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I’m at a loss as to what to write about. I haven’t been doing much of anything. Organizing the kitchen after purchasing new dishes, washing new sheets and towels as well as the usual washing; catering to the cats; admiring the view and enjoying some rain; having a pity party inside my head; taking too many siestas. I’ve got plants to water today. Maybe the gym this afternoon, if I can find the motivation. I think I’ll head into Málaga at least once this week to soak up some culture. I’ll leave you with an old poem from my autograph book when I was about to begin junior high school. (Do kids still have autograph books?)
Can’t think.
Brain dumb.
Inspiration won’t come.
Poor ink.
Bum pen.
Best wishes.
Amen.
No sé sobre qué escribir. No he estado haciendo mucho de nada. Organizar la cocina después de comprar platos nuevos, lavar sábanas y toallas nuevas, así como el lavado habitual; atender a los gatos; admirar la vista y disfrutar de la lluvia; tener una fiesta de lástima dentro de mi cabeza; tomando demasiadas siestas. Tengo plantas que regar hoy. Tal vez vaya al gimnasio esta tarde si puedo encontrar la motivación. Creo que iré a Málaga al menos una vez esta semana para empaparme de cultura. Los dejo con un viejo poema de mi libro de autógrafos cuando estaba por comenzar la escuela secundaria. (¿Los niños todavía tienen libros de autógrafos?)
No puedo pensar.
Cerebro tonto.
La inspiración no llegará.
Pobre tinta.
Bolígrafo vago.
Los mejores deseos.
Amén.
• San Geraldo trajo postre a casa la otra noche. (Las semillas de cacao son una súper fruta).
• Y una gaviota cagó justo en medio de la cortina de cristal.
Maybe the cat has the best idea.
David:
I think so.
Ha! I love the poem.
I don’t love the gull crap. Ick. But, any kitty photo is always a treat.
Judy C:
I have to open 5 panels on the glass curtain to get at that gull crap, and I’d better do it this morning before it bakes on in the sun.
Looks like that gull ate too many cocoa seeds!
Debra:
Super fruit, super poop.
I’d take a Cat Nap, hand over eyes, and call it a day.
Bob:
I do love their dramatic poses. We need a swooning sofa.
Some days you’re the glass curtain, some days you’re the gull crap… if you’re looking for a new challenge, why not try harness/leash training Dudo & Moose so you can all have some new street adventures?
Oh my heavens!!!! I’m not sure Mitchell has that much energy. I surmise that would be a three-ring circus Tundra. What could possibly go wrong with that idea?!?!?!?!?!?
Mistress Borghese:
I don’t think anyone has that much energy or Teflon skin.
Tundra Bunny:
Ew, are those my only options? Funny you should mention the harness. While sitting out in the hall with Dudo the other day, I actually asked him about that (yes, I really did… there was no one else around). SG had gone to the market. Dudo followed him to the door, so we went in the hall. Dudo stood at the top of the stairs and stared after SG and that’s when I asked him if he wanted to go, too, and that I could get a harness. Like that will EVER happen. A bit late in the game to try.
Sometimes there just isn’t anything to say.
Good thing it is raining to clean your window!!
Jim:
We’d need a major storm to clean off that blob. I’ll be out there with a single-edged razor this morning. Blech!
I’ll take that nutritious dessert, please. You take a siesta and wake up renewed, my dear Scooter.
Love,
Janie
janiejunebug:
I’m sure those dark brown bits on top were the actual cocoa seeds. SO nutritious.
When you can’t think what to write photos of the cats, food, neighborhood, “hot” couture makes me happy!
sillygirl:
Thanks! I’ve been having a good time with cat photos lately. And today’s sunrise!
We don’t always need words…Dudo and Moose pictures always please and tickle. Autographs books!!! LMAO!!!! I highly doubt the kids even know what they are. The bird shit cracks me up. Drive me nuts too. As soon as a bird craps on my car or house window and I see it, I’m getting the Windex out before you can say clean it up. It’s part of my JCD.
Joan Crawford Disorder
Meanwhile packed. Now just enjoying a day of leisure before saying Ciao.
Mistress Borghese:
I’m about to clean the bird crap. It requires me to open 5 window panels on the glass curtain. I couldn’t do that while it was raining. The rain removed a little bit of it, but it’s now baking in the sun. Oh blech! And I never realized but that’s what I have — JCD! Arrivederci!
Is that a photo of you as a baby? It looks like it could be you.
Shirley:
Yep. That’s me at 6 months old.
When the weather’s that awful, and the gulls have diarrhoea, I’d stay in and eat cake too! Jx
Jon:
Do gulls ever have anything but diarrhoea? SG has been lucky enough to have one shit on his hand in Atlantic City. Dry heaves. And another shit on his head right here in Fuengirola. More dry heaves.
Hey, I like that poem! To quote another poet, does it represent a road not taken?
Kirk:
Why, yes. The [road] is in the village though.
I could do without that gull crap picture, Mitchell!!