe size.”

My feet got big early on. Saying, “But they’re both nine. What do you want me to be?” didn’t go over very well.

How cold?

Tonight, I got cold enough that I ate jalapeño peanuts for the express purpose of triggering a hot flash, just so I could get warm.

Only Dennis

could come home with a flea toward the end of the longest cold spell we’ve had in three years. Bugs just love him. I’m really grateful for the combination drops that dispense with any and all of the various pests which might like to inhabit a cat. I just didn’t expect to have to use them in January.

I really should give this up

Either I can’t think of anything to say or I don’t have time or inclination to say it. I’ve never bothered trying to upload pictures here. In fact, I’ve rather let the photography thing lapse, mostly because I’m too lazy to learn how to use the Photoshop Lite program I have.

Eh, I can always kill it later. For the time being, it can just sit here.

Somebody Cut a Fiber

Somebody cut a fiber (I presume that to mean fiber optic cable) somewhere between Dallas, Texas and Kansas City, Kansas/Missouri today. It resulted in a five hour DSL outage from Little Rock, Arkansas to at least as far east as Mebane, North Carolina. It made for an interesting workday.

Well, drat

Night before last, I wrote a new entry. It wasn’t much, but it covered the highlights of the year to date, the most significant of which was Wesley cat’s passing on June 8 at the age of 22 years, 9 months, 8 days and change.

I was logged in; I previewed; I published. I’d even clicked on categories.

This morning? Gone. Quite frustrating, really.

Blessed Solstice

It’s now the small hours of the morning of what will be the shortest day of the year.

The quiet time of the long dark is when I renew myself.

Solstice is the peak of my season and I will celebrate this day.

Poor Kitty

I just awakened Wesley, my 22 year old kitty, from a sound sleep in order to poke a pill down his throat.  Pill poking isn’t something he tolerates well at the best of times. Being awakened from a sound sleep is not the best of times.

Wesley does not accept the notion that it’s these very pills which are helping him feel well enough to try to shred my hand.  The fight he put up, however, tells me the pills are working.

Tomorrow I’m going back to making “kitty burrito” with a towel before I dose him.

Definition

Codependency:  A horse put together by a committee from two different sets of pieces, resulting in a camel with no legs.

Just think about the potential accumulation of camel crap.

There’s a reason I refuse to go there.