Global Warming & The Grind

(Michelle Obama's White House Kitchen Garden)

While every day is a new day, when you have my memory (which is not a good memory), each day feels like the last.  And sometimes you think it's the next.  Thus, why I am happy for the arrival of fall - and change that I can believe in.

Now, I know with global warming getting increasingly bothersome, the dog days of summer - or as Georgie likes to call them, the cat days - seem to have extended well beyond their expiration date.  You can practically hear the words on everybody's lips.

Georgie loves tropical weather and she also loves water, so more of either of those things, and you have a cat that is shamefully doing all she can to make global warming worse.  When she isn't sunbathing on the windowsill or tearing holes in the shower curtain she is plugging in all my outlets and blasting the AC window unit at 60 degrees.  She also wants a cadillac with tinted windows.

Last time I took her to the vet, she was upset that people could see her through her carrier.  I got a phone call 1 hour after dropping her off.  Something to the extent of "We can't bathe Georgie.  She's 'grumpy.'"

First, Georgie is grumpy 90% of the time and I don't see how it makes her any more difficult to handle.  Second, the Kansas City groomer seemed to bathe her just fine, and quite frequently.  And they were cheaper than Dupont.

So she thinks she can play this game of "new place, new Georgie" with me, but it isn't fooling anybody.  Guess who has a grooming appointment over Christmas in KC?

So...Fall.  That means movies, "spirited" hot chocolate, a good book, falling leaves...

Yeah none of that will be happening.  Except maybe the falling leaves part.  All of the two I may see out of my window that drift into the parking lot.

I may be an owl for halloween, if I am even something.  I found a mask for that.  Georgie is going to be a Lynx.  Another thought I had was an alcoholic...

Hmmmm....not much else going on here on a Sunday morning.  I am going to read some cases about stalking protective orders in Oregon (and maybe need to break out the color coded highlighting for that one), and perhaps give the new resident family doctor (Doctor of Education, that is) a call.  My brain is feeling ill, plus she's the only one thats up this early anyway.

Did I mention there is a new doctor in the family?  And I like her new initials now.  E.D.O'D.  E.D.D.  (Ok, I toyed with the last name to make it work.)   Congrats Liz!  Dr. Liz as she'll be referred to from now on...

And now to wait for the most immediate change I can believe in - niece "Rachel/Rebecca" that should be making her appearance any day now.

Yup, I narrowed it down.  And I know that I guessed it, so don't even bother trying.

Georgie Does Her Laundry

Ok, so in reality I am doing it for her.  Georgie doesn't do that sort of thing.  She's tanning right now.

D.C. finally cooled down and I can chill out, too.  Georgie loves the heat, but she's a sun worshipper.  I've told her to take in less because of the side effects.

It's been a long couple of weeks.  A whirlwind trip home last weekend, and a little road trip therein to Spencer, IA, for Grandma's funeral, was actually a "nice" break.  Granted, I had to play a little catch up, but I'll gladly play that game for a little reunion time and a glimpse of midwest in September.

Grandma's visitation and funeral were just how I think she would have liked them.  Lauri made a video tribute and the grandkids got to see Grandma like we've not really seen her before.  And the weather was perfect.

I gorged all weekend.

The whole crew made it back, except for Mandy who is getting ready for niece "Rachel/Sarah/Samantha/Rebecca" very soon.  My money is on those names.  Georgie guessed that they would name her Tish.  We'll see...

The school week sucked, but I have a feeling that will be the story for the entire three years ahead, so just don't ask.

Georgie commanded I call a groomer.  Ever since she "quit" the job at the beauty shop (she says she "quit", but I've put "quit" in " " because I've heard other stories...) she's done nothing but lounge on the window or her tree.  She's also taken to jumping on the top of the kitchen cupboards, and subsequently pounding on the stove when she jumps down.  Oh, and opening up the wall piece behind the sink (again, don't ask), jumping into the shower after it's been used, splashing her paw through the running water in the bathroom sink during use, and she's even fallen into the toilet - a first.  She's falling apart.  I think its stir crazy.  Plus, she lost all her benefits from the parlor, so I thought I'd hook her up with a little spa time and see if it gets her motivated to get back on the hunt.  Since Georgetown put her on automatic academic probation, she's contemplated other avenues.

Needless to say, she got her appointment for Monday.  All that toilet bowl water and those mats will be gone and a new Georgie will emerge.

So...yeah...the laundry.  My whites are probably dry by now, $1.75 cents later.  But we also can't forget the cost of my time walking down to the facilities when I really could be studying.  Or how much all that bleach cost me at the price-gouge Rite Aid, or how annoyed I'll be when Georgie furballs the bathroom rug the second I put it back on the floor.

All in a Saturday.

: ) Nick