Happy Caturday! Cats are notorious productivity killers; some days they won’t even let you go to work, as reader Tara O. relates:
This is Butch giving zero Efs that I needed to get dressed to go work. But we discussed it and he decided that, why yes, yes, he would like me to go to work to bring home the bacon. He likes the bacon.
I believe you’re trying his patience,
Butch is thinking “you’re going to wear that blouse with that skirt? Not on my watch you silly human!” 😂
Butch says “Just pick a different outfit already.”
The heat ended and it was actually pretty cool yesterday. I went for a walk after work and it was only in the upper 60s. Finally done with audit, and I have a three-day week this week (closed for July 4th and I took the 3rd as my makeup day for the night we were there really late back in April), and my boss is on vacation so it should be pretty quiet. Made an appointment to get my hair cut next weekend; according to my calendar my last haircut was just over a year ago. Gonna try to get some chores done today.
The dogs were good; You’ll cheer for Radley.
Yay Radly!! You fought the stairs and YOU won!😁
I have a similar reaction to stairs. Huzzah for Radley!
Also that corgi smile at the beginning made my day.
😂🤣😂🤣
Haha! You are all correct in reading annoyed look on Butch’s face. He was quite peeved with me because I wouldn’t let him out this week. First because it was so darn hot! And second because there was a fledgling starling hopping around who couldn’t quite get up off the ground. I got an earful yesterday morning. But I promised he could go out when I got home. No starling to be seen, so I hope the little guy made it.
Jacques and I went back to the vet this week. The vet was picking at the claw again and this time the whole thing came off and left a bloody stump. Jacques was understandably not pleased about this. He got a heavy dose of antibiotics and another super expensive blood etc. test to see if he’ll be able to handle anesthesia for an Xray. The “claw” is still sensitive, but less swollen. The vet is baffled. I’m watching and checking to see how the sensitivity is, because if that clears up, then we won’t do anything else. Jacques has forgiven me after some serious scolding when we got home and a nice big bowl of tuna and greenies.
The heat has broken here – thank goodness. I have laundry and cleaning to accomplish and I might try to sew myself a summer dress. I could use something new.
Hope you all have something fun planned for the weeked!
I hope Jacques is finally on the road to recovery, poor baby!
Oh, gosh! Poor Jacques, and poor you! I do hope the vet is able to figure it out and help more.
Butch looks understandably displeased. I wonder if I might borrow him to do the same on hubby.
Bad week. Duckie sick. Hubby injured. I’m sick. Best part of this week has been the rain.
At least Butch responds to logic! What a cutie. I have had similar discussions with my own beasties, and they simply cannot compute “mom leaving” = “more food.”
Quiet weekend here, as usual: chores, farmers market tomorrow, and making stuff. Work is having a “make it” contest for this year’s summer party, and it would be good to enter something just to show off. We haven’t suffered through the heat wave in the rest of the country, thank goodness, so I plan to walk around at least one of the reservoirs tomorrow.
Hugs to you all.
It’s been a quiet week at the Shortcakery, but at least York hasn’t been as badly affected by extreme heat as other parts of England.
I went for a check-up on my recent eye surgery last Wednesday, and it was judged to be a resounding success. The left corner of the eye still looks a bit alarming but should be back to normal in a few weeks.
In other news, I’m reading a book about accidental death in Tudor England. The combination of the author’s earnest style and the bizarre nature of some of the deaths makes for some tragi-comic moments. Imagine becoming entangled in a huge wet sheet as you try to hang it over a hedge to dry, then staggering helplessly into a stream and drowning like a lower-class Ophelia; napping by the fire and being fatally clobbered by four flitches of bacon falling from the rafters; or sitting as close as possible to the pulpit only to be hit on the head by a weighty theological tome accidentally knocked off a ledge. My favourite so far involves football, in those days a notoriously brutal, rules-free sport often played by rival villages. The coroner’s report even preserves the victim’s last words, uttered as he hurled himself into a sea of mud and writhing bodies – “Let us make some work for the surgeons!”
Great news on your eye surgery!
Autopsy/inquest/accident reports can yield a wealth of those moments. A great historian of medieval England (IIRC) named Barbara Hanawalt surveyed medieval inquest records to get a clearer look at everyday life, which hadn’t been studied extensively. She found that many peasants died because they were walking drunk, tripped, and fell into a pool or public well. Sadly, there was a typo in the book that referred to pubic wells. It’s a typo you never forget.
What’s the title of the book?
The Ties That Bind. It’s pretty accessible even for non-specialists.
Except at my library.
Thanks.