Well the obvious answer is; because you are stupid enough to own cats. The cat’s answer would most likely be:
a. You went to the front door, what did you expect.
b. You lucky you, thank me for leaving you some tea later I have birds to annoy.
or c. What, you again, what are you bothering me about now?
Updates on the Crazies.
It is spring here in Western Australia. And we all know what that means don’t we. Hay-fever, less rain, longer days filled with evil blinding sunlight and heat. Did I mention I’m not a Spring/Summer person. I hate the Spring! The only thing I hate more than the Spring is Summer, but Spring heralds Summer and Summer leads to Autumn, so Spring is certainly up there.
It also means doofuses on TV are starting to rave about our lovely fine weather. And I can’t afford to throw things at the TV, at least not things that will break it. We need rain, we always need rain. But we can all be sweltering to death with our gardens burnt up, not to mention the farmers, and there will still be some twit on TV bleating on about fine weather and having a good weekend, outside, where the cancer causing, hotter than hell sunshine is; morons.
Warning:
I have just realised that the weekend was not just a one-off.
So welcome to my Spring personality. Apparently I hate lots of stuff and want people to know about it.
(I can’t tell what my mood is until I analyse psychosomatic symptoms & my behaviour.)
Oh the kids & Gavin have hay fever too. I’m on 2 different antihistamines a day (doctor’s orders) but can take up to 4. Unless I get an insect sting; 6’s the limit.
So if I’m not zonked by allergy I’m zonked by antihistamines. I hate Spring!
The little kids are back at school tomorrow, except Tash had to spend from 9 till 4 at school play rehearsal. Her boyfriend had better have been there. I hate the latest school production, why do they need the cast of “Mean Girls” to do “High School Musical”. And I can just imagine how thrill packed spending 7 hours rehearsing for your role as background character X is going to be. Shut up I am not a stage mother. I don’t resent her small part; I resent the discipline of the staff in charge and the calibre of the rest of the cast. Shut up that is not what all stage mothers say!
Choir is at 7:30 tomorrow morning. But the great news is we got Tashs’s final report during the holidays & I have an appointment with her associate principal tomorrow so we can start organizing appropriate supports.
Thursday Tab is starting Neurofeedback; the wonder treatment I owe my new life to. You know the thing that allowed me to write and subsequently reach all you lovely people. The website to complain to is Rikki Ambrosius. I’ll let you know if they can detect a brain to retrain.
Back to the cats, Smokie slept on the new cat tree for the first time today. Yes, he is that stubborn.
Orion heard the camera being used.
So in my Human training today, I studied feeding myself. In the school holidays I bought a tea set with tray. By placing food & liquid close to me we are trying to avoid the regular dehydration that occurs way too often, and to avoid the too late realisation that I have forgotten to eat, I fall “asleep” & have to be woken to eat (usually chocolate) or …
The main idea is to try to repair my wrecked metabolism I have permission to eat whatever it takes to get me to eat regularly but I’m trying for healthy. I’ve made my own dressing mint sauce, apple cider vinegar and virgin olive oil. And a bottle of water with a 6th Tropical Juice and a splash of mint sauce (I like mint). And we’ve filled a shelf with stuff I can eat.
We tidied a bit and got my calendar up to date. Then we made Pumpkin Soup before F. support worker had to leave. By the way the pumpkin was too big and the other ingredients were a little old so I just approximated 1 1/2 times the recipe & it still came out well so the recipe is flexible.
There’s a platter of watermelon for the kids to share when Tash gets home, so I’ve done my job for today.
Nap time now, nigh nigh!
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