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fuzzybuddy said:
There's always something. Went grocery shopping last night. When I opened my car's trunk, there's a nice layer of 30 lbs. of rock salt. The cartons must have gotten banged around, and broke open.
At the grocery store, there were two cashiers at the non-automated check out. I always use those, because I tend to beat up the automated ones. The clerks looked like they were only 14 or 15. I look like somebody, who's been around since God was a kid, and the young keep looking younger. :(
And there's just way too many cooking shows on TV. All you need to know is
1 get stuff
2 mix it up
3 apply heat.
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I hear ya fuzz! 😉🤭😂

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I don't know if it's because I got a good night's sleep or it's nice, sunny and warm, and no snow on the ground, but, now, everything looks green. Yesterday was drab and brown.
Every year, I have all the big plans on what I'm going to do outside. I have a gazillion things that need to be done, but somehow winter always comes way too early. Today, would be a perfect day to start.
Yet, tomorrow is supposed to be warmer and sunnier. So, tomorrow I start.
 
For a while, I've been on this ancient Egypt kick. Some of the things crack me up. The Egyptian word for cat sounds just like "meow". The world's first know tax cheat was over 4,000 years ago, and the guy's name was "Mery". From writing in a tomb, a guy wrote about his dog. When they translated the writing, the dog's name was "Useless".
 

A few years ago, my old 40 year old washing machine went to "Whirlpool heaven". I got this new one. It had "smart phone' technology. At the time, I didn't have iPhone. But, now, I do, and I'm not sure I really want to talk to my clothes washer, it was made in China, so it probably doesn't understand English. I have to download an app., but really what can a washer say- "I'm now on 'spin'. For 79 years, I haven't felt the need to be one with my washing machine. And it doesn't purr or anything when I walk by. Apparently, we just have a platonic relationship.
Plus, I don't want my dryer thinking I'm cheating on it.
 
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My birthday is next month. I'll be 79, but that doesn't mean much. A geezer is a geezer, and there's no such thing as a "young geezer". Getting older used to mean more candles on the cake. But, in my case, there's not enough cake for all the candles. And, now, instead of another candle, I get another pill to take, and a new something that aches.
Harold, the turkey, was walking around the front yard and there were some cats following him. The cats didn't seem to bother him (her?). The cats seemed quite comfortable with Harold. He would walk over to a cat, and peck the ground right beside a cat, and the cat just sat there. I found out that big birds like chickens and turkeys can wipe out a cat.
 
I bought two canisters of rock salt, and put them in my car trunk, in case I needed them in winter. Well, they broke open and I had a two inch layer of salt all over. It took hours, but I got it nice and clean. While I'm doing that, Harold, the turkey, comes out of the woods, and flies up to a tree in my front yard., about 20 feet from me. I guess the tree in the backyard is the main home, and this is just a bachelor pad.
 
Paco Dennis said:
Harold the turkey doesn't chase you does he? Our rooster chases us and we have to hit him with a stick to make him stop. He is almost as big as a turkey which makes it scary. He just chased Misa indoors because he is protecting his harem. :)
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Harold, the turkey, has been living on my property for a couple of years. People would come to my house and mention seeing this turkey. I live next to a state forest, so I figured it was a passing bird. It wasn't till I saw it fly up into a tree that I realized, it lived here. Yesterday I wondered if the cats would attack Harold, but they just lay down and the bird would continue to peck the ground around them- inches from them. Nobody seemed unhappy with the situation.
I was having a hard time getting the rock salt out of my trunk- the salt kind of melted a little and fused to the carpet. I had to scrape it off. While I'm swearing away, this turkey walks out of the woods, walks across my lawn, and flies up in a tree- all about 20 feet from me.
Maybe it's like the deer. I know where two deer were born right off my lot. So, the world of those hairless apes, is also their world, and they see us as the same way we see them?
 
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It's my kid brother's birthday. He's ten years younger than me, so, of course, I call him, "the mistake". I sent a text calling him an "old geezer". I love calling him that. He always gets this confused look because he can't quite figure out why I (ten years older) calls him "old".
Really, what good is a kid brother if you can't torment him.
 
My kid brother got a pet cat. He's not exactly a "pet" person. He's never owned a pet before. And that brings up a dilemma for me. I've had pet cats most of my life- even when I was in the U.S. Navy. They all passed away, and because of my crummy health, I don't want to be hauled out of here, and leave them unattended. I thought of boarding some cats from the local SPCA, so they could take them back if something happened. But I'm not thrilled with the tons of cat litter, the holes in my furniture, the smell, etc., etc. I have to replace two broken down Lazy-boys, and I don't want them to become nice scratching posts.
It's foggy outside. We go through this every winter when the ground starts to thaw out. In the day time, it's hard to see cars coming down the road. At night, it's impossible. Coming home from work @1 AM, I had to open the car door and follow the yellow lines.
 
Hey Fuzzy…just brainstorming:
The occasional declawed cat shows up in those shelters & you could specify that you can only take in declawed kitties. I did some fostering several years back & brought home my first two guests, one of which had been declawed by his original owner. Over time there were a number of cats listed as being declawed & likely the same is true up in your neck of the woods….so no threat to your new chairs-to-be.
And while it’s true that there’s no getting away from cat litter, they’ve come a long, long way with said litter. The new-ish clumping litter is (to me) sort of miraculous & i guarantee you there’s no cat pee smell in my hacienda….(i’ve got a superb sniffer lol). If I had a mobility issue i would probably use a somewhat smaller litter box along with the litter box liners they have now so i could just reach in daily & remove the whole shebang & be done with it versus going the scoop route.
Oh & i’m plenty willing to brainstorm your other etc etc’s if you’d care to elaborate🐾😂🐾
 
Lizzie00 said:
Hey Fuzzy…just brainstorming:
The occasional declawed cat shows up in those shelters & you could specify that you can only take in declawed kitties. I did some fostering several years back & brought home my first two guests, one of which had been declawed by his original owner. Over time there were a number of cats listed as being declawed & likely the same is true up in your neck of the woods….so no threat to your new chairs-to-be.
And while it’s true that there’s no getting away from cat litter, they’ve come a long, long way with said litter. The new-ish clumping litter is (to me) sort of miraculous & i guarantee you there’s no cat pee smell in my hacienda….(i’ve got a superb sniffer lol). If I had a mobility issue i would probably use a somewhat smaller litter box along with the litter box liners they have now so i could just reach in daily & remove the whole shebang & be done with it versus going the scoop route.
Oh & i’m plenty willing to brainstorm your other etc etc’s if you’d care to elaborate🐾
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I waver back and forth over fostering cats. I've had pet cats most of my life. And they aren't cute ornaments-they are a responsibility. I'm not sure I want to do that, again.
 
We have had a cats for many years but our last one died and it made us so unhappy and decided we were too old to take care of another one, as all finally developed a disease that required many vet visits with concern and worry for us.

It was nice you took in fostering cats. It is seems better for you that you do not do that any more with that much time and care involved.
 
I am SO proud of me. My desk top computer got a crummy corrupted Windows update. I had the dreaded "Task Host" thing- whatever that is. But it was screwing up my computer. I went online and followed the instructions and actually got rid of it.
Normally, when you follow those, instructions most of the things you're supposed to click on aren't there. And you wind up having to click on, either "Defragilize" or "Erase All" :unsure: :unsure::unsure:
I use my computer. I don't know it. I didn't know that the button to shut it off was known as "Start".
 
fuzzybuddy said:
I am SO proud of me. My desk top computer got a crummy corrupted Windows update. I had the dreaded "Task Host" thing- whatever that is. But it was screwing up my computer. I went online and followed the instructions and actually got rid of it.
Normally, when you follow those, instructions most of the things you're supposed to click on aren't there. And you wind up having to click on, either "Defragilize" or "Erase All" :unsure: :unsure::unsure:
I use my computer. I don't know it. I didn't know that the button to shut it off was known as "Start".
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Congratulations, fuzz!
An IT win always makes me feel 10’ tall!
😉🤭😂
 
I'm not sure when I started to wear sweaters. I remember running out in my tee shirt to take out the trash, when it was well below freezing. Now, I can't watch TV without a sweater. I got this really nice red one, and I liked it so much, I bought 4 more. I figured, it's either wearing a sweater or setting the thermostat on "sauna". Sweaters were cheaper. And that kind of leads into why I'm kind of happy. It's bright and sunny out, so I don't have the kitchen light on. Just think of all the money I'm saving. A few more days like, today, and in six months maybe I could knock 2 cents of my bill.
 
I had to go to the grocery store, yesterday. I can't walk very far, so I have to use those electric carts. For some reason, another shopper was always right in front of what I wanted. So, I'd wait for her to move. But she had a problem choosing canned spaghetti or Spaghetti-O's. I guess you can't rush this decision. I got some more stuff and came back- she's still deciding. When you use the cart, you just can't say, "Pardon me", and squeeze in. She was always in front of what I wanted, and she'd go into this trance., and not move.
Then I almost picked off one of those shoppers, who was going to rush right in, and get a few things. Those carts don't stop on a dime. Of course, when I got to the check out, I remembered that I have a bunch of reusable grocery bags sitting on the front seat of my car.
 
I think I'm going to go back to work, so I can get some rest. It's spring and the "to do list" is several pages long. You name it and it's got to be painted, replaced, tightened, loosened, oiled, cleaned, and washed, sorted, thrown out, or renewed. I used to work 8 hours a day, and I drove 1 hour to and from work, but it seems I had time to do stuff. Plus, I worked in a psych. hospital, and now, that seems like those were the "quiet, restful" times.
Also, it amazes me that the TV show, "The Simpsons" has over 768 episodes, so why when I decide to watch one, it's always the same episode. "Law & Order" has 501 episodes, and yup, every time I watch one, it's the same damn episode.
 
fuzzybuddy said:
the TV show, "The Simpsons" has over 768 episodes, so why when I decide to watch one, it's always the same episode. "Law & Order" has 501 episodes, and yup, every time I watch one, it's the same damn episode.
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Ah, the old Episode Manifestation! You are experiencing Bad Luck, God knows how bad it may get. It happens to the noblest of us, nothing to do with Karmic Justice.
Do not leave your house. Tie a red strand of silk around the little toe of your right foot, face west, close your right eye, and jump up and down on your left foot seven times, whistling in a monotone.
That may not work. If not, I have other remedies, not so pleasant, involving nudity and radiant heat.
 
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Yeah. Charlie, the squirrel is back. He's jumping around from tree to tree. For some reason, his great grandfather hated me. I'd come outside and "Chuck" would jump up and down, and make this "Tsch, tsch, tsch, tsch".... noise. I had 3 cats, and when I let them out, even though cats and squirrels are bitter enemies, Chuck wouldn't do anything. Other people would come to the house and ol' Chuck would just sit in his tree. When I'd come out, Chuck recognized me as the no-good SOB, who done him wrong; and jump and down making noises at me.
 

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