Greetings, Cutetropolitans! Part of the fun of travel is seeing the joyful faces of our furry friends when we get home. And then there’s Penny, who welcomed Muppet2171 in a more subdued manner: “Got home from a week-long trip. Went to take my stuff upstairs and… well…”
I think Muppet2171’s got some ‘splainin’ to do. 😁
Looks like Muppet2171 may have taken one too many unauthorized trips away from her duties attending to the beauteous Penny.
Ouch! Disapproval so sharp it stings! Give that cat pets and treats, STAT!
Peeps, I got sheeps! On my sheets! Cutest sheets ever!
Those are adorable! Care to share with us where you purchased them?
From Amazon.com – if you search “poppy and fritz” you’ll see all their designs. I may need to get the bumble bee sheets as back up!
OMG they have so many cute designs…llamas (and pink llamas!) and pineapples and pigs and puffins and…SKATEBOARDING BULLDOGS!!!
(Target and Bed Bath & Beyond carry them, too, if you don’t like Amazon. I might need the puffins.)
Puffins!
LOVE puffins! And llamas too. I think I may need a dozen different sheets sets to rotate every week…
Am I remembering correctly that you count sheep to help you fall asleep?
Yup!
Great. Now I feel compelled to go count exactly how many sheep are on the whole set. Thanks a lot. 🤨
😅
Please report back. 🐑
She can’t. She fell asleep counting sheep…
😴😴😴😴😴
Queen sheet set: 1 fitted, 1 flat, and 2 standard pillow cases total 1773 sheep.
Now I REALLY need a nap! 🤯😴
🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
Only in Cuteropolis…
It is a unique brand of crazy, I’ll grant you that!
Where? Where did you get those??!!?!
The brand is “Poppy and Fritz” you can get them many places online…
I’m in the process of having the covers for the panto and Shakespeare books designed and formatted for print, so the end is finally in sight for these two projects. The next job will be finishing a couple of articles for the Oscar Wilde Society, then I want to concentrate on a book of poetry inspired by English folklore and legends.
Last week I enjoyed two excellent ballet productions, ‘Giselle’ by the Birmingham Royal Ballet and ‘Swan Lake’ by English Youth Ballet. The BRB ‘Giselle’ has two unusual features: in the first act Bathilde makes her entrance on a gorgeous white horse (cue inconspicuous peasant carrying a bucket and brush), and the second act takes place in the ruins of a Gothic cathedral complete with flying Wilis. EYB uses professionals for the leading roles and young dancers aged 8-18 as the corps de ballet, and I can honestly say I enjoyed this production more than quite a few others I’ve seen over the years.
Your book idea of poetry based on folklore and legends sound particularly interesting,
Ms Shortcake. Will it be your own composition, or a collection of the work of others?
Will it be only English folklore or will you include Scottish ( I think of selkies) and Welsh?
I grew up with a Shetlander, and have visited Shetland, so have fond memories of the
most northern parts of the UK. And – how is your dad by now? I hope he is doing well.
I missed any updates. Let us know, please.
The poems will be my own work (assuming the muse co-operates) and will be confined to English folklore. And thanks for asking about my dad, who is doing very well and no longer has to take quite so many tablets.
I am looking forward to your work, Alice.
Oh my goodness that sounds absolutely wonderful.
I am reminded how long its been since I saw either ballet and they are two of my favorites.
Such a beauty! Always loved siamese kitties. And that’s bun level disapproval, either that or she’s like oh you home already, ok whatever.
It’s time to start decorating for Halloween!!!!! Going to the storage unit to haul out our skeletons and dragons and werewolves and all manner of spooky things. Then I’ll leave it to hubby to get it all situated. Only downer is he might be travelling for work on Halloween so he’ll miss the children in our neighborhood running amuk.
Reminds me of my cousin’s wife’s cat when his kids were little. I’d babysit and after they went to bed, she’d lay at the top of the stairs like she was guarding their rooms. When I’d go to check on them I’d just see the eyes as I went up. Their house was huge with lots of windows downstairs and very dark outside so it was a tad disconcerting.
Today I’m going apple picking at a local orchard with my best friend’s family and then we’re getting lunch for my birthday.
Then perhaps disco…
Happy Birthday!
Thanks! (It was Tuesday.)
All the best moves! And with the hair on their chests showing!
All kittens need disco balls.
Ha ha ha hair on their chests 😂🤣😂🤣!!
That just cracked me up DebG!!
I agree. I think all kittens should be provided with disco balls. Now that I’ve seen them playing with one it seems cruel not to provide them.
So…apples in the slow cooker. Never made applesauce before…
Happy Birthday, Allein – I’m behind the times since I was away this past weekend – I hope you had a wonderful birthday.
Thanks, Murray!! 🙂
Happy Weekend All.
I’ll bet Penny had a good snuggle with Muppet by now!
Happy with current drawing.
Experiencing much less pain due to physical therapy. It comes back but I’m waking up pain free to start my days!
Loving the cool weather. Millie and I will be porch sitting later today. Do I have the only dog in the world who doesn’t bark at squirrels?!
Chores. Trying on winter coats. Art. Counting my blessings.
Pablo couldn’t have cared less about other animals unless they were in his personal space.
Bibi likes to chase pigeons, but so far she’s shown no real interest in squirrels. (Nor in any other rodents, thank goodness.)
I had a wawa who didn’t bark at anything. In the almost 13 years that I had her she barked only twice: once when a 4 or 5 year old child got a bit too ‘up close and personal’ and once when she saw a paper bag on the kitchen floor. You know how threatening those grocery bags can be!! 😃
Pablo hardly ever barked; he seemed almost as surprised as we were when he did. Like, “did I say that out loud?”
Until he lived with the cats, anyway. They were all up in his business sometimes and he would growl and bark at them.
(And Stars is terrified of grocery bags. If you approach her while holding one she will back away and then run if you don’t stop.)
Melody almost never barked at home. (The dog park was different; she had fun joyously barking there.) The few times she did, she acted more startled than we were. And she never had any interest in squirrels, thank heaven. If she’d pulled away from the person holding her leash, at least until she became far more attached to her beloved Daddy than to any silly old thing to chase, we might never have caught her!
Sebastian, alas, LIVES to bark. At squirrels. At the doorbell. At people walking by. At shadows. At absolutely NOTHING. He doesn’t chase, just barks. Silly boy!
And my other thing…So I discovered this youtube channel a while back, and I love it. He promised to do this one if/when he hit 2 million subscribers (he did No. 6 at 1.5 million, and La Campanella at 100K…I think he likes Liszt). It was posted on Monday and there’s a fun surprise (at about 6:30)! Thought a few folks here might appreciate it. 🎼
What an amazing player he is! Love the visualization/animation too.
(Also, happy birthday! 🎊🎉)
When I first found it I said “it’s like Space Invaders meets classical music.” 😛 It’s just fun to watch.
(Also, Thanks!)
Greetings. Welcome to Injure Yourself in an Unusual Way day at the Duckie household. I just tripped OVER a table, and hubby just called and told me he kicked an industrial trailer hitch ball. This, after a week where he spent two days in bed from a food allergy attack and I was so badly congested that I slept sitting up. I’ve reached the point where all I can do is laugh weakly. Penny, here’s a long distance snuggle, although, right now, I’d be willing to chance the real thing.
Monday will be Decision Day. Hubby will decide whether he stays at happy job, or must go back to hated job that offers more pay. He has a meeting with happy job manager, who wants him to stay.
Crazy week for me. I have vowed to finish up all current crafts this week and to put the place away, so that I can have a stress free Thanksgiving with hubby next weekend. This is on top of regularly scheduled mayhem.
Going to visit Little Duckie this afternoon.
Have a great weekend everyone. I need to go put heat on my knees and ice on my foot.
Good grief, Duckie! While I do genuinely sympathize, I’m also laughing at the way you described your “adventures.” You’ve indicated that you don’t expect things to lighten up much this week, but I hope they do.
Penny says she isn’t mad; she’s just disappointed. Muppet, hope you’re not in the doghouse still.
Hugs to you all. I’m late checking in because it suddenly became essential to reorganize and clean parts of the kitchen. Now I’m documenting some new yarn that a friend gave me last weekend. It’s been a stressful week of waiting for things to happen. Organizing my world helps me regain some control.
Good morning, all. Things have been fairly quiet at tour household. Sebastian was a bit worried for a few days when he couldn’t find Melody anywhere, but he’s adapted. We’ve been half-heartedly looking at available greyhounds in our area; hubby wants another one who’ll enjoy being a therapy dog. Before we make any decisions, though, he wants to talk to the kennel owner where Melody came from first. We would love to have another dog from the d’Arcy kennel; they take such wonderful care of their dogs before giving them up to good homes.
So hubby has been taking Sebastian out on therapy visits alone, and that little boy has come home TIRED. Melody hadn’t been able to do much walking for over a month, so Sebastian wasn’t getting much of a workout. But boy did that situation change this week! He’s come home completely wiped out, and as the famous rule goes, a tired dog is a happy dog! It was hard on hubby having to explain to so many people at their regular visit locations about Melody, but he managed.
I’ve just been working, dealing with — or trying to, at least — a deposition with the single worst interpreter I’ve run into in far too many years. It’s unreal how much a bad interpreter, and a far-too-helpful witness’s attorney to boot who likes to “help” the interpreter, can hose up even a simple question! If I’m not bald by the end of the week, I’ll be shocked.
I LOVE those sheets — I’ll have to see if they have any perfect for us! Duckie, please be careful, and I hope hubby’s discussions with happy job boss go well and he gets offered enough $$ to keep him there. And I’m sure glad I didn’t have to face Penny when coming home from a trip — wow, that face makes rabbits look approving!
Have a great week, everyone!
Laura, Bibi and I send you and yours some extra good vibes. My sympathies regarding the inaccurate interpreter. So very much can hang in the balance in these situations, perhaps now more than ever.
It can be hard enough simply dealing with one’s own language, but very tricky with
an interpreter in the mix. My sympathies.
Thanks, guys. Fortunately I don’t depend on the translator personally; I only have to record what the witness is saying since I’m transcribing a deposition. Or, rather, I transcribe first a question, then the interpreter tries to translate, then the witness’s attorney gets mad and translates more accurately herself, then the interpreter repeats what she just said and apologizes, and finally the witness answers, only the interpreter, who’s supposed to speak as if he’s the witness and not in third person, gives his answer in third person anyway. And then the attorney who asked the original question asks about the third person, and the interpreter tries to correct it with the witness’s counsel “helping,” and finally, after going around in similar circles for a couple of pages, the attorney asks the question again, and the witness replies, “No.”
And then I rip a large hunk of hair out of my head. 😀 😀 😀
Saw the cardiologist who insisted I go on a statin, since my cholesterol was at 217. I wanted
to control it with diet, etc, but no. I was on the statin three or four days and had to quit it.
Nasty side effects. And since, at eighty, I lean towards following the Quality of Life philosophy,
I stopped it. Also went through some very nasty tests, one of which was a passive simulation
of a stress test, being given radioactive solutions via IV. The effect was horrible, the sensation
immediately made me think of execution via injection. It brought me to tears. I can’t think
that the test does one any good. Modern medicine is medieval sometimes. When I see the
cardiologist in a couple of weeks, things will be interesting. He is a sweet man, but golly,
he prescribed sadistic tests. I am curious what the results will show. I felt so much better
before the tests, I have a hard time imagining anything bad, but, we’ll see. Thanks for
listening, gang, assuming you haven’t dozed off already.
I wonder if your statin experience is with a particular one? Because both my husband and I have been on a statin for a number of years with zero side effects. I honestly can’t remember ever having a bad response. And while I’m not quite your age, I *am* north of 65! Perhaps discussing trying a different medication with your family doctor would help; who knows, there may be one that causes you zero side effects, too, other than bringing your cholesterol down to a safer level.
I totally agree with you about that medical variety of a stress test, though. I had that myself, and it was ghastly. I honestly would have preferred to be miserable on a treadmill, with my back pain reducing me to crawling, than having that devil’s brew in my veins! Dreadful. I agree with you, sometimes modern medicine is no picnic!
That simulated stress test was like an out of body experience and a bad acid trip for about five minutes. I’ve had so many difficult medical tests, that ones a doozie.
I have known several people who have experienced side effects from statins. Not severe or debilitating but enough to notice. One was leg pain and the others were gassiness/abdominal cramps. I have been taking them for a couple of years now and have been fine.
We seem to have acquired a new cat! It showed up earlier this week, and has been hanging around the front yard, meowing loudly. Husband gave it food and water a few days ago. I would have waited on the food, but not the water. It’s been very hot until now. Finally cooling!
Anyway, this beast is odd-looking. Blue eyes, sort of mottled creamy fur, and a striped tail. It fusses for food and attention, as I said loudly!
We don’t know if anyone belongs to it; it’s in good condition, but seems hungry. Very sweet. Unfortunately, I’m extremely allergic to it!!! Went out shopping and petted it on the way to the car and my face was streaming before I got back. I’m desensitized to our two, unrelated, tuxies.
We haven’t put up a “found cat” poster yet.
We took an interesting ride today before going out for lunch. Drove through a part of Bucks County that just shouted “Revolutionary War”, down Tory Road, parallel to the Delaware River,
and filled with two-hundred-year-old houses and bank barns. Granite cliffs, covered bridges,
old mill streams, foliage just beginning to turn. Beautiful and timeless. Must do it again soon.
Helped with my morale immensely and I want to take our next out-of-state visitors that way.
My apples came from Battleview Orchards, on the grounds of the Battle of Monmouth. There’s also a park down the road, where I went to read after work on my birthday. They have a small museum (and there are signs at the park and on the orchard grounds saying no metal detectors or relic hunting).
And I now officially have applesauce.