There are things known and there are things unknown, and in between are the doors.
-- Jim Morrison
I guess I am not cut out to be a photo journalist though it would be a cool title. My mom and dad had major excitement this morning when a tree fell in the backyard onto the power lines blowing a transformer....It was a hellacious sight when I drove over today to check things out and visit mom but do you think I had my camera? It truly could make the local newspaper. Highway closed off below them, power crews in big trucks, huge hole in the yard, trees destroyed, lines everywhere....but no....no pictures.
It is rainy, yucky and Toonces is getting home really, really late tonight after driving his dad to visit his brother...(Fill's brother, T is an only child).......so where are my cats? Upstairs on the furniture, just where I like 'em! ----------Toonces will whine and pick at hair for a week.
For some reason at least once a week I go off and leave the lid up on the washing machine. Later I discover my clothes unfinished and the tub full just waiting for me to close the stupid lid. It happens more and more. I hope my brain is okay.
The other day Colleen did a post on weird things you do. I love to break out in song and dance. Really loud. I have set routines. I do not listen to country music....(I like the old outlaw stuff not the over produced, middle of the road, blah stuff out today)....anyway, in the grocery store I hear that crazy song that goes something like "Honkey Tonk and Donkey Donk." I have no idea what that means or if those are the right words, but it is stuck in my head. My words to the song are "Tuppy TUPS and Yuppy YUPS...." and I have a hip shake that goes with it....it is my song for the Thugs every morning, and almost every time I walk out of the house with them. Apparently I need to change things up because Toonces can predict what is coming up by what I am humming or singing....odd.
And speaking of country music....that I don't listen to....I have gotten sucked in like it's a tar baby to that new Rascal Flatts song What hurts the most... Oh I just love that song. I love trying to hit the notes. I love singing it really loud in the gym walking uphill on the treadmill with my iPod...well until Toonces quietens me down. (Other people might not like my voice) Who wouldn't like my voice?
And speaking of Colleen from Floyd again. (I know 2 now). I meant to tell her something. A while back I was on the couch reading one of her engaging posts. I made some noise and Toonces did the "what is it now" thing. I said, "Why can't I live in Floyd? Floyd has so many cool things going on. Colleen is ALWAYS up to something interesting. Why can't I live in a place like Floyd?" It was after a post on Colleen getting acupuncture. I keep talking about it and finally Martin said "Honey, it wouldn't be the same cool vibe for you....it wouldn't matter if you were in Floyd or here." "What the crap is that supposed to mean?!" I asked. "You are not Colleen" he said. "First of all you would end up getting poisoned somehow by the acupuncture needles. Then at the nice informal poetry reading each week you'd find someone you didn't like....then you would end up in a fight...." Fine, you'd think just one time in his life he could humor me.
Let me see....hmmm....oh, my hair is driving me insane.
I think that's everything. Completely caught up.
Enjoy your Labor Day Weekend! and Be Safe!
Oh and my new old dresser....