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mrs. crankypants
11:13 AM - 10/03/2014

The topic: Telemarketers

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I don't like them. At all. All of our numbers are on the Do Not Call registry. But there's one company that keeps calling. It's for some sort of cruise. It annoys me. But then I realized that maybe I could have some fun with it.

I found this really good YouTube video. And I bookmarked it. And when a call comes in from a number I don't recognize, I quickly get over to that video. I'm ready. I answer the phone to make sure it's a telemarketer. The cruise phone spam starts out with a robocall about having a great deal on a cruise, if you're interested, press one! And I fast forward to any part in the YouTube movie and start it.

Then I press one, wait until I hear the phone ringing, then I put my phone up to a speaker. 

It doesn't take too long before they hang up.

Curious what the video is they hear?

 

 
Eventually, I do block that number, but then the come in with another one. And the fun begins.

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catstuff
10:33 AM - 10/03/2014

The topic: Rocky has a new routine

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I don't even know how to start this. Morning? Day? Evening?

Hmm. 

We'll start with the morning. 

In the morning, he's outside on that one chair at the patio table (the one you can see on the patiocam).

He's started coming inside late morning, early afternoon. He heads over the the shelf  by Brian's desk, I store disks and paper and checks on the other side. And the other side is where the catcam is. Right now, there are two boxes of paper on top and he lays on those. Or he lays on the blankets over the catcam chair. Then in the late afternoon, he goes back outside. He may or may not come in for dinner. Around this time is when I usually get most of the cats in and set the doors to in only.

When Rocky is done being inside, he will go to the laundry room, open the cat door (which is set to in only - he pulls it towards him and pulls it up and once it's open enough, out he goes), and go back outside. Where he spends most of the night.

Because last night was such an awesome cool night, perfect for sleeping, I didn't wake up until 5:40 this morning. An hour and forty minutes after my usual wake up time. I got up and opened the sliding door so the cats could go out. Rocky wasn't on his chair. Hmm....

I hear crunching in the office. He's on the little table with its bowl of kibble. Eating.

And this leads me to believe he's probably in and out through the night. 

He has a routine. 


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otherstuff
08:53 AM - 10/03/2014

The topic: Last walk of the week!

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We did it! We walked every weekday morning for two weeks! And this week we only did the short walk once, the long walk twice (clockwise and counter-clockwise; lots of hills, some gradual, some steep, so it works our muscles differently each way). 

I really have to figure out something for the part of the walks where we're facing the sunrise, because that sun is bright. It wouldn't be a problem if we had sidewalks, but we don't and some of the vegetation grows right up to the road, so oncoming traffic can be a problem if you don't see it coming. 

The heat wave that was supposed to start late this morning started yesterday. It reached 100° at the house, over 103° on the thermometer back at Brian's shop. And that's in the shade. At least it's cooling off at night, this morning it was 61° (what they call a long thermometer). I like the cool in the morning, it makes it way easier to walk. 

About three-quarters through the walk, I put my gum back in its wrapper, because I was tired of chewing (why does this not happen with peanuts or potato chips?). I chew gum because my mouth gets so dry and that's all I can think about when we walk, so I chew gum. Well, we probably had a tenth of a mile left to walk and my legs, bless their fat little hearts, are getting tired. We're on a steep uphill and the sun is in my eyes, I'm having a hard time seeing anything beyond Brian's shoes. My legs no longer want to walk, they'd be happy with just a shuffle, but we're keeping up with Brian at this point. And just over the hill, it's all downhill to the home. 

I'm thinking maybe I'll just sit here and Brian can go get the car and come back and get me. But I don't. I keep walking. But I start talking, but not coherently, I'm breathing hard, my heart is beating kinda fast at this point and with the sun up, it's definitely getting warmer. I'm not talking loudly, I don't have the energy.  "So hot. Can't walk. Feet hurt. Legs hurt. So tired. Can't walk. Can't see. Thirsty. Mind going. Can't think. My head is leaking." 

Brian starts laughing, stops walking (we're at the top of the hill). "Did you just say your head is leaking?" I wipe my hand at the side of my face. It's all wet. I show him. "See? It's leaking!"  He just shakes his head and said "I've never heard that one before".  

Well, it's just the result of a heat scrambled brain is all. But I bet my blood sugar values will be way better next time they're taken, making this all worth it.

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lisaviolet is sixty something, married with no kids, takes care of lots of cats, likes taking photographs, loves Southern California weather and spends altogether too much time avoiding her responsibilities.

In her spare time, she makes pretty things to sell in her store.

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