May 27, 2017
3:29 p.m.

So we have this little dog named Trixie. She's getting up there in years, and has developed a marked intolerance for certain sounds. God forbid that the baby should cry--Trixie will howl mournfully along with her.

My daughter loves to sing along with most anything she's doing, which also leads to doggie howls.

Violins in musical pieces can set off quite a display, too. Heaven help us if the remote control isn't readily at hand to turn the volume down. Sad movie scenes are the worst!

A couple days ago my daughter and son were watching "Little House on the Prairie" (Yes, you read that correctly--they bought the whole series!) and Charles Ingalls was playing the fiddle. I immediately tensed up--oh no! Trixie is going to go off like a firecracker! Where's the remote?

Trixie remained asleep at my feet. Whew!

Then another character takes the fiddle and plays a rather unimpressive rendition of "Flight of the Bumblebee". I was sure that the time for Trixtheatrics had come.

Nothing.

Five minutes later, the toddler starts singing something, and Trixie immediately goes nuts: Yike, yike yike!

Lord, it's so much fun around here.

She's currently howling at absolutely nothing. Hmm. Poor old girl.
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May 28, 2017
6:00 p.m.

Well, I was quite the ball-dropper yesterday, it seems.

Actually, I was working away when my little granddaughter decided to help me spill soda on my keyboard. Yay. My shift key is still sticking! Delightful.
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I got on here yesterday to lament a bit about how holiday weekends always start out rainy. This one was no exception, but now, Sunday, the weather seems to be much improved. I'll take it--the sun has been out all day. However, rain is forecast for tomorrow. Hmm.

I'm not anti-rain, per se, but my bones are. I don't have an achy-breaky heart, but I do have achy-breaky joints, and all this wet and gloomy has made me stiff and swollen and not at all a happy camper. I want to walk up a hill without begging my knees and hips to suck it up and get to the top. I want to make a fist. I want to get comfortable.

Today's sunshine has been helpful in this regard. I even put on some sunscreen and went out to soak up some good old vitamin D. Took the little old doggie with me. We both moved better afterward. Amazing. Sunshine is sometimes the best medicine of all.

(Don't tell my kids--they are dreading hot weather. But I'm not opposed to feeling less achy-breaky even if I'm sweaty. Hahaha!)
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6:17 p.m.

It appears that the television sets in this house are going to bite the dust, one by one. Hmm.

It's not that much of an issue for me. I can watch on my computer, my phone or my Kindle. no problemo. But as for the rest of the family--I don't think I want everyone gathered around my phone! So I guess it might be time to t.v. shop. Yuck.

I'd rather buy Alice Cooper tickets.

Ah, it's summer. Let "em go outside and play. Right?
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This particular post is pretty telling in that it shows that there are times when there is little to nothing of value on my mind.

I could go off on politics, but I'm not in the mood.

I'm going to sign off for now and hope I can think of something inspiring to say regarding Memorial Day.

Bye now!