Author: lis

hey look, here comes the snow. I suppose one of the only nice things about it is that you can see animal tracks easily, including these little birdie footprints on our porch steps.

hey look! it’s the yard! there’s grass! the snow has finally melted and we can see the yard.

Does this ever happen to you? You’re feeling a bit peckish so you go to the fridge. What to have? some yogurt, perhaps? maybe a pear? a scrambled egg? the dead rat you put in there yesterday?

didn’t think so. no one I know has these things happen to them.

I just love that this thing is called a “manlift.” What a great word. MANLIFT.

the fact that its name is “Miss Linda” just makes it funnier.

I had an appointment in a small office building today, the kind that houses many accountants, therapists, independent lawyers, that sort of thing. And in the lobby is this little arrangement:

I think it’s kind of odd. I mean, who’s going to play a game of checkers, right in the lobby? Competing accountants on their lunch break? A couple on their way to therapy? I just don’t know…

I admit to being intimidated by Home Depot and stores like it. I guess it’s the whole idea of buying something that needs to be carted around in one of these:

Everyone I know spells it out for their pets, and I have no idea why we do it.  But anyway, today was the kitties’ annual check-up. Both got good clean bills of health, although Winnie seems to be developing a bit of arthritis in her left knee. The vet said it was pretty stiff, and gave us some meds to sprinkle into Winnie’s food.

Fortunately for our vet, both kitties are very good natured. Parker may not be happy about what’s happening in this picture, but he doesn’t get violent about it.

OK, Newton, get on the stick. It’s almost March. I really think it’s safe to take down your Christmas tree lights and “Happy Holiday” signs. Come on now…

I’ve heard about this woman from coworkers–the Chinese woman who sings folk songs badly at the train station. I suppose it’s possible it was a different person–this woman was mutilating Elvis, not John Denver.  Maybe on Saturdays she cuts loose a little.

At the end of another long tiring day of February vacation week at work, my slippers are a most welcome sight.