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I think we made a new friend.
When I was young I, like my father before me, was allergic to walnuts. It wasn’t serious, just numbness and tingling in the mouth. I’m not sure when it changed but I can eat them now. There’s a lovely prepared salad at Fred Meyer (the local branch of Kroger) that has cranberries and glazed walnuts and I think a raspberry vinaigrette. I’m trying to snack healthier so when I bought some pecans and cashews at WinCo, I got a bag of walnuts as well.
The operative word in the previous paragraph is “glazed.”
These things taste like wood. It’s like chewing on a branch but softer.. I don’t know, maybe I got an off batch? Regardless, I found them inedible.
What do you do with a chubby squirrel? earl-eye in the morning
But this little guy didn’t. So now every afternoon before I go to work I scatter walnut pieces for him on the balcony, and leave the drapes open so Azunyan can watch. In completely separate news, she’s stopped snuggling with me while I’m drinking my coffee and browsing the Net before breakfast. I have no idea why. 😜
I also have a bit of housekeeping here. A friend wanted to leave a comment here, but it asked her to sign in or something, but wouldn’t let her? If anybody else having this issue, please leave me a comment.
Ain't I the dickens?. Comment on FB or text me. I want to witness the firepower of this fully armed and operational blog. Thanks!
And now for some advice from The Postal Service that I just can't quite seem to heed:
May the porgs be with you
Squee! They came! Poor little guys must be exhausted, flying all the way from Ahch-To. I guess I'll just have to make room for them in my bed. Or maybe Azunyan will share her condo tower?
Aw look, they're making themselves at home!
Seriously though, I happy-squealed for a full five minutes as I was unboxing them. I am delighted with this purchase. The Disney marketing juggernaut has taken over beautifully from LucasFilms, and I for one welcome our new rodent overlord.
Seriously seriously. I know there's a lot of hubbub over Disney buying up everything in sight. It does concern me, as monopoly is a Bad Thing, and The Mouse™ loves to meddle with US copyright law. It means that even more properties that should have entered the public domain ages ago will continue to be held closely in check for the profit of billionaires. It means less opportunity for smaller artists, directors, and producers to create, and more enjoyable-but-interchangeable-and-ultimately-forgettable blockbusters. This trend will only be more deeply fixed in placed by the CEOOTUS and his appointees.
Where's the shrug emoji when I need it? 'Cause there's nothing I can do about it. Sigh.
Sorry, this was supposed to be a light and fluffy post. But hey, since it's gone all dark anyway, why don't we let Depeche Mode play us out?
There ought to be a word.
Welcome to my blog!
The most successful journal I think I've ever had was on a website, so maybe this will be at least as permanent as that one. This is a place for my thoughts and experiences. Hopefully you relate to some of it. Hopefully you find it, at times, funny, poignant, silly, dark, and deep. Hopefully you do not find it dreary.
I've been meaning to do this for probably a year. But, because of a combination of things, I haven't had the energy or interest. Tonight I've finally decided to jump in. Ideally Squarespace will let me go back and change things I don't like. And as I go along I'll add colors and images and pictures that make sense. Regardless, here I sit as my beef pot pie cools in the microwave to an edible temperature, pounding out a first draft. Here it goes:
There ought to be a word for the following situation: I know I'm being manipulated, and precisely how it's being done; nevertheless, I am doing the thing.
I got on the Disney Store website last week to purchase a porg plushie. Fred Meyer had the singing kind, but I wanted the one you could actually snuggle. So I found the thing I wanted and it read: "Limit of 5 per customer."
And just like that, they had me.
The number 5 had never entered my mind. I wanted a toy. One. Uno. But at the precise moment I read that, I was hooked. Not because they're "limited," which is ridiculous. What, are they going to run out of fabric and thread? Of course not. They can always make more. No, I purchased five because it simply hadn't occurred to me to buy more than one, and yet now, how could I not? One by itself would get lonely. And what am I going to do, only buy two or three and break up the family? I'm not a monster.
Also I got a set of four Star Wars antenna balls. It should be here by week's end.
So, there it is. My first public blog post. On the old journal, I always liked to end by quoting something, be it book, music, movie or TV. Sometimes relevant to the content, other times simply of interest to me at the moment. I think this time we'll go with: