Grump Central Archive: Week of 26 April 2020

Saturday, 2 May 2020

Kitty dynamics have changed. The "cat clubhouse" over the refrigerator has been the domain of Roy and Zack practically since day one; they spend every afternoon together in there. (I was going to make a little sign to put over it: "Kitty Clubhouse—No Girlz."  Then yesterday Pris discovered it—after what, five months?—and took a liking to it. Trouble is, neither Roy nor Zack are willing to share it with her; now they're frustrated and dejected, opting instead for the tree and tussling over who gets the top tier. Amusing, to say the least!

Friday, 1 May 2020

Wow, just noticed that I was running a day ahead this week. No idea when it started or how it happened, but that's why yesterday's post didn't change from the day before—it was the only way to get back on track. Today is May Day, right? I've double-checked, and that seems to be the case. Sorry about that! (One of the side-effects of being retired: you can sometimes lose track of the days.)

Thursday, 30 April 2020

Actually did something on the house the other day: I finished installing the cooktop. I was tired of digging crud out from around the edge where it sat in the countertop, so I finally caulked it. Who knows, maybe that'll inspire me to do more...

Wednesday, 29 April 2020

Golly, it's almost May. I'll be updating May Day in just two days already.

Tuesday, 28 April 2020

Strangely, since I've moved here in 2014, I've never seen an opossum on the property, although I know they're around, since a number of guests have said they'd seen one, usually on the driveway. Then yesterday, by pure chance, I looked up and spotted not one, not two, but three of them wandering around the ravine very close to the house. Where have they been all this time? They're cute—in a really ugly sort of way.

Monday, 27 April 2020

This virus thing has crept into every aspect of every life. Things have come to a stop that really shouldn't: my TCO is now at a standstill... again. This time it's not my fault; people just aren't around to do their jobs. I suppose now that I can't be held accountable for not being compliant. Who's around to even fine me?

Sunday, 26 April 2020

I'm not a social person, not by a long shot. But with this virus lockdown, I've begun to realize I used to have company quite frequently—someone would stop by almost every other day. Now I just have my faithful "manservant" once a week. And I think I'm getting kind of lonely.

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