Head slap

I have a few holes in my ear lobes. One is up high in the cartilage. I always neglect to put earrings in there because I can't sleep with an earring there; I take them out and forget to put them back.

But lately, because I've been wearing bigger dangly earrings to offset my short hair, I've been putting an earring in up top too.

And you know, it's been irritating. And I'm thinking to myself. This is stupid. I've had this hole in my ear for years and years. Why does it get irritated like this? Why doesn't that sucker just grow back in if it doesn't want to hold earrings?

And I found a different, larger, longer back that I thought might keep the stud from poking into my brain and thought that would do the trick. I could be happy at last.

But the damn thing was still irritating my ear - like cutting into it.

Ok, Give it a day. I'll leave it out over night and try again in the morning. And all day yesterday and today, that damn earring hurts every time I press a phone to my ear - and it's my good ear - the unsnored into for 32 years one - and I need to talk on the phone with THAT ear. Damn Damn Damn.

So I'm here reading blogs, and the phone rings and I answer and it's my son for his Dad but I've pressed that phone into my ear and it hurts so I hang up and take the earring out for the evening. And I look at it closely. And who is the stupid one? I hadn't taken the regular back off the earring before sticking it through my ear and attaching the large back. And I'm wondering why it hurt.

Damn

The weather has been bi-polar lately. Yesterday with the snow and the wind - the flats felt like the arctic and I had to wear a scarf around my face. Today, I was ripping my hat off and opening my coat because of the sun beating down so warm.

Our Macy may have turned me into a cat person. At least for one cat. That doesn't mean I'm not a dog person too. I can be both if I want.

My mother's condo sold last week. There's one less worry.

My younger son got a Playbook from/for work so he's left his own here with me for now. I'm not really sure what to do with it but perhaps, when I finally get all my junk shifted downstairs to my "office", it will come in handy when I need a quick look at something online upstairs. I've been making headway moving stuff and my kitchen looks so much better already. I should buy a can of paint and get the walls looking fresh again.

And the kids were all excited that Florence and the Machine were coming to Toronto and managed to get tickets. And they got one for me too! It'll be like old times - all of us going to a concert together. Everyone but Gary that is. He never cared for the music we like.

I've had the hiccups at least 5 times today. And a few times yesterday. What's up with that?

It's always darkest before the dawn

Thanks everyone.

I was feeling somewhat better already when I woke up yesterday. Might have been the couple shots of tequila I had to get me back to sleep. Took forever to get my keyboard in English again. And it has flipflopped a few times since and I'm still not entirely sure of the key combo. Weird.

I took the animals for their boosters yesterday. Of course, it's never all that simple - vets are worse than car salesmen with add-ons. Tests for this and that. Extra shots. And a microchip for Macy. Ka-Ching!

There was a new vet there. I liked her much more than the last one. She seems to really like the animals. She couldn't get over the fact that Macy was a girl. She behaves more like a boy cat - very brave and calm. She was friendly with everyone and took her shots and the chip without flinching.  Dex was excited but not quite as much as he usually is - perhaps he was calmer with Macy there too. He was calm enough to take the treats and ask for more please. He did some tricks for the vet for those extras too. He's a little over weight so I told Gary he had to watch how much he fed him. Gary always gives a share of whatever he's eating to Dex. I don't really expect Gary to change his wicked ways so I'll cut back on his dog food. This vet didn't give the evil eye when I explained about the table food. I can't stand it when vets insist that animals not get any real food. How ridiculous. Why should everything pets eat come out of a bag from the pet store? What's wrong with a bite of real chicken or fish? Or a carrot. Or a piece of apple? Give me a break. You couldn't get people to eat just kibble. Although people kibble could be a really good idea. A 100% balanced meal replacement. Not sweet for a change. That you could munch like popcorn. Or pour into a bowl and mix with hot water for a porridge of sorts or even with milk and sugar for a cold cereal. They could do different flavours and textures for variety. The kicker would be that, if they did have it, even though they used the less pretty veggies and fruits, unlike the way pet food is relatively cheap, they would have an astronomical price tag on the people kibble. Just think - this could be the answer for diets - simply adjust the portion - for emergency rations - for homeless people. You'll probably tell me they do have it. But it tastes awful. And is expensive. So no one buys it.

We've had our snow at last. I'll have to get Gary to show me how to use the new snowblower as he's still hurting. He won't take the pain meds of course.  You can always tell what kind of a day it is outside when you wake up to the scraping of windshields, or the scuffle of shovels or the full out drone of snowblowers. Yesterday was just scuffling. Today, it's droning.