(Eek! So many people to reply to. So I’ll just say it here) I actually don’t mind being sick on holidays. (Except for, you know, the whole being sick bit.) It gives me an excuse to avoid people. Too many people around overloads me and it’s just easier to skip the whole mess. If I’m up for it, I’ll go down for the buffet at lunch. That will probably be enough Peopling for me.
For another thing to watch, I found Mark Morris’ The Hard Nut on utube. www.youtube.Com/watch?v=Jnj5DAjupZc&t=12s It’s a Nutcracker variation set in the late 60s to early 70s. Even people who don’t like ballet tend to like this one.
For people overdosing on XMas, I recommend We’re No Angels. Bogie, Peter Ustinov and some other guy I can’t remember escape from Devil’s Island just long enough to fix a family’s problems and then decide to go back. Sweet without being saccharine and with some lovely banter.
I may have said this before. I’ve been sick since Saturday and I’m still woobly.
Eaten, heck. I’ve made cookies using cricket flour. (Dad kept losing weight and I was trying to give him more protein. I blame Mark Murphy on Chopped.) You really couldn’t tell the difference.
Um … {Looks down at tray full of various fresh from the oven cookies, including Ruby Chocolate Raspberry, Chocolate Caramel and Caramel Green Tea and a few others.} Are these still wanted?
Let’s see… I kept Blanca and Bernard’s name on the grounds that I wouldn’t have wanted my name changed when I was mid-thirties. I have recently decided that if I’d had a chance to name them, Bernard would’ve been Coquet (male form of Coquette, pronounced Ko-KAY), because he’s such a flirt, and Blanca would’ve been Empress, partly because she’s just so elegant, and partly because one of her favorite places to lounge is on top of the upper cabinets, above the microwave, looking out over her empire.
Louise full name was Twilight Louise, because I was reading the Midnight Louis books at the time she adopted me, but I couldn’t name her Midnight, because she was gray, not black. Hence, Twilight.
Previous cats: Ko-Koi is Japanese for Little Love. We got her because I was a bit upset at the local shelter because it was the early days of FeLV and the kitten we adopted had it and passed it on to another of our cats. Decided to go purebred on the grounds that it’d be safer and settled on a Japanese Bobtail as being a good choice. When we went to the breeder, one of the kitten promptly fell asleep in Mom’s lap and that was that. I asked the breeder what the Japanese word for Love was. Ko-Koi’s ear immediately perked up and because she was so small, we added Ko. We also adopted Kimi, Japanese for Joy and Beauty, who was a former show cat that had to be spayed after 2 c-sections and was therefore useless.
The other interesting name was Doormat, who was a stray and slept right outside the front door until we gave in.
Oh wait, there’s also Pipsqueak, who was really tiny as a kitten and later grew to 20 lbs.
I found a video that reminds me of yesterday’s rerun: youtube.Com/watch?v=WsMJX_EGlhU The title is “I’m Climbing Up The Christmas Tree NEOW!” Lyric Video!
Hmm. Do toe beans from Good Guys and toe beans from Bad Guys cancel each other out like positive and negative numbers in a math equation? This might be something for the Grumpy Room to debate.
(Eek! So many people to reply to. So I’ll just say it here) I actually don’t mind being sick on holidays. (Except for, you know, the whole being sick bit.) It gives me an excuse to avoid people. Too many people around overloads me and it’s just easier to skip the whole mess. If I’m up for it, I’ll go down for the buffet at lunch. That will probably be enough Peopling for me.
For another thing to watch, I found Mark Morris’ The Hard Nut on utube. www.youtube.Com/watch?v=Jnj5DAjupZc&t=12s It’s a Nutcracker variation set in the late 60s to early 70s. Even people who don’t like ballet tend to like this one.