This, incidentally, is B.K., short for Bright Lights, Big Kitty. He gets into my occasional photos of new beer/cider finds. He does not have a drinking problem, but then that could explain why he’s apparently been a lousy mouser in recent months. 📷
This, incidentally, is B.K., short for Bright Lights, Big Kitty. He gets into my occasional photos of new beer/cider finds. He does not have a drinking problem, but then that could explain why he’s apparently been a lousy mouser in recent months. 📷
Okay, now I’m feeling guilty about this whole mousetrap thing. Maybe I’d feel less guilty if we just got a second cat to hunt them down in a circle-of-life kind of deal.
I just heard the loud “whack” of one of my husband’s mousetraps succeeding. I wish there was a far kinder (but effective) way to get rid of mice. All I know is that (1) I don’t want mice in my house, and (2) We really need to dock the cat’s pay for slacking on the job.
There’s hope for me yet.
Why Being Lazy Is Actually Good For You (Time)
Survival Of The Sluggish: Scientists Find An Upside To A Low Metabolism (NPR)
Deleted a tweet with my use of the phrase “rat-faced she-hyena with ’80s feathered hair” regarding a fallen senatorial candidate. Guess I’m finally growing up.
I don’t necessarily care about this story. I just like the use of the word “lickspittle” in the headline.
Can Trump find a sufficiently devoted lickspittle to replace Don McGahn? (Washington Post)
Is it wrong to look at my screen and audibly tell Facebook that no, I don’t really want more friends from you? And that I don’t even want to follow most of the friends you have for me already?
Sigh. And with that, I think I’ve done enough working into the wee hours. Good night.
Random photo: Bangor, ME, August 2016. 📷
“… there is no greater thrill, as a kid, than looking into the gaping maw of human depravity from the comfort of your bed.”
A touch of the macabre in children’s books is nothing to be scared of (Guardian UK)
I love living near a city that holds a CatVideoFest. (Ticket sales benefit local cat charities and shelters.)
“The Hispanic community are Iowans. They have the same values as Iowans. As far as I’m concerned, they’re Iowans with better food.” (Rob Tibbetts, eulogizing his slain daughter, Mollie, as quoted in the Des Moines Register)
Random photo: Elmhurst, IL, December 2012. 📷
(One of my favorite photos—one that suddenly feels far away as F goes deeper into the tween years.)
“Surprising”?
I’ve tried four of these. Added to the bucket list: Head to Texas and try this Big Red stuff.
Five sodas that are actually worth drinking (Daily Beast)
“John McCain, in death, is performing the unifying function that the incumbent president is congenitally incapable of performing.”
As a Nation Mourns McCain, Trump Is Conspicuously Absent (New York Times)
Went Pokémon hunting this afternoon with the 10-year-old from the comfort of an air-conditioned Forester. We’ll hike around for Pokémon, like our ancestors did, when it’s not as hot as Mercury out there.
Happy National Dog Day from Winslow and me. 📷
Backpack blessed at church today; St. Paul token (top left) and St. Benedict medal attached. The fifth grader is now officially ready for school. 📷
“Stop listening to the bombastic loudmouths on the radio and television and the internet. To hell with them!" (John McCain)
Reinhold Niebuhr statue, Elmhurst College. Elmhurst, IL, August 25, 2018. 📷
I really wanted No. 18 to be Mueller.
Who said it: Dorothy Parker or special counsel Robert Mueller? (McSweeney’s)
It took 8 years for me to get over leaving my old career. But I got over it.
Why you should take time to mourn during career transitions (New York Times)
So, my husband’s job takes him to grocery stores around the area, and he ended up at a Filipino supermarket that has a sizable food court. He picked up lunch for me, just like Mom and Dad used to make. And no, not a vegetable in sight. I’m happy anyway. 📷
Random photo: Dearborn Station, Chicago, IL, February 2002. 📷
In a cranky social media snit, I muted/unfollowed everybody on Twitter/FB except feeds for sports, traffic, weather, hyperlocal news in my Chicago-area suburb, and humor.
The relative quiet is nice. Next up: Muting everybody but dog photos and New Yorker cartoons on Instagram.