Friday, November 18, 2016

The Joys of Aging

Getting old is a royal pain in the nether regions. The systems start acting up more and more. Bits and pieces of the machinery that were just getting by begin to sputter and complain. For the few who hit their 70’s and still climb mountains and dance marathons it can be a blast I suppose, but Himself and I have never been those hardy sorts and it seems we never will be.

What happens instead? One becomes well acquainted with clinic and hospital waiting rooms either waiting for your own procedure or waiting while the spouse receives one. We are learning to carry pocket schedulers again - not for the business meetings but for the various appointments as medical science seeks to probe, diagnose, measure, analyze, and possibly treat the various ailments that have begun to arise.

Today is one of “those days” as we leave our home in the boonies to drive to the nearest “large” town. Himself gets an ultrasound. I get an event monitor.

The doctors get a chunk of our savings.

We probably also add more listings to the schedule.

Saturday, October 22, 2016

Music, music, music!

This morning I wanted to listen to polkas. I don’t know why other than it seemed the right sort of music to accompany the handwork I was doing.

Polka music is something from my youth - like The Beatles. My music roots go back all over the place. They branch out to the sounds of the Big Band era that I heard listening to my Mom’s old 78rpm records. They stretch to classical that I heard on a radio station in my pre-teens. And they have a firm grasp on the music I heard over the radio when my family lived for a time in Wisconsin. Polkas. Happy, bouncy, energetic, filled with tubas pumping the rhythm and accordions tootling the melody. I think that music jumped the pond from Europe and landed with a sweet ker-plunk-plunk right in the middle of north America.

So today I listened to Frankie Yankovic for the basics and then to a group called Brave Combo that holds onto the roots but reaches out into a more modern fun place. I embellished with just a bit of Klezmer music that still maintains the beat with a different twist. All that bouncy stuff kept my hands and my heart busy.

Tomorrow may bring ear worm music that my sleeping brain dredged up overnight. Or maybe a dip back into some old R&R hiding on my iPad. Or maybe… nothing at all. Just the sound of morning.

Tuesday, September 27, 2016

Two for One

I started off the day with the Elmer Fudd version of FIRE running around and around in my head.

I got rid of it with a Joe Diffie tune:

I’m not sure there was all that much improvement. But then earworms can’t really be improved upon. Merely exchanged, one for another!

Thursday, September 22, 2016

My Learning Curve is a Valley

I try to be a “with it” grandmother. This requires a good deal of effort sometimes to suppress my nearly seventy year old’s exclamations of dismay over clothes, make-up, hairstyles… and politics. But it gets the good fight.

Himself and I were in on the early days of the computer revolution and have had computers on our individual desks for many decades. He continues to be up-to-date while I have slowly slid backward into a technological pit. I still manage to blog and I keep up my presence and long-distance relationships on Facebook and I cherish my iPad and use it daily - mostly to play games. When the grandkids started talking about Minecraft I was interested but it has taken me a while to actually download the app and give it a look-see.

Oh dear.

Havoc has ensued. In just an hour I’ve dug innumerable holes like some sort of crazed super-mole and left behind numerous hunks of wall in random scattered places on the landscape. Himself has rushed off to find some sort of basic instruction manual or tutorial for me before I begin yanking out miscellaneous wads of hair only some of which may be mine. Isn’t there a saying nowadays about getting help with such things from a four year old? 

And yet another Ear Worm

Some earworms last longer than others. This one has been tootling around inside my head for two full days with no sign of a let-up.

C'mon, someone out there must have one they could share that might drive this one out of MY head?

Thursday, September 15, 2016

Another (blasted) Earworm

I did this one to myself so at least it didn't arise unbidden from my deep dark infamous past.

A friend was visiting yesterday and among the chatting we did the subject of music, interspersed with my fussing over the new iOS 10 update, I played a few songs on my iPad for her. This was one of them and it has been whirling around in my head ever since.

Baby's Got the Car Keys

(Thank you daughter!)

Friday, September 9, 2016


Sometimes a song comes into my head I haven’t heard in 3 or 4 decades. This is one of those. I woke up this morning singing “Paddlin’ Madelin’ Home” Go figure!

Tuesday, August 30, 2016

The Rock & The Hard Place

Difficult decisions come in all shapes and sizes. The one I’m looking at weighs about eight pounds and has soft yellow fur: our beloved “Lil Yella Cat.

Himself and I rescued her about thirteen years ago from the middle of a busy city street. She was a tiny bit of fluff, nearly dead when we found her. Vet visits, food, and a long trip to her new home with us ensued. Since then she has slept every night with me, on top of me, and she has called the shots around here. Himself rushes to top off food and water, then open doors (and re-open doors and re-re-open doors) at her very glance in his direction. I’ve learned to contort myself to make a comfortable place for her to sleep.

Flickie is not a “lap cat”. She has never played with toys or chased a laser dot across the floor. Her only sociable time, stretching the meaning of that phrase, is at bedtime when she will play hand tag with Himself, who bleeds freely. Then she waits impatiently for me to compose myself into a suitable cat-bed shape. She prefers to be outside except at night and adamantly refuses the convenience of a litter box. Therein lies the problem.

This past year she has aged. Though she is only middle-aged for a cat she no longer “walks on tiptoe”, her joints seem to pain her, she sleeps more and more. And she still adamantly refuses to use a litter box.

You see where this is going? She began with occasional puddles on the carpet. Our fault, we said. We should have let her out sooner. And we sponged, mopped, used various absorbing and deodorizing products, sprayed enzymes designed to neutralize odor, and hoped it was just that once. Then it happened again. And again. I stayed up later so she could be outside later where she chose to “take care of business”. Himself made sure a litter box was available and would wake as soon as I muttered “She’s down” to let him know she’d left her human bed and needed to go outside.

The puddles still happened, and despite our efforts the house began to have that eau-de-feline ambiance.  Last night the problem escalated. Flickie came in after midnight and we went to bed. I woke when she rose to leave me around 4:30AM and realized I had been leaked upon. Unhappy would be putting it mildly.

What to do? Winter is approaching and Flick will not go out in the rain to pee. She will not use a litter box. Putting her outdoors is difficult even in summer since neighboring cats come by and beat her up. Maybe we could cage her, but she’d hate it, fight it, be confined away from us, be miserable.

The other choice I see is one I hate. Rock, meet Hard Place.

Friday, August 26, 2016


I've been very busy but that certainly doesn't stop the songs from running around, and around, and around in my head. This morning's offering is "Put On a Happy Face".

Monday, August 1, 2016

Ear worm of the Day

Maybe I need to retitle my blog?

The tune running endlessly through my head this morning courtesy of Himself:
Pineapple Princess

Friday, July 15, 2016

And today's ear worm is...

The theme song from Lord Peter Wimsey:

(over and over and over and over and over....)

Thursday, July 14, 2016


The AwkwardYeti understands!! 

Friday, July 8, 2016

Move over.

As we humans have pushed wildlife farther and farther away, taking up their fields and mountains with our freeways, fenced-in yards, and houses it is amazing to see how wildlife has adapted and even pushed back.

This has been on my mind since I saw a PBS program about Coywolves, a wolf/coyote hybrid. Amazing and resourceful creatures that began somewhere along the eastern US/Canada border and have spread to a sizable chunk of the US northeast.

With the human penchant for spreading out nature is finding plenty of ways to live amongst us. We all know about the ever-resourceful rat from the plague-spreading variety of the 14th century to our more modern roof rats. 

Here are some examples of animal adaptions from my lunchtime observations today:

I watched a female sparrow work her way along the front of a line of parked cars at a shopping center. At every bumper she jumped up and looked for an insect lunch caught on the grill of the vehicle. Smart visit to a mobile cafeteria?

I watched a mink dash from behind some buildings to clamber down among rocks beside the river where we often go to consume our fast-food lunch. I’ve seen that same mink return, fish in mouth. I’m guessing it lives at a close-by pond. Lots of cars and oblivious tourists all around - rows of houses too.

And while eating that afore-mentioned lunch seagulls, blackbirds, and ravens watched and hoped for a handout. Failing that they were willing to raid the trashcans for leftovers.

A few minutes perusing Youtube yields: bears up city trees and in urban swimming pools, deer cavorting with dogs, wild turkeys invading yards (got those here!), and more. TV news covers stories of alligator attacks, feral chickens (not the current home-coddled variety) proliferating, pythons & parrots, introduced by accident (or carelessness) and doing just fine for themselves.

Move over folks. The critters are re-invading!

Friday, May 13, 2016

Ear worm

This one has been going around in my head for the past two days:

Time is Tight by Booker T. & the M.G.’s

Thursday, May 12, 2016

Not Too Old to Learn

I learned something new yesterday. Or perhaps it might be more precise to say that I relearned something. One of those basic modern-life things that would be useful to retain in memory. Here it is:

Once washed, the laundry will dry faster if, having been moved into the dryer, the dryer is turned on.

This basic principle also seems to apply to food placed in the oven to cook.

Both of these have been forgotten by me in recent days. Stay tuned to discover what else I (re)learn.

Monday, April 25, 2016

Game of Thrones

NO, I haven't seen it. NO, I have no intention of seeing it, though it begins to seems as if everyone else in this far-reaching land has. Every third post on Facebook today was about it. The rest were divided between Prince and Beyonce.

The only saving grace here is that rants about Hilary and that Republican thing, His Awful Hairiness, have been eclipsed.

I won't be watching GOT either. Everything I've seen suggests that I'd find a sharp stick in the eye more palatable. Endless sprawling ultra-soap dressed up in sex and violence is simply not for me.

Wednesday, April 20, 2016

Television night

Television night, Tuesday edition, ala Himself and Herself:

We began with Antiques Roadshow, then NCIS-LA (both from Monday night - I love having a DVR) then watched NCIS and NCIS-New Orleans. I got irritated that a couple of the shows turned out to be multi-part so I have to wait to see what happens. They weren't noted that way in the on-line guide or I'd have waited to watch both (or more) parts when we had recorded them all. My OLD brain has trouble remembering the plot and all the angst from episode to episode when there is a week or more in between. That is part of why I don't watch the LONG PBS or Brit TV serials anymore. I quickly sink in to "Who gives a bloody care!" rather than wanting to glue myself to the screen in rapt anticipation of an unfolding plot.

The above would so leave me out of the loop in the talk around the water cooler so I’m glad we don’t have one. I avoided Game of Thrones and Downton Abbey and I’d guess they were major conversation topics - at least for the folks who weren’t of the six-pack and reality show crowd. I’d probably be considered of the Police Procedural group and himself would divide his time between Breaking News, Rock music, and Achingly Awful movies (my designation, not his) with an emphasis on stuff best left for Halloween.

I’d mention here in closing what we’ll watch tonight but the truth is I haven’t got a clue. With television seasons divided, and sub-divided I can no longer keep track of what shows are in which part of what season and which shows are in which part of which hiatus. Or even what has been cancelled. Or not. Or might be.