One hell of a week | For Animal Lovers

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Think of this as the season finale on my new cat adventure. “Necessity is the mother of invention.” Quick background: I went to the local animal shelter to donate towels and came home with a one-eyed cat. She was younger than … Continue reading

A crazy end to a crazy week or more stinky ooze | For Animal Lovers

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Some weeks are crazier than others. Sometimes they disguise themselves as uneventful and you are caught by surprise. This week was one of those. I had some other things going on but I’ll save those for another post. This post … Continue reading

Have you seen my holiday spirit? I left it somewhere…..

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Groan…sniff…sigh. I’ve lost it. I have looked all over and I cannot find my holiday spirit. I have a hundred excuses but I can’t get myself excited about Christmas. The shopping is done. The beloved husband put up the tree but … Continue reading

Getting mooned! | For animal lovers

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v. mooned, moon·ing, moon To wander about or pass time languidly and aimlessly. To yearn or pine as if infatuated. Slang — to expose one’s buttocks in public as a prank or disrespectful gesture. Courtesy of thefreedictionary.com  Some people are … Continue reading

Old People Smell

Nothing strikes fear in aging baby boomers as the words “old people smell.”  You know what it is.  Maybe you smelled it in your grandparent’s home or the home of an elderly neighbor.  (For purposes of this blog, elderly always means considerably older than me.) I remember it in my old Aunt Mary’s house – musty, slightly like perspiration, old clothes,  like an attic.

It doesn’t come from being dirty. My sister-in-law’s parent’s home had it too. Maybe a contributing factor is wearing sweaters and wool clothes too long between cleanings but it’s not from not bathing.

I don’t know when it starts.  It’s probably like other house smells.  It starts so gradual that you never know you have it. With three cats, I always worry that my house smells like cats. Not enough to get rid of the cats but enough to buy candles, plug-ins, the reed thingies in the bottle – you name it, if it promises to smell good, I buy it. In our last renovation we built a room I call the “cat bathroom.”  Yep, it’s enclosed with a cat door and has an exhaust fan and it’s located in the basement.  Don’t let the basement part fool you, it is an upscale cat potty!

But I am not convinced so I ask unsuspecting visitors, “Does it smell like cats in here?” What good-natured visitor would tell me the truth? Of course I always pick visitors with pets or people like my brother who can’t smell anything.

If I wanted the truth, I would ask a child. They have a way of blurting out the most vivid truth in words that are not subtle. My grandniece Karen once told me my house stinks.  Just like that.  “Your house stinks.” Fortunately, I was considerably younger (so I wasn’t worrying about old people smell) and I happened to be frying cabbage at the time. At this point, she is too old to be that blunt or truthful so there is no point in asking her about the cats. Oh, yes, she also has cats.

Of course, maybe I really don’t want to know. Maybe it’s in the genes.  My mother’s house never smelled of old people and she lived to see 75. Her house had wonderful cooking smells almost all the time. Maybe that’s the answer!  Cook more, sweat less and don’t wear wool!

Just Another Day in Paradise?

Ah, retirement.   I woke up Saturday morning from a really bad nightmare where I dreamt that I lost my wallet with all my credit cards and all my money.  It was so real, I jumped out of bed and checked my wallet.  Now I don’t get wound up in dreams but  I did get the symbolism.

Later in the day I called my brother who retired in 1994. I was slightly disjointed from my nightmare, wondering what on earth I had done.  He tells me how much I am going to miss work!  He missed the projects, the sense of accomplishment, the sense of purpose, the routine, the people, the camaraderie….get the picture. Of course, this same brother is the treasurer of the board of directors at the food bank.  He plays golf 3 times a week with a slightly more than bogey handicap. I can never find him because he is always busy but he certainly misses work!  At this point, I am thinking I should just call the undertaker and get it over with.

Sunday morning I woke up to a heat wave which is predicted to last all week.  Now I love hot weather but it was in the ‘80s for my 8:30 a.m. walk! Yes, we bit the bullet and turned the air conditioning on. Now I am imprisoned in my house!  I need friends with pools! At least I have the cats.

I’m sure it will be better when I don’t have to get up early Monday…maybe. There is always Starbucks.