April 21 through 24

[chochiyo_sama]

Thursday, April 21

What a lovely spring day!  It motivated me to catch up with my DW entries and post them.  I also called Lerbergs and gave Ross my grocery order. 

In the evening, I watched an old movie called Berkley Square about a man who traveled back in time to the house he lived in 120 years in the past.  The story was a little lame, but the costumes and sets were amazing.  I would love to go back in time to see one of those glorious old mansions at the height of its glory.

I made scrambled eggs with ham, cheese, and onions for supper.  It tasted good, but later, it gave me horrific acid reflux.  I ended up puking my guts out.  A very unpleasant end to such a lovely day.

 

Friday, April 22

I worked pretty hard today.  I washed a load of laundry and dried another load of laundry.  The real work was hauling all my garbage and recycling to the breezeway, clean all the old food out of the refrigerator, and cleaning all the litterboxes.  The recycling bags were not too heavy, but there were two ungodly heavy bags of garbage—one of which was all the old crusty food from the fridge.  It took all my strength to lift that one up and dump it into the bin.  I thought I might pass out.  It was SOOOOO heavy. 

We did have an unfortunate injury during this procedure.  I took out about 7 bags of garbage and recycling.  I had braced the door open while carrying the heaviest bag.  Sawyer attempted to escape to the great outdoors.  (Apparently, he heard the call of the wild and was attempting  to answer it.)  I tried to grab him but only caught his tail.  I was trying to get my hand under his belly to pull him back as I did not want to jerk him back by the tail.  Suddenly he started to scream in that horrid high pitch cat scream.  I thought he was mad that I wasn’t letting him go outside, but then I saw that the door had shut on his little paw and he was being hurt!  My poor baby. 

After I opened the door and freed him, he ran off, and I did not see him again for a few hours.  When he finally came out of hiding, I checked his foot and he was fine.  No blood, no swelling, no limp.  I think he was less affected than I was.

I had to rest for quite a while after dealing with that monolithic task.  Then I swept the breezeway and kitchen and added more litter to the litter boxes.  When Ross delivered my groceries, he also brought in my box of (mostly) cat treats from Target which had been delivered.  We chatted briefly, and when he left, I put away the groceries and opened the box from Target.  I had bought a couple bags of frosted animal cookies, a bag of crispy chocolate chip cookies, and a bottle of vitamin D3.  And, of course, a few boxes of Temptations cat treats.

I roasted the two ribeyes I bought last week with onions and mushrooms and boiled the three small ears of sweet corn I also had from last week.  I ate one of the ribeyes and two of the ears of corn.  Everything was delicious.  While those things were cooking, I washed a sinkful of dishes and restocked the pop fridge. 

I got a message from Hope telling me she would be delighted to come and help me clean.  She said she could come either Saturday or Monday.  Since I had been receiving alerts on my cell phone all day about the strong possibility of severe and possibly tornadic storms on Saturday, I chose Monday.  She is going to come around 10 am on Monday. 

Lily stopped by to drop off my mail.  I had quite a bundle already.  I was too tired to go through it tonight, so I set it aside for tomorrow.  She chatted for a while but was very tired so did not stay long.  On her way out, she put some peanuts out for the squirrels who appreciated that very much.

In the evening, I watched a movie called Roughshod about a man and his young brother moving a string of horses across a mountain range to get them to his ranch.  They are being pursued by an outlaw whom the man had shot and turned over to the law for murdering one of his friends.  The outlaw escaped from prison and swore to have vengeance on the man.  On the way, he runs into a wagon hauling four women to a dance hall they were going to work in on the other side.  One by one, the women made other choices till the last one, a blonde, was the only one left.  The man and the blonde were obviously attracted to each other but he still looked down on her as being a woman of ill repute.  The two leads were played by Robert Sterling and Gloria Grahame.  The ending was obvious, but I enjoyed it.  It was about cowboys. I like cowboys.

 

Saturday, April 23

Yesterday was so productive.  Today has been less so.  My major accomplishments consist of taking a shower, folding some laundry, sorting through my mail, preparing a few bills to pay, recycling all of the junk mail, and talking on the phone with my sister Tammy and my mother.  The most amusing part of the day has been watching my twin terrorists Sawyer and William beating the hell out of each other and tearing my house apart.  They are cute and funny and SO DAMN DESTRUCTIVE.

Joni and Jeff took a trip to Duluth where they surrendered the second female hunting dog that has spent 3 years caged in a tiny pen up to her knee joints in mud and shit, never getting out to run, never getting any attention or affection from her human overlords.  The first one, whom they allowed Tammy to surrender for them, had over 200 people interested in adopting her.  She got a wonderful home with a family who adores her and lets her live in the house and keeps her clean and groomed.  I wish that for the other two dogs.  They deserve some happiness in their sweet little doggy lives.

 

Sunday, April 24

I got a text from DeAnn in the wee hours of the morning asking if I would mind Zooming at 11 am instead of 10 am as she was exhausted and had not been able to sleep much.  I was fine with it as I also was tired.  I slept in till 10, then got up and did a little work, fed the cats, did my morning routine, and and did a little tidying up.

We had good Zoom.  DeAnn caught me up with her trip to the wedding in Connecticut with Jim’s family and her Easter festivities last week.  I told her that Hope was coming on Monday morning to help me pull some order and cleanliness out of chaos and despair.  She was happy for me.  DeAnn told me she had an unpleasant interaction with some asshole girl at the dog park. 

She saw what appeared to be a drug deal going down in the parking lot and said, “Do you HAVE to do that HERE?”  Probably not a wise behavior choice.  The people involved looked to be late teens or early 20s.  They started yelling at her to mind her own business and using very nasty and disrespectful language.  She put her dog in the car, and when she went around to get in the driver’s side, the girl, who looked like a scrawny crackhead, jumped out of the car, hitched up her baggy yoga pants, and came at DeAnn swinging.  Thank God she didn’t have a gun or some other weapon of convenience.  DeAnn pulled out her phone and tried to get a picture of the girl or her license plate but couldn’t do it as she was being pummeled with this crusty bitch’s fists. 

Then the girl’s mother appeared, cigarette hanging out of her mouth and dragging a dog behind her, and also moved to attack DeAnn physically, accusing her of trying to call the cops on them and screaming that she needed to mind her own business and leave her daughter alone.  The mother barreled into her, almost knocking her over.  DeAnn put up her arm to block the woman from hitting her or pushing her down, and the woman staggered backwards and howled, “I HAVE A HEART CONDITION! YOU PUSHED ME!  YOU’RE TRYING TO KILL ME!”

I told her I would have said, “I’m sure those cigarettes you’ve been chain smoking in the dog park are real good for your ‘heart condition,’ you psycho.”  Just as a side note, it is against the law to smoke in the dog park, but this woman is a frequent dog park attendee, and she is ALWAYS smoking and tossing her butts in the park. 

Thank God, DeAnn was not seriously hurt, just bruised from the scraggly girl pounding on her with her fists.  I also told her that she should probably not confront these skanks, especially if they looked like they were involved with drugs.  Many of that ilk have guns and would be happy to shoot you in the face just for the hell of it.  She said she would not be so confrontational in the future.  She was unsure whether she should report this to the cops, as she had no idea who any of them were and the pictures she hoped to get were not successful.  She didn’t want to call 911, and she could not find a non-emergency number.  The Hastings Police Department is right on her route to school, so I advised her to just stop there and tell the desk sergeant about the incident.  Then let them decide what, if anything, to do about it.  Maybe they will increase their patrol of the dog park area.  Or maybe they will just ignore it.

After zooming with DeAnn, I wrote out the checks to pay my bills and made a room by room list for Hope.  The list was of things in each room that are either difficult or impossible for me  to do.  I typed it, but could not get my printer to print it with the wifi.  I was very annoyed about that.  I ate the last of my Easter ham on hamburger buns with mayonnaise and some coleslaw.  Blazing Saddles was on TCM, so I watched it.  I remember watching that in the movie theater back in the early 1970s.  I was quite shocked by how many times the “n-word” was used in this movie as well as the very blatant sexual content.  Times have certainly changed.

Well, that’s about it for this batch of entries.  I am now exhausted and I have a few other things I need to do tonight and want to get to bed early. 

Comments

[the_godiva]

I find I have to have things like your ham and egg dinner for lunch instead of dinner. I will probably pay for the cheese enchiladas I ate tonight but they were delicious.

Yes, DeAnn shouldn't confront him. But quickly take as close a photo as she can of them. The chain smoking bitch and her druggie daughter. Then report them to the police. If they are frequent park scum shouldn't be that hard for the police to drive by and pick them up.

I guess DeAnn doesn't know how to fight back. The palm of you hard thrust straight up into that girl's nose would have put a stop to the attack. There are any number of other things you can do if you're not squeamish. I have an emergency button on my car fob that honks the horn. Likely long enough to startle some drugged up bitch long enough to get in the car and lock the doors. I also have a whistle on my car keys.

I've got Blazing Saddles saved in my TCM app. They've got some more Errol Flynn movies on there and I'm watching two tonight live. I haven't seen that many of them. Mostly the costume dramas in his early career, plus when he was Custer. He's in some contemporary one now where he's trying to do a Texas accent and very badly. I think it's supposed to be a comedy and mystery. Not sure if he is a journalist or a private detective or what.

[chochiyo_sama]

DeAnn was in the Army and later in the National Guard for several years. I told her I was shocked she didn't use her hand-to-hand combat training with the skank, but she reminded me it had been more than 20 years since her military years, and also that her main self-defense training had been with an M-16 not in hand-to-hand.

I wouldn't be surprised if the whole thing ended up on You Tube or Tik Tok. That age group always records shit like this then posts it to social media. I will keep watch for it. Just in case.

When I walked with the cane, I figured I could fight off an attacker with that. Now that I use a walker, it is less useful as a defensive tool. I always figure that as a last result, I could just fall on their chest and suffocate them into submission with my excess weight. haha.

It's remarkably hard to breathe if you have a big fat fatty crushing your rib cage. *snerk*

[the_godiva]

Actually if you sat on their chest, you could suffocate them.

I've never been attacked so I am basically farting out my rear.

When it comes to fight or flight, I usually retreat, but I'd like to think that when push comes to shove, I would be vicious.

They say the Greeks feared only two kinds of soldiers, women and homosexuals because both were the most vicious.