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I won’t focus entirely on the cats today. We head back to the vet with Moose at 4 and hope it all goes well. He is sneezing after he eats and has the sniffles. Other than the fact that he’s terrified of Dudo’s plastic cone, he seems to be doing well.
Dudo is adjusting. He now comes into the kitchen for treats. When he arrives, Moose leaves. Last night, he moved in slow motion toward Dudo and then backed away in slow motion. Dudo just stared at him as if to say, “What the hell is with you?” Moose thinks Dudo is an alien.
San Geraldo and I went for burgers for lunch yesterday at “The Corner.” We both cut them in half to make them easier to eat. He said, “Oh, I see, yours is fatter so it’s easier to fit in your mouth.” (Yeah, I went there, too.) He meant just the opposite of what he said. He had the fatter burger. I began a Sesame Street lesson, “Big/Bigger. Small/Smaller. Fat/Fatter.”
We’ve been experiencing a calima in recent days. That’s when sand and dust from the Sahara are carried by the wind across the Mediterranean Sea. The dust can be unpleasant but if the calima is accompanied by precipitation, we end up with muddy rain (click here for what happened two years ago). We do have a chance of rain today.
I don’t know why but, suddenly, all comments to my blog are appearing in my email In box as sent by Susan, my dear and late friend who became more than a sister to me. The comments all appear correctly on my blog itself. She’s been gone since late 2022. I miss her every day, but lately especially I’ve been wishing I could talk with her. The email anomaly is oddly reassuring — although I’d really prefer a video chat, Susan. Susan?
Hoy no me centraré completamente en los gatos. Regresamos al veterinario con Moose a las 4 y esperamos que todo vaya bien. Aparte del hecho de que le aterroriza el cono de plástico de Dudo, parece estar bien.
Dudo se está adaptando. Ahora viene a la cocina a buscar aperetivos. Cuando llega él, Moose se va. Anoche, se movió en cámara lenta hacia Dudo y luego retrocedió en cámara lenta. Dudo se limitó a mirarlo como diciendo: “¿Qué diablos te pasa?” Moose cree que Dudo es un extraterrestre.
San Geraldo y yo fuimos a almorzar hamburguesas ayer a “The Corner”. Los dos los cortamos por la mitad para que sean más fáciles de comer. Él dijo: “Oh, ya veo, el tuyo es más gordo, por lo que cabe más fácilmente en tu boca”. (Sí, yo también fui alli.) Quería decir justo lo contrario de lo que dijo. Tenía la hamburguesa más gorda. Comencé una lección de Barrio Sésamo, “Grande/Más grande. Pequeño/Más pequeño. Gordo/Más gordo.”
Hemos estado viviendo una calima en los últimos días. Es entonces cuando el viento arrastra la arena y el polvo del Sahara a través del mar Mediterráneo. El polvo puede ser desagradable pero si la calima va acompañada de precipitaciones. Terminamos con lluvia fangosa (haz clic aquí para ver lo que pasó hace dos años). Tenemos posibilidades de lluvia hoy.
No sé por qué, pero, de repente, todos los comentarios de mi blog aparecen en mi casilla de correo electrónico enviados por Susan, mi querida y fallecida amiga que se convirtió en más que una hermana para mí. Todos los comentarios aparecen correctamente en mi blog. Se fue desde finales de 2022. La extraño todos los días, pero últimamente especialmente he estado deseando poder hablar con ella. La anomalía del correo electrónico es extrañamente tranquilizadora, aunque yo preferiría un chat por vídeo, Susan. ¿Susan?
• The Corner Hamburguesa: Gorda.
• Hamburguesa Hawaiiana: Más gorda.
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That email issue is very very very very very very weird.
Picturing Moose’s behavior is hilarious (and those burgers look scrumptious).
Judy C
Judy C:
I can’t wait to see how Moose reacts once the cone is removed (and, oh please let that be Monday). I don’t even know how to begin to research the email issue. If I dig into the invidual messages and check the origin, they’re all coming from my WordPress blog as they should. ALSO, they only show Susan’s name on my iPhone email and not my desktop or iPad. I’m just going to BELIEVE this is her way of holding my hand (not that I believe in that sort of thing).
How clever and sweet of Susan to contact you …. and via email no less.
Shirley:
Susan was always exceptional.
Those burgers! Although, truth be told, the “fatness” is more down to the toppings rather than the meat, by the look of those photos. I’ve been straining to read the reproduction newspaper on which yours is sat – and lo and behold, I’ve found it! Jx
PS Fingers crossed you don’t get another bout of that “red sand rain”…
Jon:
You are hilarious. I can’t believe you find the actually newspaper. Down here about 5 minutes of rain yesterday, so the city hasn’t turned red and muddy.
Clearly, the spirit world moves in mysterious ways!
Debra:
And I so want to believe.
Boud here. Maybe the cats have called up Susan to distract you from your focus on them.
Boud:
I like to think Susan is just always watching.
I swear places are making hamburgers and sandwiches bigger and thicker all the time. How are you suppose to eat them or fit them in your mouth? I cut mine.
Every once in a while a comment that already posted will pop up in my spam folder from Anne Marie.
Mistress Borghese:
Those surprises from Anne Marie would be nice to receive.
I have absolutely no explanation for your Susan email/comments but I do know that if I started getting the same from my friend Kathleen, I would be a bit disturbed. I miss her like you miss Susan.
I was just thinking about mouth size the other day. This may be a stupid question but is larger or smaller better when it comes to mouth size? I mean…
I guess larger. Mouths are quite adaptable.
I probably need to get a life.
Love the succulent blossoms.
Ms. Moon
MsMaryMoon:
I’m going to avoid the discussion of small or large mouths… although I suppose it depends on what you want to use it for. I once read that there was a study that suggested people with wide mouths made better leaders. But I just said I’d avoid the discussion… I just know if I go on any longer, my juvenile mind will take over. I’m sure Susan would have something to say. Hugs to you, MsMaryMoon.
It could be a spammer/hacker who’s figured out Susan’s email but doesn’t know she’s deceased. Since you know otherwise, there’s no reason for you to respond to those emails. Still, be careful.
Kirk:
Stranger yet is that when I dig down into the email, although the FROM line says it’s from Susan (and her email address is not displayed), the email address itself is directly from my WordPress account as it should be. AND it only appears this way on my iPhone, not my iPad or iMac.
Good to hear and see Dudo is accepting his fate for at least a week.
I’m with Moose…..Dudo does look like an alien!!
Those burgers…..YUM!
Jim:
Dudo is doing great now, although he’s clearly offended by Moose.
You had me laughing with the descriptions of Moose, Dudo, and the cone. It’s almost like a halo on him in that last pic. I know it reflects how angelic he is.
That’s bizarre about the emails and I’m sure it’s a bit unnerving. Maybe she’s reaching through the ether to comfort you.
Kelly:
Dudo has been truly good through this. He’s adapted well and is doing great. So, I’ll give him some temporary angel credit.
Although I’m not a believer, Susan was administrator of a liberal Lutheran church and was very spiritual. So, I’m going to follow her lead and believe she’s reaching out to me.
Dudo probably looks like an alien to Moose!
Those are some Fat Burgers.
Lastly, about the comments and such; about five years after my sister passed away I got a message from her on Facebook telling me she loves me. Now, it was an old message, but it simply reappeared on my page for no reason.
Bob:
The thought of receiving email from my sister telling me she loves me brought tears to my eyes. She never even saw email in her lifetime, so that would truly be miraculous. I wouldn’t mind one of Susan’s old messages popping up again. We told each other we loved each other every time we talked or exchanged a message. I’m grateful for that.
Well, Mitchell, the universe has revealed two things to you this week:
1. The trick to keeping Moose and Dudo separated is apparently to make one of them wear the cone of shame.
2. Energy is neither created nor destroyed, it is merely transformed (a.k.a Third Law of Thermodynamics). Perhaps Susan is reminding you to keep your chin up through a medium you recognize? Still, I wouldn’t open them or respond, given the age we now live in!
Tundra Bunny:
In this case, I’m very happy to cast aside my cynicism and believe. (I have investigated a bit. They’re perfectly safe. No clue why they’re appearing this way… and only on my iphone.)
how bizarre about the emails!!
bodhisattvaintraining:
I’m usually a cynic but I chose to believe this time that Susan is reaching out to me.
I absolutely think so. It’s too wonderful to be anything but…
ps signed annie, not a cynic 😉
Annie:
Susan and I had some kind of special bond that was immediate for us both. She’s enough to make a believer out of me.
I wish I could fill in for Susan.
Love,
Janie
janiejunebug:
That’s so kind of you. I’m happy to have you, too!
I think the alien and the emails are connected. The cats are probably in control of both.
David:
Well, I suppose I should thank the cats.
How strange about the e-mails! I love those little pink cactus flowers. It looks like a similar species to our blooming cactus, but our flowers are yellow.
Steve:
That little cactus blooms year-round, but it needs to be repotted. It’s got almost no soil.