Saturday, June 12, 2010

Sweat and Tears

I can't tell the difference from the sweat and the tears in this humid heat as I dig Icy's grave next to her Daddy Dusty.

Friday, April 9, 2010

Parent Cats to-be

My wife has taken a turn for the worse and can't even walk and can barely use her hands, so I have feed her, carry her, change her diapers and bed linens which I toss out in the yard and let it rain on them and air them out. Icy is also bad and I have to carry her down the step to go outside. The cat in the lower right moved in with us and is about to have kittens any day now by the other cat by the red recycle bin. I read blogs when I have time, but don't feel like commenting for now. I don't like to make these depressing posts, but maybe the cat will have kittens on Icy's birthday which is April 11 when she turns 17.

Wednesday, March 10, 2010


Last month, my wife, Red, turned 72. Finally the temperature got up to 68 F or 20 C and she could get outside after being stuck in the house all winter.

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Icy and Her Friend

The newest member of our household, the black cat, is in heat.

Thursday, January 14, 2010

She Adopted Us

This is a young cat that has adopted us. We don't know where it came from, nor how it gets in the house. Maybe there is a hole in the basement it come and goes through. It is extremely friendly and lovable, unlike the other cats that hang around the house. It likes to go upstairs and stay in empty bedroom. Maybe it's going to have kittens.

Sunday, January 10, 2010

Wind at 0 mph

It said the wind was from the North at 0 mph, but if it travels at no speed, then it isn't traveling at all, and thus it isn't wind; I mean, wind that ain't blowing is like us that ain't living.

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Santa's Dance

Have a safe Holiday Season.

Saturday, December 12, 2009

Song for Doug's Blog

On his blog, Waking Ambrose, Doug mentioned that there should be music for his blog, so we composed this song for him. There's also a couple bars of him singing.

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

I'm Getting Out of Here in my Pink Rocketship!

I got called for jury duty, but they called me today and excused me.

My wife, Red, spends most of her time sleeping, and I help her to her chair where she watches TV, but she has a lot of trouble working the remote control, so I have to change the channels for her.

Icy is about as bad: she can barely walk from one room to another and has to stop and rest after about three or four steps. I have to lift her down the one step to go outside or if she tries by herself she falls flat on her face. She poops and pees on the carpet in the living room and I have to keep a portable shampooer handy. We will need a new carpet anyway after she is gone, the carpet is about 25 years old.I think Icy will be 16.

I downloaded the free Kindle software for Windows PC's which is sort of like pdf's but I like it a lot better and you can bookmark the sentence you are on so the next time it is turned on, there it is. I can make the print big on my 25 inch monitor so I can see it. I can't read books, the lines blur and jump all over the place.

I also like to make virtual models and create videos and now have a music maker that lets me compose sound or music or noise in sync with the video. It's sort of like a jig-saw puzzle, you know, where you have hundreds of small pieces and have to fit them together to make a picture. Well, they have hundreds of small pieces of recorded music, mostly about two bars each and you can take them and try to make your remix sound like the original song they came from, or you can just take bars of various instruments and create your own little tune or background music.

I filled up dozens of half-gallon cleaned-out milk containers with water because it is getting cold this week and our water freezes when it gets down to 15 F. The pipe is in such a tight awkward place, I can't get to it to insulate it unless I pull up the floor boards.

I have to wash clothes in the bathtub because the washer went out, but usually I just throw Red's pants away and go to a used clothing store because she poops all over herself and it gets gross and disgusting. She will be 72 in Feb.

A black kitten came in the house and has adopted us. I think it belongs to the people next door. It is solid black and really friendly. Someone handled it a lot. There are about three others that come in the yard, but they won't come near me. This one won't stay out of my lap and I almost trip over it because it follows me right at my feet.