March 26, 2007

• Mini-Rant and Micro-Vent

  Our new mouse arrived this afternoon.  About time!  We pay for 2-day shipping and wait five days to get it.  If we had opted for the next-day shipping, it would have taken three or four days and would have cost six times as much as the value of the merchandise. That’s life on the edge of the back of beyond.  It has its compensations, I guess.  Living here, I mean.  Yes, that has its compensations.

  It might have been possible to post here without the mouse, but I wasn’t ready to try to learn the keyboard secrets.  It was quite distressing enough just listening to Doug mutter, curse, and occasionally scream as he tried to navigate.  The peace that descended on this household today, after he unpacked the box, was astounding.  He had been sleepy and about ready to go to bed at the time, but having the mouse to use helped him stay up a few hours longer.  This means I’ll be up a few hours longer tonight or risk having the fire go out.  Oh, well, at least I can blog.

  I already had a backlog of blog ideas because I’d been doing Iditarod reports for a couple of weeks.  I may never get them all covered, because new ones keep coming up.  I have been keeping a list of ideas as they occurred to me the last few days while I was reading.  I’m considering starting with the topic of politics, since that one was suggested by a couple of comments received on the last entry before the mouse broke.  I have been thinking about politics from time to time ever since last Wednesday.  Synchronistically, several apt quotes about politics came up in some of the things I was reading.

  Before I can really focus all my attention on blogging, I’ve got to finish a job I started days and daze ago:  portioning out a month’s supply of nutritional supplements.  It’s been rougher than usual, getting all my little bottles in neat rows and deciding which big bottles I need for filling them.  I had to move furniture and do some strenuous stuff standing on my head because the cats had rearranged my supplies and equipment and I had stacked a bunch of books and magazines in my way.  The job is now at the point where I need to move the unneeded “big” stock bottles off my bed, set out the little bottles, remove the lids, portion out the pills, cap the bottles.  Then, after I put the mess away, I will feel free to blog.

  Cats!  I’m so glad we got Hilary spayed.  Her first litter we call the ABCs:  Alice (who went semi-feral about the time her mom’s second litter was born), Bobo (Bobobobo Bobobo, who does all the nasty tomcat dominance things such as fighting, spraying, and mounting everything in sight), and Cecil who was my favorite, and who disappeared.  While the ABC’s were small, we adopted Albion.  He competes with Bobo in caterwauling and spraying contests.

  Hilary’s second litter, four males, we called the Horsekittens of the Apocalypse.  Max is attempting to outdo Bobo and Albion in all the nasty tomcat activities.  The other three are relatively mellow, but neither Buzz, Sammich, nor Faust (AKA Bobito) is totally free of tomfoolery.  The last litter consist of the two females we recently had spayed, Fancy and Tabby, and their brother Jones.  We call them the Three Stooges — madness and mayhem.

  I had thought when I sat down here that I’d do a quick little rant about how I’ve been feeling physically.  The more I think about it the less I think I’d be able to keep it brief.  I think I’ll just hobble back over to the mess on my bed and see if I can get the pill mill all bottled up before it’s time to slide between the sheets tonight.

  If I have enough energy left when I’m done, I’ll come back and take on politics… maybe.

  

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