Here's another fine mess - Roger Ebert's Journal

I think I'm enjoying Ebert more as a blogger than I did as a film critic.

What we can't seem to accept is that the oil is leaking and we can't stop it. This doesn't fit the modern narrative in which we can fix anything if we get organized and throw enough money at it.

Here's another fine mess - Roger Ebert's Journal

Here's another fine mess - Roger Ebert's Journal

I think I'm enjoying Ebert more as a blogger than I did as a film critic.

What we can't seem to accept is that the oil is leaking and we can't stop it. This doesn't fit the modern narrative in which we can fix anything if we get organized and throw enough money at it.

Here's another fine mess - Roger Ebert's Journal

Thursday is Friday

Taking one of my damned-near-gone vacation days tomorrow. Luckily I spend the day inside because it's supposed to be awful--90s, humid, thunderstorms. I hope it's not too thunderbumpy, or King will want to spend the day in my lap, and that can't happen.

Ran into someone I hadn't seen in years today. At one time, more than an acquaintance, but not really a friend. We talked for about 20 minutes...except it was more like she talked and I listened. I think I talked a minute, maybe two, total. Heard about the bad current job, and the bad former job, and health issues. I mentioned a little about my job, and about my folks, and then she took over until we said goodbye. This was the person who, five minutes into our very first conversation ever, told me about her bad marriage and the fact that she had an affair. The affair, afaik, was fallout from the bad marriage, not the cause.

I always knew why I let the relationship fizzle, but it was confirmed today. I am a decent listener, but sometimes I do talk and I like to think that what I have to say is more than an opportunity for you to draw breath and take over the conversation again.

In other news, received word from my pet insurance company that I will be getting back money for both King's surgery and Gaby's cut leg. After the subtractions and adjustments and the $100 annual deductible, between 50-60% of what I spent. Given that I had considered not even filing those claims, it was a nice outcome.

Oh well. Back to it...

Thursday is Friday

Taking one of my damned-near-gone vacation days tomorrow. Luckily I spend the day inside because it's supposed to be awful--90s, humid, thunderstorms. I hope it's not too thunderbumpy, or King will want to spend the day in my lap, and that can't happen.

Ran into someone I hadn't seen in years today. At one time, more than an acquaintance, but not really a friend. We talked for about 20 minutes...except it was more like she talked and I listened. I think I talked a minute, maybe two, total. Heard about the bad current job, and the bad former job, and health issues. I mentioned a little about my job, and about my folks, and then she took over until we said goodbye. This was the person who, five minutes into our very first conversation ever, told me about her bad marriage and the fact that she had an affair. The affair, afaik, was fallout from the bad marriage, not the cause.

I always knew why I let the relationship fizzle, but it was confirmed today. I am a decent listener, but sometimes I do talk and I like to think that what I have to say is more than an opportunity for you to draw breath and take over the conversation again.

In other news, received word from my pet insurance company that I will be getting back money for both King's surgery and Gaby's cut leg. After the subtractions and adjustments and the $100 annual deductible, between 50-60% of what I spent. Given that I had considered not even filing those claims, it was a nice outcome.

Oh well. Back to it...

Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!

The pups are velcro pains in the ass tonight. Hi, can we follow you everywhere we love you what are you doing can we do it too can we eat it we love you do you love us we love you so much mommy pet us mommy let us outside let us inside can i eat this i bark at you.

King is now up on the couch with my left hand clamped between his paws. Typing one-handed is not an option tonight, so if he doesn't free me up I will have to move.

Gaby is all upset because King is in her spot. She's staring at me over the top of the laptop display.

It's too humid to have a dog breathing on your leg.

Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!

The pups are velcro pains in the ass tonight. Hi, can we follow you everywhere we love you what are you doing can we do it too can we eat it we love you do you love us we love you so much mommy pet us mommy let us outside let us inside can i eat this i bark at you.

King is now up on the couch with my left hand clamped between his paws. Typing one-handed is not an option tonight, so if he doesn't free me up I will have to move.

Gaby is all upset because King is in her spot. She's staring at me over the top of the laptop display.

It's too humid to have a dog breathing on your leg.

Wildlife update

Large hanging pot of little red bugle flowers means...hummers! The pot hangs by the back door, so I watched the little widget while I ate dinner. I loves them.

The singleton goose is gone. Haven't seen it for weeks, and did not see a spray of feathers anywhere on the expressway that would indicate a bad end. I think its mourning period ended, and it left.

Every so often, I would see a pair of geese in the same area and get excited, thinking that Singleton was pairing up again. But later, I saw a pair of geese at the same time I saw Singleton, so I guess s/he remained alone.

Wildlife update

Large hanging pot of little red bugle flowers means...hummers! The pot hangs by the back door, so I watched the little widget while I ate dinner. I loves them.

The singleton goose is gone. Haven't seen it for weeks, and did not see a spray of feathers anywhere on the expressway that would indicate a bad end. I think its mourning period ended, and it left.

Every so often, I would see a pair of geese in the same area and get excited, thinking that Singleton was pairing up again. But later, I saw a pair of geese at the same time I saw Singleton, so I guess s/he remained alone.