Oz Whiston writing as Oz Drummond (birdhousefrog) wrote,
Oz Whiston writing as Oz Drummond

House News

Still doing day job. Still raining, though it has stopped and I have some hopes it will clear and I can spend the weekend mowing in the sun. Oh joy.

Some very gross mushroom-types are in the lawn, resembling the mushroom people from The Gammage Cup (now there's a classic). Round, brain-like things.

Dog got into the garbage yesterday in the ten minutes I left to pick up E from school. Typical. He was pissed he didn't get to go for the ride. Later he threw up something that looked like an ex-bird, but on closer examination (ugh) was more like some wrapper in a gray and disgusting color.

I'm on the dog subject because J bought him a large bone this weekend. At nearly 13, he's not into his bones like he used to be. But he likes carrying this one around. Problem is, every time he goes potty, he drops the bone. Then he forgets where he left it. Eventually he finds it again. Today, in spite of the raw weather, the door is open again. While I was reheating my coffee, I watched him bonk into the door frame because his bone (in mouth) was wider than the door was open. He then dropped the bone in the doorway and stepped inside without it. The mechanics of turning his head slightly were clearly beyond him. No sticking power. No dogged determination to solve the engineering problem.

I, on the other hand, am doggedly slogging through the non-writing number crap. However, my sticking power as regards food has totally gone out the window. I'm going to have to go cold turkey off the white bread again. Soon.

Meanwhile, the little cat is sleeping in the big chair and the big cat is sleeping in the little chair. Something wrong with that. And the fat cat is just sleeping.

Frog Out
Tags: farm

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