Time to play that semi-annual game of “how many goddamn clocks do we have in this house, anyway?” Soon to be followed by a round of “how to I change the clock on the car stereo?” I think I’ve managed to catch almost all of them – especially the ones that matter – the thermostats, water heater timer and coffee maker. I need my fake coffee and hot water in the morning. I don’t seem to be suffering any ill effects from the time change, though I did stay in bed until much later than usual (not that I wasn’t awake; my brain was making too much noise and I had to put the ear buds in and listen to some Pumpkin Radio). Now I’m trying to muster up the ambition to head out to Pixley for the weekly supplies.
I wish I could sit down and explain things to animals. Like, I’d like to talk to the mice and tell them to just stay away from the house so I don’t have to kill them. I mean, I wouldn’t really even mind them just staying in the basement if they’d just go outside to shit and piss. It’s kind of icky to find mouse turds floating in the cobwebs down there. I’d also like to explain to my dog why it isn’t a good idea to come in and lay down directly behind my office chair, because I really don’t want to roll over him (also, if you see me coming, either get up before I have to step over you, or after I’ve gone by, but please don’t get up while I stepping over you). And if I could explain to the cats that the dogs won’t chase them if they just wouldn’t run, they’d be much happier. Since they chase each other around, I don’t know why they seem to get so bent out of shape when the dogs chase them.
Oh well, time to get going. There’s an hour less of the weekend to get in before the dreaded arrival of Monday morning.
We have mice in Brooklyn, but it is largely because they have discovered food that I didn’t lock up: a bag of cat food, a piece of bread, etc. I made a very careful search last time we were there and we set some traps and killed one mouse for which I apologize. However, FEMA definitions aside, we don’t have a basement for the mice and the cats haven’t been to Brooklyn since the hurricane. We’re going in today so I will see how well our mouse prevention strategies have worked.
As for dogs chasing cats, I have come to believe that the cats like it. They obviously provoke it. When they don’t want to be chased they boldly stroll past Lola and challenge her if she tries to start chasing them.
Oh, the reason for out Brooklyn trip? The Building Dept inspected our new boiler and screwed up the paper work so we have to provide a key to the plumber so he can attend a second inspection. Hopefully the second time is the charm.
Oops. Fuzzy math. We lost an hour so I didn’t see Sal. I went over to see some friends who got geezily geeky about vinyl rekkids. I can think about worse things than hanging out listening to music. Lesson learned was whoever did the new mono Hendrix re-issues didn’t do a very good job. Maybe it was the fault of the source material though. Whoever did the Dylan mono box set was brilliant even to my single remaining tin ear.
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Yep, that Hugo Chavez was a velly bad man…
US special forces veteran links General Petraeus to torture in Iraq – video trailer
http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/video/2013/mar/06/james-steele-america-iraq-video