Maze & Me

I’m sitting at my laptop working on a small project that I put on the back burner months ago.  It was at this point that Maze started meowing at me.  “Daddy, pay attention to me . . .  Come on, I wanna cuddle . . .”  She was bound and determined to get my attention.

My big problem???

I break down too quickly.  I have a big project where I actually have a deadline, and Maze decides the she wants to cuddle and snuggle.  The project pretty much goes on the back burner.  That was pretty much the reason that the project I was working on at the time ended up on the back burner.

She jumped up on my lap, flipped herself over belly up, and she dropped off right there.  I leaned back on the couch, and I figured that I’d let her lay there for a while.  Of course, as soon as I started to move, Maze jumped and took off.  She ran off for about 5 minutes in which she mercilessly tortured her brother.  After that, she came right back, jumped up in my lap, and went right back to sleep.

Yep, I’m pretty darn sure that Rocky and Maze are doing a good job of training me.

 

 

When Misty was just a kitten, she would climb up in my lap, flip herself over belly up, and go to sleep for as long as I would sit there.  Misty didn’t spook if I laid down or leaned back.  Maze does pretty much the same thing.

March 9th was the one year anniversary of Johnny crossing over.  I miss the little bugger a lot at times.

Getting By In Virginia, MN

Thursday afternoon in Virginia, MN.  I’d say that it looks a lot like a Sunday, but a regular Sunday is usually far more active than this.  Most of the bars closed, however there are a couple that open up for a few hours, close, and then open up for a few hours in the evening.

So far, Minnesota seems to be fairing up well against the virus.

We are getting the figures right from the Minnesota Health Department website since the local media is publishing nothing about the COVID-19.  I also called the local paper and asked about the 5G installation in the area.  They told me that they couldn’t talk about it.  I got the same answer from 3 other newspapers that I called.  Even my good friends who work at those papers wouldn’t talk to me about 5G.

The more than I see online about COVID-19, the more I’m starting to question the whole thing.  Dr. Debra Birx who is working directly with President Trump openly admitted that the records are being fudged.  If a person has an underlying health problem, and they die from the cause, their death is still being recorded as a COVID-19 death.  Just like all of this climate change crap, they feel that they have to lie to us about what’s really happening.

We are being told that this virus is lethal, however I don’t believe that it is.  The most current story is that it’s not the virus that is killing people, it’s the 5G radiation.  The 5mm microwaves from the 5G are weakening our immune systems.  They know that this is happening, and they are still withholding the truth.

If it’s not one thing, it’s another . . .

This week has been absolutely horrendous! I was worried sick about Johnny, and anything and everything that could have possibly gone wrong did. Sometime I think I have that little Murphy guy riding around in my back pocket.

I told you that my main laptop decided to take a powder on me. This means I have to switch everything over to my NextBook which is one of those NetBooks that just wants to be a real laptop. It’s only 32-bit and it only has a 64 GB hard drive in it. Most of my design software won’t even install on it. Either it’s too big or it’s 64-bit.

Before I retired it, I managed to pull everything off of it and onto a 6 terabyte hard drive that I have for backup. Great!!! I didn’t lose my pictures or my music. This morning I thought to put my photos and some of my music on this laptop. This one only has a 64 GB hard drive.

I plugged in that back up hard drive. After about 2 minutes, nothing happened. I unplugged the drive and plugged it back in. Nothing happening. I tried one more time. This time the drive connected. If nothing else I was going to get my pictures off and to heck with the music for right now.

I started copying the pictures. About 30 seconds into the copy, the hard drive disconnected and I got a message that the computer didn’t recognize the device. After a few seconds it connected again on it’s own, but it disconnected every few seconds. Not enough to copy the pictures.

  • I lost all of my pictures.
  • I lost all of my music.
  • I lost all of the custom graphics that I had for different websites.
  • I lost two programs that I had purchased over a year ago that I depend on for most of my graphics.  I can’t find the receipt or anything else to recover it from the legal server.  Of course, it was on the backup drive.

I took the drive over to a friend who hooked it up to his computer. Same thing happened there too. I’ve had this drive for less than a year, and it’s hardly been used, and it’s failing already.

Planned Obsolescence?

Go figure…

I had to let go of Tiger

Everything looked promising.  Tiger and Johnny were actually starting to get along.  I could tell that the anxiety that she was feeling about being in a new home was starting to pass.  I thought that Johnny finally had his playmate.

This morning I got a bit of a surprise.  I found out that Tiger didn’t belong to the guy that gave her to me.  The guy who gave her to me had a roommate who is going to be spending a great deal of time in jail.  She was supposed to go to his parents.  They have 3 cats and 2 small dogs, so at least she won’t be lonely, and she’ll have the other cats to play with.

I guess it’s just Johnny and me from now on…

Too Damned Cold!

It’s 9:10 PM and I’m in for the night.  I’m thrilled to death that I don’t have to go out for anything else.  About 2 hours ago I had to go and get cat for and a few other items.  It’s about 2 blocks to the grocery store, and at the time it was about 9 degree below zero.  I had 5 bags of groceries which I carried the entire distance.  By the time I got home, my hands were so cold I could just barely work the key in the front door lock.  It is now about 12 degrees below zero and I’m not going outside even if the building is on fire.

I have a neighbor just down the street who came over this afternoon.  He’s got 3 pairs of socks on in a pair of Sorrell Packs boots, a stocking cap that was under one of those fur hats with the big ear flaps, and he was wrapped in a blanket because he didn’t have a coat or gloves.  I gave him a coat that I had that was too small for me.  It as just his size.  I also threw in an extra pair of gloves that I had.  He’s helped me out time and time again, so I figured I could help him out.

It’s been a very long day.  I got woke up at 3:00 AM by another neighbor.  He has a pick up with tires that are so bald he can’t even get out of 2 inches of snow.  I’ve had mornings where I wanted to stick my head out the window and scream.  Around 1:00 PM, this guy came over and made his way around all of the apartments.  He says that he’s trying to raise enough money to buy a new set of tires.  Like that’s really going to happen.  This guy has about $10,000 worth of gold chains hanging around his neck.  I suggested that he might need to sell a chain or two, but that’s totally out of the question.  I can pretty well guarantee that whatever money he collected here today went to buying meth.  For that reason I told him that I wasn’t going to kick in to his fund.  I also told him that if he is out there at 3:00 AM tomorrow reving his engine and spinning his tires to get out of the snow, I’m calling the police.  This happens nearly every morning.

This evening, just as I was getting home from the grocery, he stopped me to tell me that he had 4 used tires that were in nearly perfect shape.  A guy who lives about a block away runs a auto shop out of his garage.  His house faces this street, so the noise from my neighbor in the morning has been waking him up too.  Now he needs to find somebody to put them on for him because this guy isn’t smart enough to know which end of the lug wrench to use.

I’m not going to try to help him.  I’ll let him figure it out for himself.

Johnny and Tiger are finally starting to get closer.  Usually when I wake up, I have Johnny tucked right up against me.  This morning he wasn’t there.  I looked over and saw that he and Tiger were curled up together in the recliner.  I think this is going to work out with the two of them.  It’s going to mean a lot more cleaning for me.  Tiger got into my box of cigarette tubes and scattered them all over the dining room floor.  Then she proceeded to shred them all over.  I also went into the bathroom to find little grey paw prints all over the toilet and the edge of the bathtub.  She doesn’t kick her feet off when she comes out of the litter box like Johnny does.  I’m definitely going to have to have a talk with her about that.

Well, I see that the kids are both kicked out in the living room.  I think they have a pretty good idea.

Night all…

Sunday Morning Is a Battlefield!

There are few places in the apartment that I deny the cats access to.  They are not allowed on the TV cabinet because if they have any loose fur, it is magnetized to the screen.  It’s a major pain to clean off.  I also don’t allow them up on the mantel over my fake fireplace.  I have too many fragile things displayed up there, and Tiger has already shown a propensity for pushing things off.

The one place that I never allow them, and I usually scream when I catch them there is up on the kitchen cabinets.  In my last apartment, Misty loved to get up by the kitchen sink and drink directly out of the faucet.  One day I turned to get something out of the cupboard, and I turned back just in time to catch Misty ready to jump.  I reached out and thank God I caught her because she would have landed right on the red hot stove burner.  I also tied the closet doors in the dining room shut because of the fact that I locked Johnny in that closet twice when he sneaked in while I wasn’t looking.

Tiger gets into everywhere and everything!

She likes pens and anything that is small, shiny, and portable.  So far she has gone after my wrist watch, my diamond ring, and my glasses.  Tiger found out that she could open the cabinet where I keep all of the canned goods.  Oh what a joy that was.  She knocked cans off of the rotating shelves which I had to retrieve from the back of the cabinet.  I’m glad that Johnny has grown out of this.  He made some pretty good messes in his rowdy days.

Johnny is still having trouble with his left hind leg.  Instead of walking down on the pad of his foot, he is walking way up on the back of his leg.  I quit giving him the medicine that the vet gave me.  I hated seeing Johnny flop around on the floor when he had it.  The CBD extract that I’m giving him works fine.  About a half hour or so after I give it to him, Johnny is bouncing all over the place like a kitten.  All the vet’s medicine really did was get Johnny stoned out of his mind.

This morning I’ve had to run interference for Johnny.  Tiger wants to play, but Johnny just doesn’t seem to have the energy to play as hard as she wants to.  Misty and Johnny were never rough and tumble cats.  Tiger just wants to go crazy, and Johnny just isn’t having any of that.  He spends most of his time sleeping next to me on the couch while I work on various projects.

I still think Tiger is going to work out here.  I’m sure she’ll slow down enough for Johnny when she gets used to being in her new home.  I’m keeping my fingers crossed…

If I Were The Devil

If I Were The Devil (Paul Harvey’s 1965 Warning To America Comes True)

This is a speech that was originally broadcast on April 3, 1965 by legendary ABC Radio news commentator Paul Harvey. It could be taken as a prediction of the very state that the United Stated of America is in today. It portraits the devil telling us how he would take over America. Listen and hear how much it resembles the times we are living in today.

Paul Harvey (September 4, 1918 – February 28, 2009) was an American radio broadcaster for the ABC Radio Networks. From 1952 through 2008, his programs reached as many as 24 million people a week.

Santa Meets A Soldier

Twas the night before Christmas,
He live all alone,
In a one bedroom house,
Made of plaster and stone.

I had come down the chimney,
With presents to give,
And to see just who,
In this home, did live.

I looked all about,
A strange sight I did see,
No tinsel, no presents,
Not even a tree.

No stockings by mantle,
Just boots filled with sand,
On the wall hung pictures,
Of far distance lands.

With medals and badges,
Awards of all kinds,
A sober thought,
Came through my mind.

For this house was different,
It was dark and dreary,
I found the home of a soldier,
Once I could see clearly.

The soldier lay sleeping,
Silent, alone,
Curled up on the floor,
In this one bedroom home.

The face was so gentle,
the room in Disorder,
Not how I pictured,
A true modern soldier.

Was this the hero,
Of whom I’d Just read?
Curled up on a poncho,
The floor for a bed?

I realized the families,
That I saw this night,
Owed their lives to these solders,
Who were willing to fight.

Soon round the world,
The children would play,
And grown ups would celebrate,
A bright Christmas day.

They all enjoyed freedom,
Each month of the year,
Because of the soldiers,
Like the one lying here.

I couldn’t help wonder,
How many lay alone,
On a cold Christmas Eve,
In a land far from home.

The very thought brought,
a tear to my eye,
I dropped to my knees,
and started to cry.

the soldier awakened,
And I heard a rough voice,
“Santa don’t cry,
This life is my choice.

I fight for freedom,
I don’t ask for more,
My life is my GOD,
My country, my corpse…”

The soldier rolled over,
And drifted to sleep,
I couldn’t controll it,
I continued to weep.

I kept watch for hours,
So silent and still,
And we both shivered,
From the cold night’s chill.

I did not want to leave,
On that cold, dark, night,
This guardian of honor,
So willing to fight.

Then the soldier rolled over,
With a voice soft and pure,
Whispered “Carry on Santa,
It’s Christmas day, all is secure.”

One look at my watch,
And I knew he was right,
“Merry Christmas my friend,
And to all a good night.”

This poem was written by a Peacekeeping soldier stationed overseas. The following is his request. I think it is reasonable

PLEASE. Would you do me the kind favour of sending this to as many people as you can? Christmas will be coming soon and some credit is due to all of the service men and women for our being able to celebrate these festivities. Let’s try in this small way to pay a tiny bit of what we owe. Make people stop and think of our heroes, living and dead, who sacrificed themselves for us.

Please, do your small part to plant this small seed.

Someone sent me this and I just caught it before it was lost in my spam filter.