Trader Joe's stripped to the barest shelves

Zoey cat was ecstatic when we finally let her go upstairs. The access doors were the last thing finished. Well in truth that hot mess will never be truly finished, it was what the asshats called finished.

So Big Daddy goes to TJ's and there is nothing but wine. I am okay with him getting the wine but damn we need some food too. There was a lady with crazed eyes and 3 carts, she was throwing everything she could touch into the carts. When she checked out she told them she was coming right back. WTF, that woman never ate canned hominy in her life and now she has a lifetime supply.

Village Market and Fresh Farms Market, the expensive stores did have things in stock. Village Market said there was a run on chicken but they were keeping up. This is really crazy town.

But gasoline at Costco was a buck 75. Yes, $1.75. Not too shabby, wonder how long Putin is gonna fight with MBS, or should I just call him BS.

Total failure as a human being and a mother

Zoey Cat in her comfort bed.

Well my son called and hung up on me. I am not exactly sure why except that I had not called and wished him a happy birthday by 2 PM. I had however made sure he got the air fryer he wanted purchased and shipped to him. I also bought a card that was amusing enough for him and my granddaughter and enclosed a check. But that was not enough. 

I also spent a large portion of the day the same as usual this past week, comforting my 86 year old mother over the death of her brother, the last of her immediate family. Explaining to her that she cannot take care of the entire world, especially the ones she hires to help her and the ones that take advantage of her. You know, the ones who don't show up and then call and borrow money. The ones whose entire family group rotates out of jail and prison on a regular basis. Explaining that I do not think she will die of the new virus, she will die from the stress of not eating and sleeping from worrying about dying from the virus. Organizing her life from a 1000 miles away for her doctor appointments, blood work, new tires and suing her granddaughter. Yea, the one who reneged a quarter million dollar loan, the one for medical school. Yea, that one, the doctor. 

I also am monitoring and caring for hubs, a week out of surgery for his knee replacement. And waiting to make the appointment for his eye surgery. This after being treated like shit by his surgeon and the hospital staff. Yes, everyone is talking about how bad the hospital has gone downhill since the takeover by the new company. 

Oh and yea, I went to my Psychologist for the crazies these people push on me. 

So I have decided I am done. Yes, done. I do not want to hear anymore shit from anybody for a while. I am sorry all Y'all are in such a sorry state that you cannot survive a moment without me wiping your asses. And I am sorry that I can no longer wipe your asses. And I am the only person with toilet paper because I plan ahead, something all Y'all laugh at. Yes, done. 

Tomorrow my take on the new virus. You'll love it. 

The Renovation From Hell

This is called a piece of plastic the crackhead drywall asshats left under the parlor cabinet by mistake. I say by mistake because those idiots were not supposed to move that cabinet without permission, tried to hide the fact that they did and got caught. I do like the word parlor.

So when I found all the fuck ups from the jerkwads I was just a little bit miffed. They also cracked a picture frame and chipped a vase. I sent pictures and an email describing the mess to Big Daddy. I sent them there because I am no longer speaking with the contractors. I am afraid if I speak to them I will be compelled to tell them just how worthless they are as workers, construction people, and human beings. I will also need to tell them they are the worst liars I have ever met. Not that the lies they tell are enormous, which of course they are, but that they are really bad at telling the lies. These people are so bad that if they told me I looked nice I would call the funeral home for an appointment.

So we hired these cretins to finish off the attic so we could move my mom into the house. This is because my SIL left her high and dry, also known as kicking her to the curb, and now my brother is living in her summer home and he is homeless, jobless and in every addiction program known to man. The job began the end of March and now, here, the almost middle of June has not completed the first inspections. And this has little to do with the fact the measurements were all wrong, the tub was the wrong size, the project manager is no longer allowed on site, the drywall sat out in the rain, the drywall could not be delivered, the entire floorplan changed overnight and Big Daddy had to take the final window measurements. Nope, it is all because they can't find their ass with both hands.

Well my anxiety level is higher than my head, my mom is stuck in Florida and needs a breast biopsy, she is covered with an ugly rash the doctors can't figure out and just today the head whacko said I do not need a sub-floor on the plank floor he ruined. Big Daddy is leaving me with these idiots to go to Mexico and the cat and I are not happy. 

Last of the Lily of the Valley.

This is a shameful tale.

So I hear this noise and I walk toward the kitchen and see Zoey the cat jump off the kitchen counter. Now Zoey knows she is not supposed to be up there and I am not so silly as to believe she never gets up there. The next time I walk through she is up there again. Lo and behold there is a huge insect which is black and yellow crawling aroung my kitchen window. It was scary big.

I put the cat in the bedroom because I was afraid she would get hurt if she caught that thing, I Skyped Big Daddy because I was afraid I would get hurt by that thing and watched it crawl up the screen. I opened the window hoping it would stay in that area.

Big Daddy told me to get it with the Hotshot but to be sure the Hotshot worked. As I was looking and checking and wondering if this was a dandy idea the insect crawled down and fell off the window sill into a drinking glass. I grabbed the dirty coffee cup and put it on top. On thinking everything moves slower when cold, I stuck it all in the fridge. Should take a couple hours. Using my logic skills from the past.

Yes, I am ashamed my cat got on the counter but she pointed out the potential problem.

Good Kitty.

A cat question

Am I supposed to be giving this cat a bath?

The cat escaped

Big Daddy likes my shoes.

One of my biggest fears is the cat getting outside. She was a rescue from the wilds and sits by the front door when the dog is out looking like a she is nonchalantly gonna make a run for it. I am very cautious about that door and have yelled at Big Daddy numerous times to "shut the fucking door".

Saturday the door was open and BD heard this loud and plaintive meowing. The delivery man had stuck a package inside the door and it had not fully shut. And yep, she made a run for it, and no one knew.

As far as we know, she never left the porch and was sitting there asking back in after only a few minutes. The grass was not greener. She is much more like a dog than a cat, and she knows Sammy barks to get in, so I am thinking that was her version of "let me in, you cretins".

From here on, the screen gets locked when the door is open.

I sent an email to the author of Doll-baby and she responded. I love when that happens. 3 authors have answered my emails, other 2 are Stuart Woods and Anne Rice. Speaking of Anne, I could not finish her latest, I think it is called Prince Lestat. Don't know if it is her or me, but just did not hold my interest.

Still working on switching summer to fall. This is a big task.

Settling back in at the Old Homestead

A Portland garden.

Well, we are now caught up on sleep and just fine.  I am losing my cat sitter, she is allergic to cats. Rats.

Getting unpacked and organized and thinking I need to freeze all the last minute purchases at the Portland airport. Scottish Shortbread made with real butter. Biscoff from the Delta flight. Big Daddy did not eat the Salmon jerky from Trader Joe's, he can eat that at work next week.

I am not going back until Tuesday. I figured out I spent 2 weekends a month working on shit to take  care of Monday because no one working weekends will do so. So, I am never going back from a vacation on a Monday. Works for me. And there were some shitty emails I can't wait to hear about, on Tuesday.

Miss Curly, but she is too tiny to miss Grandmama yet. Gotta work on the photo's for the Great Grands. They want old fashion prints for brag books and refrigerators.

Figured out we cannot reasonably go to Vermont for Thanksgiving so trying to figure out where we can go or should we stay home. Ticket prices are high and it is such a short time frame. Gotta be an in and an out, no layovers eating at that precious time.

Let me know when everyone gets tired of the cat posts

This cat is hilarious. She rolls over and spreads open for a belly rub. Like she is a dog. And she was doing something I think is playing, gently biting my hand and grabbing me with her paws. Only her back paws have claws-but she never clawed me. Like it was a game. She wanted everything rubbed, her head, her ears and her backside at the base of the tail.

I think it is a bad thing when 10 degrees does not feel horribly cold.

I am not having luck styling my new hair do. But it is only one day. When I went in Saturday to get color the gal said she did not remember cutting my hair like that. And I had to say right, you did not do this. And I swear she did a crappy styling job like she had no ownership. Why are people so bitchy. It is hair. And I still let her color it and I think she overcharged me. This could get interesting of my original gal does not come back.

I am agonizing over what to buy my baby as it will be first ever. I know this is silly. I found a gorgeous little white cotton dress and bloomers that look fine for high summer. And a warm outfit for winter.

Just gotta get through this last week of February and start planning for our trip to Savannah the end of March. I am excited, that will be the end of the year with no travel.

A new cat step

Taken at the awful Atwater Brewery, his dad ordered them for him so no story or significance. Sorry Punkin Head.

Well I am taking the plunge and interviewing for a cat master position. The cat is a sad case, she is around 5 or 6 years old, spayed and declawed and then abandoned at about 1or 2 years old. The neighbor kept her fed and she responded to them and knows her name, Pudde Cat, but the dogs would not let her live there and then the shit for brains neighbor kid starting shooting her with a pellet gun.

So she was rescued and checked out and she is FIV+. Me and Sammy think she will be a good fit here even though I have never owned a cat. But I lived with PH's cats and my cat will be so much better. She is currently living in a 2 story cage and can't be real happy about it but they say she is very friendly and loves petting, especially her belly.

I am waiting for the meet and greet and to see if she likes me. She has to like me a little for this to work. She is really cute in her pics and looks right into the camera as if the say "Really?".

I have a list of stuff I need from PH but all tips and hints are welcome as I am a newbie. She will be an indoor cat and I plan on getting her a bed with a hood as I read cats like that stuff.

And what about Cat Nip?

Five days to go until Shanghai

Not counting today and next Tuesday. Big Daddy talked to the Japan dude and I should be ok transferring in Narita. There are Sky Clubs in the terminal and worst comes to worst I can pretend to eat Sushi.

My new suitcase, Briggs and Riley on sale, arrived and I am continuing to pack. Shoes are going to be the problem. Just hate deciding what can I take and what do I need to say goodbye to. I just do not believe that I can buy real clothes and things that I can afford are in China. Or Hong Kong. If I was a guy I could just get shirts made and be happy.

Did last minute shopping as for some reason all the websites were down this holiday weekend and had to pay way to much for the last minute items. Bras. The world revolves around bras for women with breasts. If one more flat chested bitch tells me about buying 7 dollar bras at Target I am going to scream. Scotch tape should work for them. Bought La Mystere, Fantasie and Chantelle.

Flame furnace cancelled the air conditioner check as the 40 mile an hour moving storms were not conducive to wandering about the yard. They are coming Monday. And Punkin Head will be at work and not see the program. Oh well. Got the permit to redo the shingles on the garage as I finally got the IRS refund. You get lots of money back when you don't work half the year and get canned. They did reject part of Big Daddy's college tho. Guess they really aren't all that serious about re-training and upgrading your education. And that is why Big Daddy is in China.

Teeth update. This year to date; 4 new crowns, 1 filling, 1 extraction (same tooth as filling), 1 surgical stent, 1 implant surgery (to be continued) and 1 rejected spacer. Spacer being remade and will be placed Thursday or Monday. Had to have the bite adjusted again on Tuesday. I am hopeful I don't need to fly home for emergency dental work.

New life: living with cats. Cats are strange. They do not like to be held. They like to be petted but only if you reach across 3 feet. They like to play hard to get.

Booooring

I am so bored and lacking in motivation. House cleaning and yard work just is not my forte.

And Big Daddy telling me his Ayis came and cleaned the apartment twice in one day did not help matters. Yep, changed all the linens and swept and mopped twice. He tried to explain to the second crew he had never seen before but gave up and just went with the program.

Then the new laundry detergent a Chinese lady insisted he buy was concentrated and he unitentionally washed the kitchen floor. Needs to learn how to read better Chinese. Now he has Mite cleaner, collar cleaner and super suds.

Stormed and rained all night and kept waking me up. Not going out in this weather. I am out of books tho, so tomorrow I have to go shopping.

Punkin Head arrives home on Monday with his 2 cats. I need to buy cat litter and cat nip. Where would one buy this stuff?