Spring is here and the flowers are in bloom, so let’s visit Nefertiti, who’s looking like a cone-iferous plant today. Michelle H. explains: “My little fluff nugget has had some medical issues and must wear the Cone of Shame. But she still takes time out of her busy schedule to enjoy our garden-in-progress. In between bursts of rain.”
What a beauty!
Nefertiti looks gorgeous in anything! I hope her medical issues are resolved soon!
Aw sweetie. Try to think of it as the Cone of Healing. Or else as the Cone of If You Don’t Stop Scratching Your Stitches There’s No Dessert For You Tonight!
Oh, Nefertiti, it’s rainy here, too. You can come snuggle with me. I’ve been off work since Wednesday. It’s been nice. It was a dark and stormy night last night. (Well, I guess every night is dark, unless you live at the arctic circle or something.) I went to sleep to the sound of rain and wind. I like rain but the wind was a little nerve-wracking for a bit.
Thursday was my parents’ anniversary and on their way home from dinner the song they danced to at their wedding (“Shadow of Your Smile” by Johnny Mathis) happened to play on the radio. 🙂
Something I learned this week: Anatidaephobia is the fear that a duck is watching you.
This commercial almost makes me want to buy a magically-expanding mattress from the internet:
*sneaks off with Nefertiti while everyone is distracted*
That is a fabulous commercial! I’ll stop whatever I’m doing to watch any commercial that involves animals.
Fear that a duck is watching you??? Somebody actually felt that was a legitimate phobia? 🙂 🙂 🙂
And last but surely not least… I just love “little fluff nugget.” It’s a perfect description of that silly but gorgeous little Nefertiti. I hope all her medical issues are put to rest very soon.
Fluff nugget’s gonna fluff!
heehee! I love fluff nugget too!
I have a Casper mattress and I like it a lot. I can’t feel anything when the cats jump on it so I am not awakened in the middle of the night anymore. When I bought it I had it delivered to work because we have such a major theft problem in my neighborhood. I had to take a cab home with the box shoved in the back seat. The nice but very confused cabby asked what was in there and I said, “a mattress, obviously.”
Cool commercial but the big question is does the mattress come with all those wonderful animals?? If it does, I’m buying several.
*sees Allein sneaking off with Nefertiti and does a dive to block the door. Scoops up Nefertiti and runs while everyone else is helping Allein up off the floor. (so sorry, been watching too much hockey, lol)*
What a great commercial! I’m going to watch it again.
Now I want one. And my current mattress is less than 4 years old! (But I always wake up kinda achey. Must be age.
It’s gloomy and rainy here today but it’s supposed to be sunny and 20c (68f) tomorrow.
The big decision I’m facing this week is do I get my hait cut short or not, my hair is a little pass my shoulders at the moment and I’m really tired of fighting with it.
My husband doesn’t like short hair (not that he has ever tried to stop me, I have had it short before) but he says he wouldn’t mind this time if I colour it green or blue or something like that. I’m 61 years old aren’t I too old for crazy coloured hair?
No way Gigi! Have at it with the color! I love seeing, um, more mature women with brightly colored hair. It exudes confidence along the lines of, “I’ve reached a certain age and I don’t give a da*n what you think of me.” I myself will do magenta at some point. 🙂
Go for it Gigi – both shorter hair AND a new color. I’ve seen some pretty cool colors on women – dark magenta for brown/black hair, lavender grey for lighter hair, and of course all the other shades. I’ve had short hair for years because my hair just loves to do its own thing and like you I just hate fighting it or taking way too much time to style it with a hair dryer, curling iron etc. Just no patience for it.
No, you are NOT too old for crazy coloured hair. Go for it! You can always change it back later if it feels too weird. One of the few things I enjoy about getting older is not giving a rat’s behind what other people think.
I agree with Lucy’s Mom and the others Gigi!! Do what you want!! It will feel sooooo good 😺😜. Life is short have fun…sometimes its the little things that give us the most joy.
Heck no!! I’m the most unobtrusive, let me hide person you could be and I’m 63, have never done anything like that and would love a green streak in my hair! Alas – such things are not allowed where I work…..
Do it, Gigi, if you want to. My philosophy is
not to wait for some cosmic permission slip
to do something. Just go for it. Use a temporary
color and give it a shot. If not now, when?
“cosmic permission slip” – that’s brilliant!
It really is. I definitely plan on using it myself – with attribution – I guess as an ad for Cutetropolis and our commenters.
Thank you! Makes me feel good.
Gigi, you’d fit right in with turquoise blue or violet or electric orange or cotton candy pink hair here in Cremona, Italy (home of Stradivarius)! Enjoying a week off school, re-learned how to ride a bike, and have even taken some time to be creative. And the food is heavenly (I have eaten at least six different kinds of ravioli)… highly recommend as a tourist destination!
One goes to Italy ostensibly for the history, the art,
the scenery, but at the end of the day, it’s all about
the food. You have only sampled the ravioli. Look
for the cheese filled with truffles shaved over it.
You may not leave.
I ate guinea fowl tonight, served over provolone fondue garnished with truffle oil. You’re right, Phred’s Mom, I may never leave!
Smart move. OR non-move, there.
Happy weekend everyone! I took yesterday off as a much needed mental break, so I still have all weekend to get everything else done and maybe have a little bit more time for mental breaks. We are having a good steady rain today, so maybe I can get into the garden tomorrow and yank up weeds and plant things. I think I will spend today cleaning. It’s long overdue.
Anyone else getting only boxes for imogis? Even when I typed colon, close paragraph, I get just the box.
It’s a glorious day in York, and I’m spending it hunched over the computer working on the Pantomime book. Today’s excerpt is an example of the staggering scenic effects and huge casts employed in Victorian Christmas pantos. From a review of the 1878 production of ‘Jack and the Beanstalk” at Covent Garden:
‘In the Grand Palace of King Pippin the stage exhibited its dimensions to its fullest extent. The scene consisted of light columns, which sustained arches of carved wood, which formed the ceiling; towards the back, left, and right, broad staircases led the way to a large, handsome balcony or gallery; while the back centre of the stage was open to allow entrance for the vast concourse of ballet ladies that were soon to strike the spectators with wonder and delight. First came an artistic band of wind instruments, the performers being dressed in blue and gold, and playing as they marched. These were followed by ballet ladies in green and silver, with point skirts; then excellent property hippopotami, attached to triumphal cars, in which classically-draped ladies stood, were led on by their keepers, with expressive faces and heads of a large size, followed by girls in white bodices, with zig-zag stripes of green; to them succeeded others dressed in purple and white, who gave place to those dressed in light blue and silver armour, to be in turn pursued by others clad in red, after whom were led buffaloes guided by their sable attendants. Then came ladies with dresses of yellow striped with brown, and wearing gold armour; then some with drab bodices and puffed shirts, then with lavender and blue, then with white striped with orange; to these succeeded Giants, ladies with the bodice black and skirt yellow; others with light and dark blue, scarlet and gold, white and mauve, one leg of the tights being striped and one plain white; heralds with silver tunics, cooks bearing a capital property wedding cake, giant groomsman and bridesmaids, ballet ladies dressed completely in silver, all with the most suitable head-dresses, some wearing helmets; and ever and again this pageant of loveliness was interrupted by property zebras, or lions, or reindeer, who joined the procession with the triumphal cars we have already described. So the charming crowd came on in all the bewildering sheen of sparkle and light; meanwhile the band had marched up the staircase and had taken their places in the balcony, there to play alternately with the musicians in the orchestra, and at times to combine with them.’
Holy moley!! How big was that stage and how did they get everyone to fit?? It sounds like there might be more people on the stage than in the audience. Must have been very impressive to see.
The stages of the main London theatres were huge and labour was cheap – dancers in particular were paid a pittance. One 1870’s show featured THREE HUNDRED children!
I was thinking pay must have been low. I just don’t understand the attraction of pantomime though. It’s just really posing. It’s very interesting that people liked it so much and that there was so much of it and it was taken so seriously. I guess I’m missing something.
The traditional English pantomime was a mixture of stories taken from fairytales or novels with fantasy elements, songs – often parodies of popular music – knockabout comedy and no-expense-spared spectacle. The original pantomime element, wordless drama featuring the Commedia dell’arte characters, was tacked on the the end of the show and gradually disappeared altogether.
Ah! That makes more sense.
Are you reading about Joseph Grimaldi? I am fascinated by him. What a life.
I read an excellent biography of him a few years ago and really need to read it again. His career ended before ‘The Era’ became a predominantly theatrical paper so I’ll have to search older publications for details of his panto performances – thank goodness for the British Newspaper Archive and the internet!
Sounds like everyone is having some good times this weekend. N. Fritz – Cremona sounds fantastic and six kinds of ravioli??? I’m on the next flight.
Oh poor Nefertiti, I’m so sorry you have to wear the cone but just think if it does fill up, you have your own portable water dish. Only downside, you might get your beautiful fur wet. Love her markings and her floofiness.
Going up to visit our sick friend today. He’s back in hospital so some good thoughts would be appreciated.Then out to dinner tonight to celebrate a friend’s 40th birthday. And tomorrow deal with all the usual errands and if there’s time, work out in the garden.
Have a fantastic weekend and for those who celebrate – Happy Easter and Happy Passover!!!
I have a complete bed from Caspar, frame, support, mattress, that replaced one given to Salvation Army and I can truthfully say it was worth every penny.
Finally actually got to the grocery store in Simon’s Cat Pop Time. Kitten is freaking out a cucumber. It’s hilarious.
That should say “freaking out at a cucumber,” of course. The cucumber seems rather unperturbed.
Hence: cool as a . . .
Ah, the bitter evolutionary struggle between cat and cucumber!
But what if you are not afraid of being watched by a duck?
Anatidaephilia?
Is there a different word for someone who’s afraid of being watched by a goose or a flamingo?
Wasn’t there something in a Marx Brothers movie re viaduct (why a duck) or am I hallucinating again? 😃
Apparently anatidae covers all water fowl, duck, goose or otherwise.
Fear of being watched by a flamingo is phoenicopteriphobia.
Fear of being watched by a squirrel is sciurophobia.
Nefertiti still manages to look regal, even with the cone. I like how the black rim around the cone matches her beautiful fur, and the yellow in her fur almost matches the daffodil!
This afternoon we’re headed to a friend’s law school graduation party, which is about an hour and a half away and being held in a lodge that was used for a lot of the filming of the show Twin Peaks. We met her and her hubby a couple years ago at a concert by a local band we’ve been following for many years, and we’ve been friends with them ever since.
My mom hasn’t had any “episodes” (abdominal pain/vomiting/partial intestinal blockage) for two weeks now, so fingers crossed and knocking on any wood I can find, maybe things are finally settling down.
Happy Easter and Passover to those who celebrate! We’ll be going to the above-mentioned friend’s house for an informal brunch tomorrow morning and then just a light dinner at home later.
Happy Caturday, everybody! And happy holiday to those celebrating Passover or Easter!
Seems like everybody’s got good news this weekend, which is fantastic. Except poor Nefertiti, who’s rocking that cone with style. Feel better, beautiful girl. Gigi, go for short hair and a razzledazzle color.
I’m at a decision point: clean up, pick up more supplies at Home Depot, and then put on my grubbies again for more tiling? Or just call it a day? If I finish tiling today, I can grout tomorrow. If I put off tiling until tomorrow, I probably won’t grout until next weekend–that means more days showering in the basement shower, which is really kinda icky.
Love that term for dirty job clothes : grubbies.
I will use it, if I may, Debg.
Spring is here, my lilacs are blooming. I was worried about them, because warm weather made them bud, then it got cold again. My husband was approved for disability (on the first try!) and we were issued a check. The utilities are current, thanks to pay agreements, where they divvy up the owed amount into 12 payments added to your future bills. His back is much better after his vertebraplasty, his foot wounds are almost healed. One drawback is the wrist, which, with the infection, and the removal of the external fixator too soon, healed crooked. His xray looks like his whole hand slid off to the left. We have an appointment on Tuesday with the hand specialist who will likely have to do surgery. Thanks to the disability check, we have the money for that office visit, they said they will need $100 up front to make plans for his wrist repair. Until then, they gave him a brace to wear to help with the pain. Who knew a crooked wrist could cause so much pain? We also had a friend come over to clean up the mess in the yard from the porch repair that was interrupted when the husband got sick in December. The city had been out to check on the progress, and the guy was understanding when he took one look at my husband and his injuries. It will be another 2 or 3 months before he will be able to finish the repairs, but at least the pile of shingles and boards is gone.
Patty, this is such great news! I hope all the good stuff continues.
That’s great, Patty! I’ve heard it’s really rare to get approved on the first try.
Yeah Patty!! You deserve all the good news you can get.
Wonderful news! For a while it was non-stop disaster for you and now the sun is out! The disability benefit approval has got to be a huge relief.
Wrists can give monster pain, Patty. I have a bony
prominence, to use the doctor’s phrase, on my right
wrist that is interfering with the tendon in that area,
giving me what feels like a most unfunny funny bone
sensation if I move my hand in certain ways. X-rays
tomorrow. It’s frustrating now that the pain of the spinal
fusion is beginning to fade. Seems like I am supposed
to have pain perpetually. Dagnabbit! I hope I won’t need
surgery. I use my right hand for nearly everything, and
I mean everything. Great news, Patty, that the disability
was approved. Gives wonderful relief. Be careful that
his working on the porch repairs, once healed, doesn’t
jeopardize the benefit. Take it easy.
Why do they need $100 up front?
We are self pay, no health insurance. They are willing to take $100 up front and do surgery, so I am not going to complain. Hopefully he will be approved for Medicaid, and they will go back 3 months to pay his medical bills. Otherwise, we will be paying his hospital bills until we die. He will probably (attempt to) pay friends and family members to finish the porch, rather than do it himself. I am glad to hear your pain from your spinal fusion is fading. My husband would recommend a vertebraplasty to anyone, because after laying flat for an hour for the cement to cure, when they got him out of bed, he was thrilled there was no pain at all. They said his back might be tender for a day or two, where they hammered the needles in, but that didn’t even happen.
I am finally, finally, finally watching Monty Python and the Holy Grail. (I tried to watch Life of Brian but my player doesn’t like the disc for some reason. 🙁 )
I didn’t know there were so many llamas involved.
A moose once bit my sister…
Møøse bites Kan be pretti nasti.
Your mother is a hamster and your father smells of elderberries!
We apologise for the fault in the subtitles. Those responsible have been sacked.
Well, that was rather silly, wasn’t it?
I didn’t see either movie until I was in grad school for medieval history. My fellow scholars were horrified that I hadn’t seen them. Now, of course, I can recite both films from memory. When I was teaching Latin, the graffiti scene from Brian was the midterm. Happy viewing!
And when I was teaching my own medieval history classes, I’d use clips from Grail to illustrate the four big themes of the course: Scholasticism, urbanization, crusading, and centralized government. Anybody who already knew the movie howled with laughter. Everybody else just looked puzzled.
I’ve seen clips from Life of Brian; guess I’ll have to try to find it somewhere else one of these days.
Happy Caturday! I have a video with my rabbit Ani, who this week decided that she was going to dig a burrow underneath a palm tree. She spent close to 30 minutes on this, digging, gnawing on roots, and pushing dirt out of the way. She returned to it the day after that, but rains had washed away some of her work and she didn’t spend as much time.
Gorgeous girl! And so busy! Thanks for the visit. I love her markings.
Adorable nose-wiggling towards the end!
That is just adorable. She seemed to be smoothing a path to it also. I hope she continues and succeeds with it (whatever that may mean to a rabbit).
She is all that any rabbit should be – beautiful, industrious,
intelligent. I like how she gives you a challenging look
every now and then, as if you’re not supposed to be
watching her work.
I’m wondering,How many “Chugga”s before you say “Choo-Choo”?
Saw this on the internet,so I’m wondering,How many “Chugga”s before you say “Choo-Choo”?
totally ignored the Mcnuggets?Kitty has standards.
Had to drive somewhere this morning. Thanks to pollen season I needed to run my wipers a bit so I could, y’know, see. Dear plants: if you absolutely have to deposit your sexual material all over literally everything could you at least have the decency to constrain yourselves to, like, a week?
Someone needs to invent a plant condom.