Pizza cutter, take two. I don’t know what kind of metal it’s made of, but I love the tarnish patterns etched into it by the acids in tomato sauce. Every time I take it out of the dishwasher, it looks different.
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Happiness Is…
…an Empty Peanut Butter Jar
Harriet got a nail trim this morning (not that you can tell, as they are still too long). As a treat for being a very good girl, I gave her the nearly empty peanut butter jar. She’s been working on it for almost an hour.
Fridge Cleaning & Oven Catastrophes
I suddenly decided, at about 1am, that the fridge needed to be thoroughly cleaned. I have no idea what possessed me. Now I have a bunch of yucky food containers to wash. I also have bleachy spots on my kitchen rug, because I was too lazy to move it out of the way while I was washing out the fridge. Oopsie!
Before cleaning out the fridge yesterday, I tried to make roasted vegetables, since I had stuff I needed to use up (wrinkly potatoes and very tired carrots). Tried, I say, because my oven died. Again. This is what, the 4th or 5th time? I ended up dumping my half-roasted veggies into a crock pot, which was not at all what I wanted to do. I re-seasoned them and added some veggie broth, so now it’s soup. Or stew, or something like that. Whatever it is, it’s not roasted vegetables.
So now I have to decide if I should call the maintenance guys tomorrow and miss most of a day of work, babysitting them, or if I should wait until Friday, when I’m already off work. Waiting does not sound like fun, because as soon as you cannot bake anything, baked food is all you want to cook. On the other hand, I’d rather not miss work tomorrow.
And a total non sequitur: I can hear the wind blowing crunchy leaves around. I love fall.
And another one: I am kind of irritated that Criminal Minds is not available through On Demand. Nor is it available on the CBS website or Hulu. If you miss an episode, because your DVR is smoking crack, you are SOL. Thankfully, ION and A&E have been showing re-runs of the show, and I’ve managed to catch a few I’d missed.
(That pizza cutter? Came out of the dishwasher looking like that. It’s clean, but covered with water spots and dark, tarnished areas, from where tomato sauce sat on the blade. Time to buy a new box of Jet Dry.)
Tuckered
I love the way Harriet tucks her nose under her flank when she sleeps, just like a little bird. Which is fitting, I guess, since I call her my little goose.
Sleepy Kittens
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I came into the studio to shut down the computer for the night and found Henry and Polly napping together on the dog’s bed. I’m kind of surprised they were still asleep, because at this time of night they’re usually tearing around the house like they’re possessed by evil demons. Time to wake them up and give them their supper.
Henry Watching Her Stories
Henry nearly drove me batshit crazy this morning. She was into everything, and as soon as I’d distract her from one thing, she’d be into another, and then when I’d distract her from that, she was into the first thing again. Then, as I was getting ready to run errands, she finally settled down in front of the Kitty TV to watch her favorite soap opera, The Adventures of Mr. Chipmunk.
The Mind, It Boggles
Via Think Progress and just about everyone else in the blogosphere, Alan Colmes interviewing the always asstastic John Derbyshire. In the interview, Colmes asks Derbyshire about a passage in his new book that lays out a laughable case against allowing women to vote.
DERBYSHIRE: Among the hopes that I do not realistically nurse is the hope that female suffrage will be repealed. But I’ll say this – if it were to be, I wouldn’t lose a minute’s sleep.
COLMES: We’d be a better country if women didn’t vote?
DERBYSHIRE: Probably. Don’t you think so?
COLMES: No, I do not think so whatsoever.
DERBYSHIRE: Come on Alan. Come clean here [laughing].
COLMES: We would be a better country? John Derbyshire making the statement, we would be a better country if women did not vote.
DERBYSHIRE: Yeah, probably.
I’d be shocked, but I actually had a raging misogynist neocon tell me the very same thing. Tell me again, why do women vote for conservatives, when those political allies have absolutely no respect for them? Is it a form of Stockholm syndrome?
Suffragettes, 6/2/20
“No self respecting woman should wish or work for the success of a party that ignores her sex.” — Susan B. Anthony
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Fall
Leaf
Canna Lily
Indiana Sky
It was kind of gross today, but for a brief moment this morning, after the clouds rolled in to the northwest, there was still enough of a clearing in the eastern sky for the rising sun to light up the buildings across from the library.
Pollywog
Polly has stolen Harriet’s spot yet again. Harriet still hasn’t figured out that she can make Polly move. Her “solution” is to wander around the house, mooing like a sick calf, until I rescue her from the evil cat. Pitiful.
red paper boat 