Owning Tolliver

This unintentionally turned into a book blog.  I have not finished a book in a while. Can you tell?
But I thought I would add some personal thoughts. Because that is what it was supposed to be. None of the thoughts would finish. They were fragments floating around. Not being whole, not being BIG. I could not do anything with them.

I am going to try, anyways.

One of the trials in owning a cat is animal disposal. There is always the continual getting rid of dead things bit, the hard part is when they are not dead. Two nights ago Tolliver, sweet thing, was going to keep playing with his poor captured mouse. It was paralyzed and squeaking and he was going to keep tossing it in the air and not killing it. I thought the compassionate thing to do would be to kill it.

Mouse dear, was on the deck, which right now has a carpet. I didn't factor this in. I thought that if I could bang the head in that would be fastest. It took too many thumps with a metal watering can to crush the head, because of the rug. But I finally did crush the skull in two and severed most of its neck. But, Heavens, it took forever. I felt traumatized. It is much much worse than banging on a fish. Poor mouse.  

Yes, I think I will rap that up. I will tell more stories later. Sorry to be yucky. Just thought I would what has bean going on in my life.

As every cat owner knows, nobody owns a cat.  ~Ellen Perry Berkeley

Getting through.

Good Grief! I might never have mentioned that I don't enjoy phone and yet somehow I spent almost 2 hours on the official lines trying to sort out RCM related madness. The first fax that I had to send off at the beginning of March... (not forming coherent sentences blah blah blah.) Anyway, I have no brain I have been chopped, diced, and filleted. Long and short of this weird day is, I did not get registered for my split exam and had to redo it all today under pressure. The situation RED and I are functioning under is odd enough, we are the first people in Canada to do the grade 10 voice split exam. Every time we phone head office we have to do this song and dance just to get through that this is something offered even though no one seems to now that. Did I mention that we are the FIRST people to do this? Ever? Yeah, we have the head office in a tizzy.

My brain is on the fritz. I would take the time to edit this but I kinda don't want to. So if it is full of errors, it is on my shoulders. My sun soaked shoulders. Yup, that is right, the sun came out. No, I am not sunburnt yet.

I did talk to RIG though. And we have....

Picnic Basket. I could not find a funky take on this.

Quote: The phrase "working mother" is redundant.  ~Jane Sellman
Because yesterday was Mother's Day.

BTW, I say and spell it Mum. Because I can.

Over and Out
 

Trying to do laundry.

I am never sure how to start little stories that don't really have a beginning but I still want to share. I just had to laugh at myself today.
So before I went to work this evening I knew I had to put on a load of laundry for the simple fact that I was running out of clothes. But I also knew I had to shower first because I can't run the washer and rinse my hair simultaneously. And what happened? Yes, I forgot to put on the laundry, and I didn't realise until at work I was asked to do ... Laundry. So there I was transferring from the washer and this bolt struck me. A total head desk moment. Call me a forget-it-often flower. Shower? Check. Laundry? Nope.
So all I really wanted in that moment was to go home and do my own laundry, because a) I had remembered that I have no clothes. b) I just really wanted to go home. Stuck at work doing the chore I had forgot to do at home which has slightly more dire consequences. (NO CLOTHES)
Oh, the irony.
Oh well.

I finished Penhallow finally. My gosh it was weird. No one died until about 70% of the book was finished and on top of that, the murder was describe as it happened and then, yes, more weird stuff, it was not solved by the police and then it ended. Like I said, weird.

I happen to like both Agatha Christie and Georgette Heyer. They can both be a little formulaic, but always enjoyable. But on the odd occasion they come up with loopy books. I just have to sit and shake my head. This one goes in the funky pile.

No RIG tonight.

Quote:
There is no snooze button on a cat who wants breakfast.  ~Author Unknown

Family Pictures

It is so easy to not write on this blog, but I am trying to not disappear totally.
My family had a professional portrait taken for the first time in 20 years yesterday. My father and I have evaded mum and her desire to capture us on film for a long time, but we caved and the end results were more pleasing than I anticipated. When we get our copies I might scan them in and show the world. Might.

Quote: Life is simple, it's just not easy.  ~Author Unknown


Random Image Generator.

I think RIG is being cheeky. We haven't needed sunglasses yet, and I am loosing hope that we will need them at all.

Pesto, food of minor gods.

My mum must approve of my pasta habit. She bought me a treat, one that she hates the smell of and still she loves me enough to buy something that makes her feel sick. Pesto. I adore pesto. I could and do eat it on everything. I eat pesto the way some people eat ketchup. And because of the herbaceous smell and bright green colour it feels healthy. My mummy loves me. Bunches. For which I will forever be thankful.

The random image generator had to go home so it could go to work. I have to come up with an image on my own. I can promise it wont be nearly as funny.
...

I tried. I just don't have that particular talent.

So have this instead.

Quote: “It would seem that you have no useful skill or talent whatsoever," he said. "Have you thought of going into teaching?”
― Terry Pratchett

DAY TWENTY-NINE

Please use your library.

Library's should be utilized as often as possible. I just hitchhiked on someone else card and consequently I have to many books to read. One down, five to go.

Nothing to say otherwise. Really.

This is for my new thing of cataloging how many and which books I read in a year.
The Morning Gift - Eva Ibbotson

The random generator of images asked for a screwdriver tonight. I hope this is the random item they were thinking of.

Quote: “Opera is when a guy gets stabbed in the back and, instead of bleeding, he sings.”
― Robert Benchley

DAY TWENTY-SIX

One should never have days off. They make one more tired when one has to go back to work. Also If one gets up at 5am one's eyes get tired by evening and one can't finish one's book. Blarg.

This is only for the sake of BEDA. If I wasn't doing it this would never exist.

Random Image

The random generator asked for a bear claw. It did not specify what kind.

Quote:“Never trust anyone who has not brought a book with them.”
― Lemony Snicket, Horseradish: Bitter Truths You Can't Avoid

DAY TWENTY-FIVE

Many Half Baked Ideas

Um... I have half formed ideas for several posts, but this is April, and I never fill out my ideas anyway. I gave up doing that when I finished my last exam with essay portions.

I was yawnig so hard this morning I thought my jaw was going to dislocate.

Growing friendships is work. Very rewarding work.

Trying to keep up with a bunch of sports without spare time is rough. (Case in point; I am watching a hockey while doing this.)

I pre-ordered the second season of Sherlock today. I almost bought it in Oxford. It was sitting behind the counter in Blackwell's and I sooooo wanted to buy it, but any DVD I bought there would never work here, so I refrained. I tacked it up to just another thing I have against living here. I love it most of the time, unless it comes to books, TV and choirs. Also old stuff.

My days are not long enough. Or I am just to dang tired to take advantage of the remaining day. I don't even have kids and I'm this knackered.  Sheesh, what a wimp.

I have to start practicing actual typing again. What I do is just not going to cut it.

Quote: A gentleman is one who never hurts anyone's feelings unintentionally.
Oscar Wilde

This baby rattle is an act of randomness. I asked for a suggestion of an object. This is what I got. Why do baby toys have to make so much noise?

 DAY TWENTY-TWO

Recreate?

Why the constant need to recreate stuff?
And yes, Blogger I am targeting you right now.
I get redoing some things, but, but...
Oh fine. I like when people rewrite fairy tales. Not always, but there has been more than one successful retelling done. I also collect versions of  the Twelve Dancing Princesses. So I can't be totally against the re-vamp.
Mostly I don't like it when people move stuff on my computer, I am too close to being a Luddite, that this messing with things always leaves me close to the edge of not being able to find anything. And I have control issues, I don't like not being able to find junk.
GRRR! Oh well. I must carry on.

Quote: A room without books is like a body without a soul.
 Cicero, (Attributed)
Roman author, orator, & politician (106 BC - 43 BC)










DAY TWENTY-ONE

Things Keep Happening

Day the Third:
There is lots planned for April. All of witch takes up a smidgen of brain space, space I don't have to share with stuff. And virtually none of it is really important in the big picture.

Easter is number one. This is the important one.

Number two is the premiere of season six of Doctor Who! This is big. I'm about to pop out of my skin.

Number three is going to involve planning. I can't be the only person I know who wants to watch Prince William and Kate get married. So I want to have a sleepover party, because the wedding will be at 3 am our time. All these things are happening in the space of 7 days. Such fun.

On Books "Far too many relied on the classic formula of a beginning, a muddle, and an end."

GERONIMO