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Odd Thoughts

So, here’s the deal.  We have an 80-pound dog, and an 8 pound cat.  They don’t see eye to eye physically or figuratively. One thing they do have in common, is they love to lie down in the middle of the doorway or entry way all over the house.  If you try to step over them, the dog will try to stand up which makes you straddle him like riding a horse.  While the cat will freak out and run into your legs. 

Baron the dog lying on the floor.
Baron von LardAss – “I’m not blocking the walkway! Honest!”
Rashi the cat in her monorail cat pose
We call this “monorail cat”. But she does this across the doorway too.

When this happens and your foot comes in contact with the dog, you break your foot.  If your foot happens to run into the cat, you break the cat.  In either case, you’ll fall and break your hip.  Only the dog gets out of this unhurt. 


I grew up in Miami in the 60’s and 70’s.  I know hurricanes and really feel sorry for the folks in the New Orleans and Bermuda areas.  They have been getting slammed with storms this year.  Back in when we were hit with three hurricanes in six weeks.  Here in Daytona Beach area we had Charley, Frances, and Jeanne, while Ivan stayed far enough away from us, it did affect parts of the state.

But here’s what I’m seeing; “Life threatening storm surge”.  I don’t remember seeing that phrase so often in previous years.  My older brother tells me the hurricane Donna in 1960 caused a massive storm surge that flooded our yard, and we lived a good 10 miles from the coast.  I have to believe that climate change is the main reason that storms have become more frequent and stronger.

Hurricanes seem to hit so more frequently in my youth, nut not as hard.  Later, when I was grown, I always joked that if we didn’t get at least one hurricane a year we got mad because we were missing out on a hurricane party.  That’s not true of course.  Well it may be truth for some folks.

You have to understand that hurricanes are such a way life in south Florida we nicknamed the university the Hurricanes.  Their mascot is Sebastian the ibis.  Why an ibis?  Because the ibis is the last animal to leave the everglades before the storm and the first to return after the storm. 

Here’s a joke we used to say before that started using male names for storms; “Why don’t they name hurricanes after men?  Because they wouldn’t make it past the Virgin Islands!”.   Hey – it was funny when I was 10.


Genealogy isn’t rocket science.  It’s much, much harder!  I’m not necessarily saying that tongue in cheek.  Take this post from my genealogy blog.  It was so very difficult to put the dilemma in words that it may not make sense to those that do have experience in genealogy.  In short, I think I have two ladies with the same name in the wrong places. The one I have as my great grandmother may belong with the family of her cousin and vice versa.  The do have the same names and are rather close in age.  In any case, I set that problem aside and started working on Wifey’s family for a bit.


Let’s return to the cat for a moment.  For a tiny little thing, she makes one hell of a mess.  She will grab a mouthful of food then let most of it fall out of her mouth on to the floor while she chews.  She throws her head around like it’s something still alive and she has to kill it.  So know we have little kibbles all over the bathroom floor.  She also tends to splash her water out on to the floor as well.  I’m wondering if she thinks she’s a racoon and is washing her paws.  She used to splash water into her food dish and let it sit there.  Then she wouldn’t eat the mushy food.  She doesn’t like any wet food, nor will she eat any tuna, shrimp or other seafood.  She is a very weird cat.


Well, that’s all I have for now.  Here’s a semi-related video.  It’s about a dog, and it’s political.  This is election season here in the USA.  I will be so happy when all the ads stop! Thanks for reading!

Peace,
B

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Random Photographs

Just a few photos of our random life. And I promise, no pictures of food (my older brother laughs at me for posting pictures of my food. But there’s lots of that on my Instagram – link at the bottom of the post).

My early morning crack genealogy crew! Animaniacs Forever!!!
Baron von LardAss hanging out in my beatup truck. Please note the beer and bluetooth speaker blaring the tunes. A typical Sunday afternoon.
A small muder of crows carousing in the road. At any given time there will be three times this number in the area.
The granddaughters striking a pose at Castillo de San Marcos, St. Augustine.
A foggy morning in the backyard.

All pictures were taken on my Google Pixel 3XL cellphone. Only the first picture uses the “Night Sight” option, all others were a simple point and shoot.

Hope you enjoyed these. Post some of your photos in a comment!

Peace,
B

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R.I.P. Buster Cat

Last night we lost our buddy Skitz. He was brutally attacked and killed by a stray dog.

Skittlez as son-the-younger® named him came to us about 14 years ago when he was found 0221151122.jpgas son-the-younger® was leaving work one night. Someone had left a box of very young kittens outside of his work. The kittens were all taken home by other workers, we were lucky enough to get Skitz.

For the first three years living with us, Skitz was an inside cat. Then one day he had to do the cat thing. He just had to know what was on the other side of that door. He remained an outside cat for 10 years or so. And then about a year ago he decided he wanted to sleep in a nice comfortable bed again, and he became an inside/outside cat. He would go in and out damn near every time the door was opened. A lot like a kid, going in and out, in and out, knocking anyone and anything out of his way.

During his outside phase, he would hang out with us when we would be grilling, or just on the back porch. He was always a very social cat. He loved to sit beside you or just lay around where you could scratch his ears.

As sad as I am at his passing, the thing that bothers me the most is the way he went. To be attacked and killed is not something I wish on any living creature. I can only hope that the care that we gave him in his last moments help take away the fear he must have had.

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I will miss my buster cat greatly. He won’t be there when I’m running my smoker. But I know one day I’ll see that same sparkle in the eye of another cat. The little sly look that says “Give me treats, dude!”

 

Peace,
B

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Nothing To See Here

Just here to post this meme son-the-elder sent me.

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This is relevant because my boss has pugs. Whenever he gets sick we say he has the “pug flu”.  I will admit that pugs are not my cup of tea but to each his own. Also, man buns are without a doubt the stupidest haircut for men since the mullet.

Peace,
B

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7 Day B&W Photo Challenge – Day 4

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I was challenged by Kirsten over at Once Upon A Spine to do the “7 Day Black and White Photo Challenge”, and I’m always up for a challenge.  The rules are simple: Seven days. Seven black and white photos of your life. No people. No explanation. Challenge someone new each day.

Today I’ll nominate: TheArtOfBlogging (my newest follower)

Peace,
B

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Tuesday Morning Blues

Tried to get Rashi, the cat to cover for me at work today as I have virtually nothing to do (Christmas holiday means damn near everyone is off). But as you can see, she was already into the catnip and was in no shape to do anything…

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I’m just a bit jealous..

“They call it stormy Monday, but Tuesday’s just as bad…”

Peace,
B