Two Days or Two Minutes?

  “I had been told that the training procedure with cats was difficult. It’s not.” “Mine had me trained in two days.” ~Bill Dana~ All cat people know of this training. For some it takes two days. For others, perhaps two weeks or a mere two minutes. It is not difficult training, but it is subtle and extremely effective. Some may call it merciless. These creatures are not stupid. They can tell time, order the filling of the food dishes,Read more

Jell-O with an L

When I was very young, I had a hard time saying yellow. It came out as “Lell-O.” Jell-O with an L. Hello with an L. I have vague memories of the Lell-O, but the correct pronunciation eventually made its way out of my mouth and all was right in the world. Yellow was yellow again. Yellow is not my favorite color and it’s not due to the long-ago missing Y. It’s simply a matter of preferring jewel tones and blackRead more

SoCS: A Trail of Instructions

It’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday and Linda Hill is asking bloggers to do this: “Write instructions for anything you know how to do. As detailed or as rambling as you’d like.” Really? Write instructions for something I know? Gah! I’ve spent a few hours this week writing instructions for a Human Resources manual. I’ve spent a larger number of hours on this beast since the beginning of the year, assisting colleagues around the state who operate in the same position.Read more

Go Help Yourself

It’s been forty-two years since I first met Mr. and Mrs. B. I will never forget that day. The former husband and I were dating and he took me to meet his childhood buddy and wife. Being just 19, still somewhat naive, and brought up by conservative parents who believed in manners, I was about to encounter a bit of a shock. As we drove down a long, gravel driveway, this black dog came bounding to meet us, tail wagging,Read more

Ten Cent Words

Early one morning at work… A co-worker and I were discussing why one of our Supervisors had reserved the conference room. Actually, it was more like guessing. When the conference room is reserved, the purpose of its use is not always clear. Sometimes the room is only reserved by name and the time period due to confidentiality – personnel issues, interviews, etc. We were wondering if it was a confidential thing, a meeting, or something else. Given our similar senseRead more

Mr. Foley’s River

This past weekend, Natasha and I were watching Sunday Morning on CBS. One of the featured stories was of people who live in a van or bus rather than a house or apartment. We found it rather interesting, this life choice, especially with the family of six, who live in a converted school bus, and the older gentleman who resides in a space that would be too cramped for my taste. You can read the story or watch the videoRead more

Musings from the Pod VII: It’s All I’ve Got

“Ugh…Gibbs.” “What?” “I’m disgusted.” “I told you there’s a reason why I don’t always cover the poo.” “This is not about you.” “Then what?” “Mom is filling up the big blue box with her clothes again.” “I know, I’m trying to ignore the situation or make her think I don’t care.” “That never works.” “It’s all I’ve got, dear Ziva.” “I wish mom would stay home.” “I thought about tripping her as she’s walking down the hall.” “What good wouldRead more

Identity: What Did I Miss?

I’m staring at the ID card I’ve had for several years. This card tells everyone Mary is a permanent employee for a state government agency and assigns an ID number. It also contains one of the few ID or driver’s license photos in which I don’t appear to have woken from a two-day drunk. ID stands for “identity,” but you wouldn’t learn much about me from the plastic rectangle that is clipped to a piece of wardrobe Monday through Friday.Read more

Musings from the Pod VI: 10 Minutes

“Alas, poor mackerel in a can. I knew it, Ziva, a fish of infinite taste, of most excellent cuisine. It hath borne me on my lips several times, and now, how cherished in my imagination it is! I want to gorge upon it!” “Gibbs, what are you doing?” “I’m filling in for mom, writing for her blog. What do you think?” “No.” “No? I thought I was giving everyone a bit of cat culture.” “By bastardizing Shakespeare?” “How did youRead more

It’s Okay!

At first, I LOL’d over Monday’s “Shame Your Pet” cat calendar page. I have a cat that yowls at 3:00 am out of pride for the smelly Baby Ruth he leaves uncovered in the litter box. Yeah, cats are weird. Then again… There are times when I think we’d all like to yowl about something at 3:00 am or any time of the day over the things that bring us joy. The first bike ride of the season. The coolestRead more

From the Kitchen…

Natasha and I haven’t danced a polka in the kitchen for some time. It’s a bit unnatural. I’m not sure why because we often intersect in the kitchen during supper and snack time and making of the foodstuffs. You’d think we’d knock each other over once in awhile, or dance. On Saturday, Natasha was standing near the cupboard door that I needed to open. As I began to open the door, I said to her… “Watch your head.” Her response?Read more

Yeah, why would you?

Gibbs and Ziva don’t have to ask me that question. They have a catnip banana. No need to chew on a piece of fruit. This post has been brought to you by the 2018 Texts from Mittens the Cat calendar and Linda Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday. If you are wondering what One-Liner Wednesday is all about, CLICK HERE. Linda G. Hill is the Queen of One-Liners and rules over her kingdom of followers. Check out today’s post and commit yourself to join theRead more