Well, here it is.  Finally.  The last day of winter.  Tomorrow it is SPRING!  Amazing.  Made it once again.  Mind you, that is only what the calendar says.  It is still cool.  Too cool.  And there is still a lot of snow on the ground.  But that’s a minor point.  Sort of.  Oh, and lots of ice around too.  Right from my deck, all the way to my mailbox, which is a distance of about 75 feet, it is just ice.  Very lumpy hard to walk on kind of ice.  Even smothering it with sand it is still scary walking on it.  Sigh.  Hawaii still looks nice to me. No, I did not actually go to Hawaii.  I certainly would like to.  But I undoubtedly would not want to leave and come back to this.  Sigh.  I think Muffin would enjoy Hawaii as well.  However, I do not think she would like the trip.  But then, she does kind of like cooler temps.  Strange cat.  But these days she is enjoying the fact that her sunshine has returned to her favorite sleeping spots.  That is also hard to understand.  She likes cooler temps and loves sleeping in the sun.  Strange cat.  Speaking of Muffin, here she is with a bad hair day.  Wheehee!

Everyone has one of those days.  When everything kind of looks upside down!  Okay.  It isn’t Muffin.  But it could be.  She does have those upside down days.  And that kind of turns my days upside down.  Speaking of…some days are just plain hard to believe.  Even for me.  Sigh.  This is something that just happened this weekend.  I opened a new box of cereal.  And dropped it.  But with fast amazing maneuverability I managed to catch it!  Amazing.  Then I thought, what was the problem?  I had opened the box, but the bag inside wasn’t open yet, so if it had fallen to the floor nothing would have happened anyway.  Oh well.  So then I opened the bag.  And knocked the box off the counter.  But with fast amazing maneuverability I managed to catch it once again!  Yeeha!  Except…I caught the box upside down.  And the contents of my expensive gluten free cereal poured very quickly all over the kitchen floor.  Not in a nice neat pile.  Spread out over an 8 foot area.  So, just pick it up, right?  I will admit, due to circumstances beyond my control, the floor had not been cleaned for a while.  That means much cat hair and dust now mixed in with my very expensive gluten free cereal.  Speaking of cat, Muffin heard the commotion and came running from the other room to see what she could salvage.  Sigh.  She did seem to like that cereal though.  Very strange cat.  The very next day, I had just finished making my supper,

doesn’t that look delicious?  Okay, that isn’t mine.  My meals don’t look that good.  You don’t want to know what my meals look like.  But I certainly wouldn’t mind one like the one above.  Sigh.  Anyway.  I had just finished making my supper and carried it over to put on the table.  I had just gotten to the table…and my fingers suddenly went weak, as they sometimes do, and my supper did a gravity check, landing on the floor.  Muffin, hearing the sound of falling food, came running from the bedroom to see what she could salvage.  She thoroughly enjoyed my expensive gluten free ham.  Wish I could say the same.  Sigh.  Good thing I had some of my very dry gluten free bread.  Can’t understand why they can’t make it a bit more moist, like real bread.  Sigh.  How do these things happen?  So I went back to the kitchen to get some paper towels to clean up the mess, though I had to wait for Muffin to finish.  I picked up the paper towels and as I straightened up, WHAM!  Forgot I had left the cupboard door open.  I must have looked quite the sight as I moved my head from side to side, flapping my arms in strange movements that could never be described, my hair going in a multitude of directions (what little there is), and all accompanied by a series of mysterious groans and moans so that even Muffin had to come and investigate.  I don’t think I moved from that spot for 20 minutes.  By that time I was on the floor trying to figure out what happened.  Finally I struggled to get up and head to bed to lie down for a while.  Seemed like the most logical thing to do.  But then, I am not really the most logical person around.  So I seldom do things that are logical.  And when I do, it is quite by accident.  Sigh.  Speaking of insulators.  We are getting to that time of year again when dad and I used to start thinking of those shining pieces of glass.  Well, dad did anyway.  Things like this,

which we used to find quite frequently, though most were accidently left behind one time when I moved.  Sigh.  Well, it’s that time again, enjoy your week and God bless!

Steve and Muffin.

Good morning one and all on this very sunny and somewhat mild Wednesday closing in on the middle of March which of course means that spring is almost here according to the calendar anyway but that does not necessarily mean very much in this part of Canada and so spring really starts when the snow begins its melting in earnest and not just a bit now and then like it is doing these days where it melts a bit where the sun hits directly enough and then the shade returns and that little bit of melting returns to freezing and the water that was generated now returns to ice which naturally builds up continuously overnight as the water under the snow keeps on flowing being insulated from the cold by the cold snow until it comes in contact with my walkway and each morning there is an additional 2 inches (or 5 cm for those who prefer the archaic method of measurement) of ice for me to slip, swip, clip, and trip on in a multitude of new ways sending my legs higher than my head and my arms waving in the most frantic way giving all kinds of confusing messages to the many animal friends that frequent my yard space, like mama below, which isn’t really mine since it belongs to my landlord but it is at least the yard space that I use and at times like these wish I didn’t which is why my header photo is still from Hawaii which is where I should be right now and would certainly like to be right now but if I was I probably wouldn’t want to come back here anymore and if it was possible I would stay there because really who in their right mind would want to come back to this land of cold and snow and ice and headaches from slipping on the ice and it’s enough to make a person want to jump up and down, bang their head against the wall, fall to floor, pulling their hair on the way to the floor and, and… AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  It’s okay.  I’m fine.  I’m calm.  I’m normal.  Really.  Even if it doesn’t always look like it.  Sigh.  The other day I was doing some cleaning.  Happens now and then.  I stood up after picking something off the floor. Whacked my back against one of my cabinets.  That made me kick a stool.  Which made me bend over hitting my head on a shelf unit.  And aside from the oh, ah, AA, I dropped the item I had originally picked up.  Sigh.  Hard to believe sometimes.  Also, I needed to vacuum the place.  First I needed to empty the container on the vacuum.  Didn’t want to come off.  I struggled and struggled.  Nothing.  Finally one last desperate attempt.  It came flying off and covered me and surrounding floor with the total contents of dust, cat hair and assorted whatever.  Sigh.  I think there was still a cloud of dust floating around the apartment the following day.  Unless it was foggy.  I wanted to make myself I little sweet treat, nice to have once in a while.  It required a cup of brown sugar.  No problem, had a new bag.  Cut an opening and proceeded to pour it into the measuring cup.  Nothing.  Sugar never budged.  Hmm, the opening is plenty large enough, I thought.  So I squeezed the bag.  Whomp!  Brown sugar everywhere.  On the counter.  In the sink. On the floor.  In my slippers.  Except in the measuring cup.  Not a grain of sugar there.  Sigh. Bought a new bag of brown sugar.  Speaking of shopping.  While out shopping the other day I needed to pick up cat food for Muffin.  She likes it.  And really, it isn’t bad on a sandwich, though now that I am on this crazy gluten free, which basically is almost food free, I am no longer able to borrow her food.  Oh well.  Anyway, back at the store, I head to the pet section and when I arrive I notice there was a new stack of cat litter.  Right, said I, need to get some of that.  Which I did.  And promptly left.  Returning home Muffin greets me as usual, and I remember.  Not cat litter, cat FOOD.  Muffin was not amused.  Just sat there swishing her tail back and forth and looking at my feet.  So I kept my shoes on.  My feet were quite grateful.  Speaking of feet.  Went to get something from my closet and there is a board standing up next to it, which I promptly knocked over, which I tried to stop, and hit my head on my dresser as I bent over, which caused me to miss the board and it hit my foot.  Sigh.  Yes.  These things really do happen to me.  This is a very small apartment.  So it is easy to bump things, kick things, walk into things, trip over things, and hit my head on things.  Of course, I used to do these things when I lived in a larger apartment too.  Sigh.  Guess I better stop.  There is more, but for another time.  Enjoy the rest of your week and God bless!

Steve and Muffin.