When Your Visit Turns You Into A Jellyfish

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Unusual Visitors

One of my neighbor’s has taken to feeding the stray cats in the area.  At first he put out a few dishes of food out near the trees where the cats can sometimes been see.  He’d collect the empty dishes and set out new dishes full of food on a daily basis.  This went on for a few months before he decided to do something different.

He moved the food dishes to his back door to make it easier for him to ensure there was always food and water available for the stray cats.  He also started setting out little catnip toys for them to enjoy.

And naturally we started noticing more cats in the area.  We also started noticing that some of the birds were disappearing as well as the squirrels.  Logically it made sense, increase in cats means a decrease of small animals.  It was a tough choice, let the cats starve or realize we might have fewer birds and such.  I couldn’t say the cats were eating the birds, which another neighbor suggested, but naturally birds and cats will keep their distance.

The four-footed one didn’t attempt to make friends with the cats.  Instead she kept her distance.  But when the skunks and foxes started coming into the neighbourhood, well she couldn’t resist these new beings.  Thankfully the foxes were too shy to play.  As for the skunks, they clearly are used to dogs as they let the four-footed one come up and sniff them.  She also tried to play with them.  They weren’t interested in play, but thankfully they also didn’t spray.

The neighbor who thought he was helping the cats didn’t believe us about the foxes and skunks.  That is until one say when he was setting out the food and a skunk walked right into his house.  Of course the skunk didn’t stay, it walked back out of the door which wa still being held open due to shock.

We now have more birds and squirrels on the neighbourhood.  And the skunks still visit now and then.  As they as passing by.

Just A Little Bit Of A Reminder

Just a little bit, surely that won’t hurt.  I’m sure you’ve heard this before.  Perhaps you’ve told yourself this very thing when it comes to food for example.  I know I’ve done it.  More than once.

As I’ve gotten older I’ve come to realize that sometimes a little bit does hurt.  Sometimes it isn’t worth it, be it a small piece of cake or a little extra tasty adult beverage in my glass. Because that little bit, over time, adds up.  Especially when you have a few little bits added together and it amounts to a large bit than you thought you had.

We are human, stuff happens.  Soemtimes you make mistakes, sometimes we can’t resist that little bit.  It’s okay.  We just need to dust ourselves off and get back with whatever it is we were setting as limits before.

Sometimes though, the little bit is not what we wanted or asked for.  It just comes into our lives and we must make a choice.  Do we deal with it as best we can or do we sit in despair that this little bit is too much for us to handle?

sometimes that little bit does hurt, for a period of time.  When we look back though, once we’ve dealt with that little bit extra, we realize we got through it.  We usually do, it’s just that sometimes we need a reminder of how strong and  resilient we are.

Public Transportation or Gross

I’m nota huge fan of public transportation.  I’m not against it as per say, anc I use it now and then.  I’m just not a fan of it.  I’m not a fan because I cannot control what people do on public transportation.  Such as spreading germs, bodily fluids and such.

Today I had to take public transpiration.  The city bus.  This is a nightmare of sorts for me.  Mostly because the medication I must take lowers my immune system.  So I shudder when I have to take the bus.  And this morning I had to hop on the bus to get to an appointment, so I girded my loins (well okay I took a deep breath and made sure I had hand sanitizer) and headed off to the bus station.

While on the bus I witnessed a person eating a waffle he had pulled out of his pocket.  It looked like a microwaved Ego Waffle.  He also pulled out a small container of what appeared to be syrup out of his pocket.  The container was at least sealed.  The waffle wasn’t even wrapped in anything.  So already I’m a bit grossed out by this, but when the person began to eat his waffle, he would dip it in the container, take a bite and then wave the rest of the waffle around.

Now stop and think about this for a minute.  That waffle, no matter how carefully you bite, now has your saliva on it.  And you are throwing that around in the air of the bus.  It’s like spitting on people.

Gross enough now doubt, but also on my bus ride was a young mother who did a full on dirty diaper change on a bus seat.  That’s umm exposing us to fecal matter.  Fecal matter which in this case hit the floor.  It could have just as easily hit the seat where some poor person may have sat in it.  At any rate there is now fecal matter being spread through the bus.  Fecal matter that someone has to clean up.

I don’t even want to think about what is on the seats, the hand holds or the buzzers to ask for a stop.  So yes, I’m not a fan of public transportation.  Or maybe I just need my own bubble!

Fun, Games and Dogs

We’ve started a new game in our household.  I’m not sure who actually started this game, I only  know it wasn’t me.  Because this new game isn’t really my idea of fun.  Frankly I can’t see it being Beloved’s idea of fun either, but he can be a bit weird with things, so maybe, just maybe it is his idea of fun.

What is this new game you ask?  It’s called hide the antler somewhere it isn’t supposed to be and watch a human go crazy trying to find it.  Yes I know, a rather long title, but when you bark it out, it’s like woof woof yip.  See much shorter.

I’m not even sure how long this game has existed in my household.  I discovered it my accident while moving some curtains.  And there, on the windowsill, was a lightly chewed antler.  It was trying to look innocent and sweet, as if it belonged on the windowsill.  And when I went to put the antler with its friends, I stepped on something hard under one of the area rugs.  And yep, you guessed it, another antler.

Beloved told me he spent part of yesterday doing the same thing.  He said at one point he had to crawl on the floor to find one that was craftily hidden under a chair.  He apparently gave up after three hours of the game.  But the four-footed one, she never tires of this game.  I think Beloved and I may be out antlered in this house.  and I guess it’s my turn round-up the missing.  Again.

Monkeying Around

There is a monkey hanging from an overhead light in my bedroom. I have no clue how it got there, and I’m really not sure I want to know how it got there or how I managed to sleep through the events that brought it to this point.

For the record, I don’t normally have monkeys, either living or stuffed dog toy varieties in my bedroom.  I don’t typically have dog toys in the bedroom.  But Beloved has no qualms about bringing in the four-footed one’s toys and tossing them on the bed if he plans on reading in bed late at night.  Evidently he also has no qualms about allowing the four-footed one to jump and walk on me.  (He forgot that with my medication I bruise very easily and so I have bruises the size of her paws on my body.)

Did I mention that this light, the one with the monkey hanging from it is rather high up from the bed?  Beloved’s answer to my raised eyebrow was that the four-footed one was playing with the monkey.  As if she just threw it up there all on her own.  Next he will be telling me she jumped up there all on her own!

Right now neither Beloved nor the four-footed one are talking.  And the monkey, while he’s just silently hanging around.

Ceremony and Comfort

The for us-footed one thought she’d help Beloved shine his shoes.  With her tongue.  He didn’t appreciate the help and told her so.  Not to be deterred, she decided to help get his jacket ready for him. By rolling on the sleeves of it.  It isn’t every day that you can get a dog to roll on your tuxedo jacket, so you’d think he would realize how special her gift was.

Instead he fretted over some dog fur on the jacket while he wiped his perfect shoes.  He reasoned that she would have received an invitation to the wedding if the bride and groom wanted her there.  I received an invitation, slightly different from the one Beloved had received.  Mine invited me to the wedding and said it was understandable if I couldn’t make it to the reception.

Alas I wasn’t attending the wedding or the reception.  I was just home from the hospital and had been told under no circumstances could I attend the wedding or other public settings.  Beloved was going to the wedding and then coming home for the four-footed one and myself.

I had tried to avoid the hospital in the first place, letting things go a bit tI far before reaching out to my specialists.  My specialist told me to go to the hospital, where he promptly admitted me.  He informed me the only wedding he would spring me out for was my own wedding.  And since it wasn’t  my own wedding, he told me I was staying.

Beloved asked if he should return the dress I had bought to wear for my friend’s wedding.  Without giving me a chance  to answer, my specialist told Beloved to return the dress.  Which he did.  Which is why he was now fretting over some dog fur and spit while I was sitting comfortably without a care in the world, reading and thanking my lucky stars that I wasn’t still in the hospital.

The bride had already promised me that she would be sending Beloved home after the ceremony.  She had also promised to have some of the wedding cupcakes set aside for us.  And when I was up to it, we’d get together and watch the wedding ceremony.

So I was comfortable while Beloved was fretting.