The political atmosphere me watching more puppy videos. It’s cheaper than therapy and less dangerous than drugs and alcohol. Keep those videos coming! (There aren’t as many cat videos!)
Somehow we got another cat. Number 4. I have no idea how that happened but am pleased to say it was the beloved husband’s idea. (This was the result of many years of brainwashing!) Gracie is another one-eyed cat that would find it harder to get adopted.
I expected gratefulness on her part. (No, I’m not generally delusional.) She came in, took over and forced our pocketbook to fly open for lots of vet bills. Bless her.
She’s a small cat so we thought she was young (like a year old). Along comes Christmas and she has no interest in the tree. That puts her over 2. She’s also had extensive dental work. That puts her closer to 6. It’s not important. What is important is that she gets along with the other three. Cat turmoil is not one of my favorite things.
I have a deaf side! I went to a new ear doc. (Us old-timers have special docs for each body part.) Primary docs act as a traffic cop pointing us (and our pocketbooks) elsewhere.
Back to my deaf side. My right ear is compensating (somewhat) for my left ear. As long as that happens I can hold off on aids. There is good news here. I now know to keep the boring people (and political hacks) on the left. All I do is bob my head. No need to listen to their swill.
We had mousegeddon this year. If it wasn’t for Morgan (our mouser cat) we may not know it yet. It took a while to find the solution. Morgan was then furloughed. She no longer sleeps on the basement steps waiting to pounce. She was talking about unionizing for better wages so we resorted to mechanical solutions.
My mouse rehoming skills improved. I could corner and catch at mouse in less than two minutes. Then I put them in our neighbor’s yard (just kidding…maybe).
The entire summer was spent on a computer purchase. There were three purchases with two returns before I settled on something. I know more than I want to about buying computers.
Speaking of computers, Morgan learned how to turn Cortana on. They have conversations without me. It’s scary. I hope you can’t buy anything through her. There is that Nigerian prince trying to get a friend to send money.
I parted with the last piece of my Mom’s furniture. So sad. I still long to stick my nose in a drawer and smell the scent of her old perfume.
My gym membership changed. I went from an all women gym to a co-ed gym and was pleasantly surprised to find it both interesting and entertaining (with inspiration for blog posts). Men are weirder at a gym than woman. Way weirder.
Goodbye 2017 and hello 2018.