I lost my free will on a day when, feeling particularly soft in the head, I foolishly said out loud, "Do you think you would like to get a cat?"
Now, by dint of unstinting effort and unbending willpower that cat is in control.
No one knows which planet cats are from originally but I am convinced they have been sent here on a mission. They are conditioning us to obey orders, to cater to their every wish without expectation of reward or gratitude, robbing us of our will to resist. She has a program and follows it relentlessly.
Eg; If one or both of us have been out we are greeted with a sound scolding on our return. There is a lot of complaining if when she wakes from one of her many daily naps there is no one instantly available for play. She yowls because the glass slider to the sundeck is closed, she chides me if it is open. She demands some of whatever we are eating and then turns up her nose in disgust, and tells us we are idiots for eating such terrible stuff.
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If she approves of our guests, she appropriates their laps as suitable cat furniture, the rest of the time a domestic lap will do as good place to sit while washing up.
8 PM is her dinnertime and if I am not johnny on the spot with her special food, the only kind she will eat, then I am promptly and endlessly told to get it done.
Sheesh, I sure do miss my kind old dog.
Below are some candid duck pictures, taken at their lakefront home. I was surprised at how many wintered over.
That's enough of those for now. I've got plenty more, just ask me.
Now that glorious spring is here I have tuned up my bike and am looking forward to getting out on the mountain trails. After the cold and snow arrived and I quit riding I began to gain weight so I bought a punching bag and hung it in the garage. It was a good choice. On the days when the stock market is being irrational (most days), or the lunatics who pretend to govern us are being especially crazy (way too often), or if I just want to forget that I am sixty seven I go down there, put one of my hard rock CDs and pound away. It's great for my mental and emotional health, I highly recommend it.
We are still waiting for the medical system to grind along and get Toni the treatment she needs. She is marking time. Speaking of time.....
How different our lives must be from that of our ancestors. Clocks are only a few hundred years old and for many of those years they were big clunky things, quite impossible to carry around.
Of course peasants didn't need clocks, their workaday routine was simple. Go to the fields at the crack of dawn and come home at dark before the witches and vampires came out. Since 95 percent of the population were agrian there was no incentive to develop a better clock. The market forces were just not there.
And calendars?!! Go back a few thousand years and calendars were giant stones stuck out on a plain in the middle of nowhere. If a person wanted to know what month it was, he or she would have had to walk miles to find out and probably would have needed to bring along a nice goat's head or maybe a bottle of mead to make the priest happy enough to give them an answer.
On the up side, in those days just about everybody was dead by thirty five so the wait times for medical care were really low.
That's it for this week.
All the facts in the above article are mine, any resemblance to reality are purely coincidental.
Doug
