We are off to Hayward for a court appearance tomorrow, and lunch with Naomi if time permits. It wasn't so hot today; yesterday's 109 degrees was a record for the date.
A coherent and level headed article here about negative campaigning:
"The notion that negative campaigning is some toxic modern aberration in American democracy is bogus. No campaign may ever top the Andrew Jackson–John Quincy Adams race of 1828, in which Jackson was accused of murder, drunkenness, cockfighting, slave-trading, and, most delicious of all, cannibalism. His wife and his mother, for good measure, were branded a bigamist and a whore, respectively. (Jackson won nonetheless.)"
Ah, the jungle telegraph, lol! Talking to my uproad neighbor this morning, she asked if I'd heard about the power outage tomorrow. Nope. She's stunned: how NOT? How would I have heard? Post card (haven't picked up mail) Phone call (don't answer phone); left message (answering machine full up); newspaper last three weeks: don't read/get newspaper. Going to be major: the entire county from five ayEm to ten ayEm tomorrow morning. I wouldn't have had a clue. Bless the usefulness of fine neighbors!
She also suggested that it might be bunnies doing the damage to my garden rather than deer. She has a chainlink fence, and the babies can squeeze though *that* ~~ so she added a row of chicken wire around the bottom. . . .
Sweet, sweet, sweet picture of the girls, listener! Amazing, really the size difference! Blessings on them both for continued better/good health. Wonder how much catching up Mizzen will be able to do over the next months?
Our little teeny-tiny never did catch up. They're adults now, but she's half the size of mom and a third the size of her brother. She sure is a beauty though.
Our Morticia-cat is also quite small despite being the terror of the local bunny population. I've never seen any of her relatives so I have no idea if it's genetic or something else. FWIW, she seems to be part munchkin -- a breed with very short legs like a dachshund.
listener, if you don't mind, and you get a chance sometime, could you ask your bird loving son *why* a lady bunting might fall in love with one's house? This one has been trying to get in for three years now. We're tighter than we were, so she hasn't actually made it IN for a couple. But seeing her at the window/door kind of does spook me, lol! Both are under a roof, and the window prolly sparkles a bit, but the door is a screen surface and doesn't. It's almost like a giant hummingbird hovering for a minute or so before flying off. Last couple of days it's been pretty much all day at intervals. Thanks.
Stevie brought home a baby bunny once. I made him drop it, and I held it a bit: it was paralyzed with fear -- its tiny heart going a mile a minute, but otherwise didn't seem hurt. So I took it back out, and hoped its mum would rescue it before morning. I kept Stevie in the rest of the night. In the morning it was gone. I like to think it recovered and hopped off. . .
Well, puddle, had you slept in, as you sometimes do, you'd never have known! LOL!
Susan, we had a "little cat" named Maggie once. Mizzen is slowly gaining ground over Spinnaker. She now weighs *less than* a pound less than Spinnaker. She has a different body structure (different dads), so would lithely have benn a little smaller anyway. But it's moreso the illness because until a month ago they were nearly the same size. It probably should be a 10 to 20% difference genetically, but it has been a 100% difference recently!
I'd love to hang out, respond and chat, but I'm spent and have two sets of visitors tomorrow on a 93F day. Whoo!
Well, easy peasy, lol! Woke at about ten to five, came down, shut down the computer (I leave it on overnights in case I get sleepless, I don't have to start it up in a sleepy state). They didn't actually turn it off til about five fifteen, which I took as a not good sign. Woke before the boy, and we came down at about eight fifteen. Got the freezer and fridge empty, water boiling, and hot pans in. Went to feed the puss, and the lights came back on whilst I was there. Came back in, turned OFF both. and set up computer for the day.
On a *good* day I might have missed it altogether, lol!
Bill, glad your work load is giving you enough room to wiggle! Wiggling is a fine pastime, grin.
Listener, back in the day, we were breading Siamese cats for about a year, as we were finishing up, we gave the mother away, and kept one of her kittens, Peach Puss, who never stopped nursing -- on her Dad. Sam was a huge (nearly twenty pounds) Lilac Point Tomcat, and he never objected. Used to break me up! The other scene I remember so clearly, and will till I die, is driving home to Utah with six kitties and two big dogs, driving through Cleveland in a rain storm, and Nilla on the scenic deck of the cat cage (homemade) washing the faces of his sisters and we careened through rush hour traffic!
Howard is very firstly, and kitties are cute!
ReplyDeleteWe are off to Hayward for a court appearance tomorrow, and lunch with Naomi if time permits. It wasn't so hot today; yesterday's 109 degrees was a record for the date.
A coherent and level headed article here about negative campaigning:
http://nymag.com/print/?/news/frank-rich/negative-campaigning-2012-6/
An excerpt:
"The notion that negative campaigning is some toxic modern aberration in American democracy is bogus. No campaign may ever top the Andrew Jackson–John Quincy Adams race of 1828, in which Jackson was accused of murder, drunkenness, cockfighting, slave-trading, and, most delicious of all, cannibalism. His wife and his mother, for good measure, were branded a bigamist and a whore, respectively. (Jackson won nonetheless.)"
Sobering. Shame on John Quincy Adams!
DeleteAh, the jungle telegraph, lol! Talking to my uproad neighbor this morning, she asked if I'd heard about the power outage tomorrow. Nope. She's stunned: how NOT? How would I have heard? Post card (haven't picked up mail) Phone call (don't answer phone); left message (answering machine full up); newspaper last three weeks: don't read/get newspaper. Going to be major: the entire county from five ayEm to ten ayEm tomorrow morning. I wouldn't have had a clue. Bless the usefulness of fine neighbors!
ReplyDeleteShe also suggested that it might be bunnies doing the damage to my garden rather than deer. She has a chainlink fence, and the babies can squeeze though *that* ~~ so she added a row of chicken wire around the bottom. . . .
ReplyDeleteSweet, sweet, sweet picture of the girls, listener! Amazing, really the size difference! Blessings on them both for continued better/good health. Wonder how much catching up Mizzen will be able to do over the next months?
ReplyDeleteOur little teeny-tiny never did catch up. They're adults now, but she's half the size of mom and a third the size of her brother. She sure is a beauty though.
DeleteSusanD
Our Morticia-cat is also quite small despite being the terror of the local bunny population. I've never seen any of her relatives so I have no idea if it's genetic or something else. FWIW, she seems to be part munchkin -- a breed with very short legs like a dachshund.
DeleteSounds like a cutie! =^. .^=
Deletelistener, if you don't mind, and you get a chance sometime, could you ask your bird loving son *why* a lady bunting might fall in love with one's house? This one has been trying to get in for three years now. We're tighter than we were, so she hasn't actually made it IN for a couple. But seeing her at the window/door kind of does spook me, lol! Both are under a roof, and the window prolly sparkles a bit, but the door is a screen surface and doesn't. It's almost like a giant hummingbird hovering for a minute or so before flying off. Last couple of days it's been pretty much all day at intervals. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteI'll ask!! Curious!
DeleteJust a reminder while I'm thinking of it: my electric will be out from five tomorrow morning til ten. Lord willing and the crick don't rise, lol!
ReplyDeleteYou know, I've been told that this is supposed to be, "... and the Creek don't rise." (note capital letter)
DeleteLol! That werks for ME!
DeleteStevie brought home a baby bunny once. I made him drop it, and I held it a bit: it was paralyzed with fear -- its tiny heart going a mile a minute, but otherwise didn't seem hurt. So I took it back out, and hoped its mum would rescue it before morning. I kept Stevie in the rest of the night. In the morning it was gone. I like to think it recovered and hopped off. . .
ReplyDeleteActually, that is likely!
DeleteHey all!
ReplyDeleteWell, puddle, had you slept in, as you sometimes do, you'd never have known! LOL!
Susan, we had a "little cat" named Maggie once. Mizzen is slowly gaining ground over Spinnaker. She now weighs *less than* a pound less than Spinnaker. She has a different body structure (different dads), so would lithely have benn a little smaller anyway. But it's moreso the illness because until a month ago they were nearly the same size. It probably should be a 10 to 20% difference genetically, but it has been a 100% difference recently!
I'd love to hang out, respond and chat, but I'm spent and have two sets of visitors tomorrow on a 93F day. Whoo!
Soon!
lithely (a la iPhone auto-guesser) = likely
DeleteWell, easy peasy, lol! Woke at about ten to five, came down, shut down the computer (I leave it on overnights in case I get sleepless, I don't have to start it up in a sleepy state). They didn't actually turn it off til about five fifteen, which I took as a not good sign. Woke before the boy, and we came down at about eight fifteen. Got the freezer and fridge empty, water boiling, and hot pans in. Went to feed the puss, and the lights came back on whilst I was there. Came back in, turned OFF both. and set up computer for the day.
ReplyDeleteOn a *good* day I might have missed it altogether, lol!
Bill, glad your work load is giving you enough room to wiggle! Wiggling is a fine pastime, grin.
Listener, back in the day, we were breading Siamese cats for about a year, as we were finishing up, we gave the mother away, and kept one of her kittens, Peach Puss, who never stopped nursing -- on her Dad. Sam was a huge (nearly twenty pounds) Lilac Point Tomcat, and he never objected. Used to break me up! The other scene I remember so clearly, and will till I die, is driving home to Utah with six kitties and two big dogs, driving through Cleveland in a rain storm, and Nilla on the scenic deck of the cat cage (homemade) washing the faces of his sisters and we careened through rush hour traffic!