Yes, it is.
(This is the day I launched the web site, and this was the first post. There are other, earlier posts posted here that I’ve given the day they were created in other places such as Facebook or a Twitter.)
A large pile of cat
Three of my five cats agree that this is a good day to huddle up together in a large pile of cat.
Over and over
OK, this is just a little one, but as a writer, I pay attention to these things.
Radio news at noon: “There’s talk about getting rid of Secretary of State Rex Tillerson again.”
Uh… no. They’re not talking about getting rid of him again. They haven’t gotten rid of him the first time. They’re talking again about getting rid of him.
The definition of cleaning
Sometimes my definition of cleaning is restoring a scattered pile of stuff back to being an orderly pile, so the cats can knock it over again when I’m not looking.
A warm November night
A warm November night
and the dog and I
sit on the lawn
and watch the stars
beyond the clouds
Ice cream truck, late October
I hear the distant music of an ice cream truck…
Picture is of my dog on a similar day a few years ago wondering why the ice cream truck was not stopping for him.
They probably noticed he didn’t have his wallet.
Use your sunscreen
There’s a public service announcement on the radio that tells me “you have to put on sunscreen every two hours.” OK, but that’s going to be inconvenient at 2:00, 4:00, and 6:00 a.m.
Ad that bothers me #7421 (paraphrased):
“I love to listen to gospel music and in this car I can turn the volume up so loud that it sounds like a symphony and you can’t even hear it on the outside!”
You know what ELSE you can’t hear when you’re rolling around in your own little mobile symphony? Things you might need to hear while you’re driving, like car and truck horns and sirens.
Salesmanship
Ad on the radio for a local car dealership, and the narrator commends the salesman for selling them a larger vehicle than they intended to buy, with AWD, thus “putting the customer first.”
Well played, salesman. You get a halo… AND a bigger commission. I’m sure that was just a coincidence, though.
Decluttering, or not
I was part of a writers’ retreat this weekend. The location was great, but lacked a stove. “I’ve got this,” I said.
I went home and got the electric skillet I’d inherited from my mother. I used it this morning to fry bacon, and sausages, and eggs scrambled and sunny-side-up. (Not both at the same time, though. An egg cannot be simultaneously scrambled AND sunny-side-up, except in Schrödinger’s kitchen.)
It was the first time I’d used it since I had it. The decluttering experts say to get rid of anything you haven’t used in a year. Those experts weren’t around to help me cook breakfast this morning.
And, by the way, the electric skillet? Avocado green, baby.