Life is so hard
Sep. 11th, 2016 10:12 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
superbadgirlAll I want to do is lounge around with a cat or three, maybe watch a movie. Instead, I have to go outside and clear the landscaping in the back. Ugh, being a grown up...
Also, Pickle has declared war on the bedroom light switch, which she can't reach. So, she stretches for it, then sits and contemplates it for a while, then freaks out and jumps on the door frame instead. In fact, several door frames have Pickle-sized claw marks on and around them. I try to keep her nails trimmed but sheesh. I never imagined I'd have a cat with a vendetta against light switches, or the misdirected aggression toward door frames that apparently comes with it.
I still miss the dog and, sadly, she still hasn't been adopted out. It's breaking my heart.
ETA: Two hours of pushin' broom has earned me avocado toast for lunch and a nap. I have no way to haul the stuff I cleared to the dump, and it's all blackberry brambles, holly, ivy and morning glory. Prickly and insidious. Ugh! I might have to just pay someone to do the rest and haul away. I'm afraid my little two-seater car just isn't built for heavy loads, and I have the stamina for about two hours of work. I came in just drenched. Feels good, though, in an "I kinda accomplished something" way. You wouldn't know it by looking at the yard, though! LOL.
Also, after many years on this Earth with many of them wearing glasses, I've finally figured out the kitchen sprayer hose is perfect for cleaning the nooks and crannies of gross build-up.
Also, Pickle has declared war on the bedroom light switch, which she can't reach. So, she stretches for it, then sits and contemplates it for a while, then freaks out and jumps on the door frame instead. In fact, several door frames have Pickle-sized claw marks on and around them. I try to keep her nails trimmed but sheesh. I never imagined I'd have a cat with a vendetta against light switches, or the misdirected aggression toward door frames that apparently comes with it.
I still miss the dog and, sadly, she still hasn't been adopted out. It's breaking my heart.
ETA: Two hours of pushin' broom has earned me avocado toast for lunch and a nap. I have no way to haul the stuff I cleared to the dump, and it's all blackberry brambles, holly, ivy and morning glory. Prickly and insidious. Ugh! I might have to just pay someone to do the rest and haul away. I'm afraid my little two-seater car just isn't built for heavy loads, and I have the stamina for about two hours of work. I came in just drenched. Feels good, though, in an "I kinda accomplished something" way. You wouldn't know it by looking at the yard, though! LOL.
Also, after many years on this Earth with many of them wearing glasses, I've finally figured out the kitchen sprayer hose is perfect for cleaning the nooks and crannies of gross build-up.
