Monday, 14 September, 2020
Rain, rain, go away–the West Coast is calling you.
I was rudely awakened a few days ago by my watchband pinching my wrist, Another of those “sports” straps, of some kind of rubber, it had broken almost completely through. It was held together by about 1/32nd of an inch on one side, snarkgefrazzle.
Wouldn’t it be nice if the straps lasteduntil the battery died?
I carefully removed it from my arm and went looking for some kind of glue to repair it. Believe it or not, I found some that might work, and it had not set up in the tube! I applied the glue to the appropriate edges and began the hold-it-together countdown while trying not to have my fingrs permanently attached to the strap. It eventually held enough fo me to let go (yay!) and carefully set it where it would likely not be disturbed for the 24- hour curing of the bond.
Forty hours later, I put it om my wrist–carefully–and it held!
For an hour and a half. I flexed my arm, I guess, and the strap snapped all the way apart at the original fracture,
rackenfratz
Other than that (and the telemarketerrs), I have had a good few days in a row. Even the Eternal Migraine is on low. Now for a sunny day or twelve….
I smell cookies baking. I don’t bake and I’m alone in the house, as usual. I haven’t heard anything,but I smell chocolate chip cookies in the making. Be right back.
Kitchen empty; oven off, cold, and empty. But I smell them.
On the way back, I located a chair with my right little toe (as opposed to the left one, not the wrong one–although that might just apply, as well). I chanted the words of the Magical Incantation to Relieve Pain in the Little Toe, several times, at varying volume settings. Everyone knows that one instinctively–just stub your toe accidentally, and it will spring to your mind and mouth without thinking.
Just hope that there are no women, children, or preachers in earshot.
I must be hallucinating, but why I cannot figure. The only thing that has been ingested that is out of my regular routine was a plate of BBQ made and donated by Kevin, with a special sauce that he really should bottle and sell.
I am awake and not dreaming, I know–the toe is still throbbing. But The Black Wolf is here. And around him are teh Five Silly Puppies allsmiley-faced and waggle-tailed. I greet him out loudwith our usual “huka hey, Brother Wolf.”
“Brother Michael, it isthe baest day to die. My Honored Kin here insisted on coming along, as you can see.”
my name,not brother man, but the pups are here, too. and i smell cookies yet.
i ask if i can finish this. ‘typequickly’, he said
glad I had this erady–head hurts baddd
i know what fdrs last wrods mean
cry not
love
The more I see of the human race the better I like dogs–present company excepted.
Curmudgeon Fun 