One of the members of our knitting group mentioned that she had an appointment with her neurologist. “He’s checking for stones.”
“Did you say Neurologist or Urologist?”
“Why? Is there a difference?”
“Well, unless somebody told you that you have rocks in your head, a neuro isn’t going to be checking for stones.”
For nearly as long as The Squire and I have lived here we have been putting out cheap dog food for the local wildlife – foxes, possums, raccoons, and the occasional coyote. For quite a while we fed both the foxes and the raccoons on the patio, with the two groups sitting back-to-back, and pretending the other critters weren’t there. Since we understand that not everybody is as kindly intentioned toward wildlife as we are, we decided to move the dishes to the “back forty” – the mowed strip behind the barn, under the power lines.
We had snow Monday night and into Tuesday and when The Squire went out last night to put out the food, he saw enough tracks to make one thinks we have a dozen foxes back there. We have quite a few black plastic “flats” from various frozen foods, so I suggested we put out several of those, instead of putting all of the kibble in one big dish. “That way, we don’t have one fox hogging all of the food.”
The Squire just looked at me. “You know, you really should have been zoo-keeper.”
It is common knowledge that The Squire and I really enjoy jigsaw puzzles. Our local library has a twice-monthly puzzle swap, and we are always the first in line, trading out grocery sacksful at a time. It’s gotten to the point that we have worked just about everything over there.
Eldest Daughter gave us (me!) a Book Puzzle for Christmas, which I am enjoying tremendously. When I get it finished, it will be 9 x 7 x4.
I had visions of having to buy all kinds of paint, but when I opened to box, I found all of the wood had already been stained or painted. Not that that is going to make life all that much easier, but it does save a lot of hassle.
As you can see, I do have a lot of my work already cut out for me. And more for me to cut out, as there are three sheets of book covers and other bits and pieces to be snipped and pasted here and there.
The Squire and I are both people watchers, and we’re seen some doozies. Mind you, we’re aware that folks probably think the same about us, but . . .
The woman was not too odd – long blond hair, very 1960-ish – but he was a real eye-catcher. He bore a strong resemblance to Kim Jong Un – chubby and the same weird haircut.
They played put-and-take with the grocery cart the entire time they were there. She’d put something into the cart, and he’d pick it up, look at it, and return it to the shelf. Turnabout is fair play, and when he took something off the shelf, she’d return it. They were there about fifteen minutes and only had one item – a box of pasta – in the cart.
The thing that struck us both was that this fellow had long fingernails – at least as long as mine – which were covered in a silvery grey polish.
To each his own, but you do wonder.
The day after Christmas, The Squire decided to sort through all of our greeting cards, looking for a birthday card for a dear friend who is turning 90.
Well.
Apparently, my habit of buying cards from House Mouse and then forgetting I have them and grabbing one at the Dollar Tree can have some serious consequences. For me, at least. The Squire put various get well, birthday, and sympathy cards, into hanging file folders, and then politely asked me to go through the Christmas cards and decided what I want to keep.
And, no, I can’t keep all of them.
This poor soul was looking for food in a puddle in our front yard. He was actually picking up small twigs and giving them a shake to see if they were edible.
I had some fish that was past its use-by date, so I cut it into small pieces and tossed it out. He flew back, but the fish wasn’t to his taste, so he left it. I think it was simply because it wasn’t live, but I’m not going to buy goldfish for him. I wonder how he’d feel about meal worms?
Well, the blue jays enjoyed my offering, at any rate.
Eldest Daughter sent me this link https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8hqLKaq/ because she knows I really like brie.
It didn’t work out quite as I had expected. But it was still tasty spread on thin wheat crackers.
For years, people have been hounding me about dropping my trusty flip-phone and get a smartphone. So far, I have resisted. The Squire has one, and it doesn’t impress me. It beeps and blips constantly. If he receives an email on the computer, his phone beeps. If the kitchen door is opened, the phone beeps. He has R2D2 living in his pocket!
While we were on vacation Eldest Daughter took us to a phone store to buy her Poppa a new phone. The pressing question was, Did I want The Squire’s old phone. I really, really didn’t, but with three pair of pleading eyes upon me, I finally agreed to take it.
I did not agree to use it.
The salesman wrote my phone number on a sticky note, but it fell off the back of the phone, so I don’t even know what it is. Doesn’t matter. I couldn’t remember it, anyway. Eldest Daughter loaded a really nifty app called Yuka, which allows you to scan the bar code of just about any food item and see its nutrional value. I took it to a meeting last week, and we had a great time playing with it. I took it to the grocery store and got a few surprises; things such as pretzels are not bad if you flick off the salt, but some “healthy” foods are anything but. I use Yuka and play solitaire on the new phone, but that’s it.
Pretty expensive toy, but that’s my opinion of smart phones, anyway.
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