No Good Deed . . .

9 Feb

The Squire has a Galaxy  S-4 that Eldest Daughter gave him several years ago to bring him into the Smart Phone age. Recently, she found a newer phone – an S-6 – and offered it to her dad. They spent an hour doing what she called a “Smart Swap”, automatically switching all of his info – pictures, contacts, apps, etc. – from the older model to the newer one.

When we got home he discovered the new phone wouldn’t work so he called Eldest Daughter to ask her advice. She checked on-line and discovered that the service did not show it had been changed from one phone to the other, and suggested he call Verizon to see what was up.  The upshot of this three hour marathon is that the S-6 is too old to be activated. And, because the tech at Verizon had deactivated the S-4 in the middle of this mess, it is even older and cannot be reactivated.  The Squire now has two Smart Phones, neither of which work.

Me? I’m sticking with my trusty, dusty flip phone from Target.

A Week’s Work . . .

7 Feb

. . .in one morning.

I had to take the cat to the vet yesterday, and Eddie wasn’t having any of it, thank you very much.

First off, it took me for-bloody-ever to get him into a carrier. Any carrier. He howled and clawed and carried on over the first two, so I had to find keys and boots to get the largest one out of the barn. That bad boy is big enough that our great-grandkids could set up a playhouse in there. While I am trying to wrestle with the cat, the dog is bouncing around, getting under my feet and “talking” up a storm. “What is she doing to you, Eddie? Are you OK?”

“Momma, watch out! Eddie’s mad!”

In the chaos Eddie jumped onto the dining room table and knocked over a glass of juice, so everything was on hold until I got that mopped up before it ran on to the carpet.  Once I managed to jam the cat into the carrier, I had to get out the door. Eddie weighs fifteen pounds and I’d wager the carrier is at least that heavy. And it is HUGE.  (I think it might be the one we had for Brinks, our beloved pit-boxer mix.)

It took me so long to get through the door that I set off the alarm, and then I discovered I’d left my keys on the counter. Dash around to get the house key – a two step job, as the actual key is located elsewhere – and of course, by the time I unlocked the door, the alarm company was on the phone, about ten seconds away from calling the cops.

And I still managed to get to the vet’s on time!

That Reminds Me . . .

28 Jan

Over on GoComics we’ve been having a discussion about trump and all the jobs he claims he has created. And that reminded me of a certain nephew. . .

Long ago and far away –  one of The Squire’s nephews came to live with us. For the most part he was a good kid, but I had one sister, and we raised three daughters, so dealing with a teenaged boy was a shock to the system. He was a tremendous help to The Squire, helping tear out and replace the downstairs floor from the dining room window to the fireplace. He mowed the lawn and dried the dishes. What he did NOT do was go out and earn some money.

One day, I was mopping the kitchen floor and we got into a discussion about Ronald Reagan, whom Nephew considered one of the country’s greatest, an opinion I did not share. “Why. What has he done that’s so wonderful?”

Nephew stood there for a moment, and finally replied that Reagan had gotten the unemployment rate down.  “And do you know how? When you run out of benefits, you simply cease to exist! That’s why the rate is down!”

“Oh, there are jobs out there.”

I slammed my fist down on the counter so hard that the dishes danced. “Then why don’t you go get one?”

Nephew fled the room, but he tiptoed back a few moments later to ask if I’d like him to finish mopping the kitchen.

“Yes, please.”

 

No Words

27 Jan

Back in September, 2016, The Squire put a piece of PVC pipe in the linen closet to hang up all of the spray bottles.  During dinner yesterday he spilled gravy on a white polo shirt, and asked me what to use to keep it from getting stained.

I told him we had several types of laundry pre-wash,  and made a “squeezing” motion with my hand. He trotted into the bathroom with the shirt, and when he returned he remarked, “It’s a good thing we understand each other.”

Sometimes, when you’ve been married as long as we have, there are no words necessary.

Ungrateful Hound

25 Jan

I happened to pass an independent pet store today on my way to an appointment. Their sign said they had CBC oil in stock, so I made a mental note to return after I was finished, which I did.

Blazer has arthritis, and I was hoping that might help him. As it turned out, the CBC oil was w-a-a-y more than I could afford – $80 for a six week supply – but they had a bin of expired items, free for the taking, so I grabbed a bag of dogfood on the way out.  When I got in, I opened the bag and offered Blazer a handful of kibble.

He wasn’t interested.

It’s just as well I hadn’t spent the $20 the bag was marked – for five pounds! It says it’s beef, but it must be part gold. Yeesh.

 

A Slight Miscalculation

21 Jan

DSCN0776It is time for our semi-annual toothbrush change, so I wandered in the direction of the Dollar Tree and bought us new ones.

They don’t fit into the holder, and now that they’ve been opened we can’t return them. We didn’t use them, but it kills me to toss them out.  I think I’ll just get my trusty, dusty scalpel and shave down the handles.

If they don’t tilt over in the meantime.

I Don’t Know What Came Over Me

20 Jan

One of those Whatever Are They Thinking  articles in a 1950s women’s magazines suggested cleaning out one or two kitchen cabinets a week, in addition to wiping down the fronts, etc. Actually, it sounded pretty reasonable. We are playing “Let’s Pretend We’re Moving” with a bit more vigor lately, so I decided to hit the three-door cabinet over the mixing counter.

Well, now.

I pulled everything off one shelf at a time, wiped off, tossed out, consolidated, and wondered “Where on earth did that come from?” more than once. I swear, a fair amount of the stuff in the cabinet had belonged to either my mum or my grandmother! I discovered three – three! – half jars of oregano, several different types of ginger, and two jars of fennel seeds. Weird stuff. AllRecipes.com doesn’t have a single suggestion for cracked ginger, and only one recipe for the crystalized stuff. Fennel tea is supposed to be good for an upset stomach; I can only figure there had been an epidemic at some time. Two bottles of rose water – the unopened one will go to a Indian lady at church, and I’ll keep the other.  Three bags of chocolate chips – two opened and one not. They filled a quart container.

I went to the Dollar Tree and got two different sizes of plastic baskets; the long narrow kind to corral all of my extracts, and the larger ones to get all of my “sprinkles” in one place. I think my next job will be to clean out the cabinet where I store all of my cake decorating supplies, and see what’s still fit to use.

Two trips to the compost heap, a second trash bag, and the recycling bin is overflowing, but oh, my it looks nice in there.