The Forces of Evil and Blogger Tipping Day

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The fight with the forces of evil is going badly this year. No, seriously. This ever-returning virus keeps messing with my ability to actually write.  And on the days I feel well, something else hits.

But I must get off this rut and actually write.

On the good side, I’ve signed a new contract with PJM Media and will be doing both “open” and “membership only” articles for them.  On that second one, I should — haven’t yet — get a code to give you a discount if you get membership.

I also have a couple of actually paying cover commissions.

All of that should help with present crunch.  And the Mathematician and I will go hand in hand and skipping all the way to fight the forces of evil in the forthcoming week so I’ll hopefully FINALLY get Other Rhodes to first readers, and set about finishing Winter Prince only three months late..

Oh, on the ever-returning virus — it really seems mostly gone right now. I’m just exhausted. More on that later* — and the effects of even a mild cold when it persists that long and makes you feel extremely tired: this cost us $20k, as we had to replace our long-suffering car.  All of us knew it was losing oil (slowly) and to keep an eye on the dial and anyway, add oil every week just in case. But we were TIRED and not tracking very well. So….. So. Yeah.

Sure, we’d have had to replace it in a year, but in a year, everything else working out (it should, it really should) we would have had a little more room in the budget. Ah, well.

Speaking of budget, it’s February 29th, Blogger Tipping Day!

I don’t normally rattle the cup, but I do allow myself to do it on Blogger Tipping Day.

If you regularly read According To Hoyt, consider throwing a few bucks at the “paypalme” donation button on the upper right corner, or, if it’s been a good year for you and you enjoy ATH, consider a monthly subscription.  It helps more than I wish to tell you right now.

*As always when I am finally over a recurring virus, I did mega house cleaning yesterday.  Which would be fine, except in a maneuver too complex to explain, Valeria-cat dumped a whole box of litter into a bucket of water on the floor of the laundry room. Which led to….. and hour of clean up, as soaked litter exploded all over the laundry room.  By the time I was done I also had to clean the kitchen (again) the living room (again, and this time with carpet cleaner, the stairs, etc. as I couldn’t fully rid my shoes of litter. Oh, also I was shedding soaked litter from my jeans, which were soaked in it from the knee down.
I’ve never in my entire life come as close to killing a cat. She had no reason to go on top of the washer, much less to perch on the edge of another cat’s box. (I’d put it on top of the washer (on top of a trash bag) while I cleaned Euclid’s confinement-cage, otherwise known as “sick cat kitty pokey.” There are THREE BOXES ON THE FLOOR ACCESSIBLE TO HER, but she had to jump on top of the washer, where I put it to be out of the cats reach (she’s the ONLY one who can jump that high.)

Anyway, this made house-cleaning extreme mode. REALLY extreme mode.  I went to bed at 8:30 and got up at 7:30 this morning.  My sleeping so long must have worried Greebo, because he bit my arm at about six.
Meanwhile I can’t remember if I took my morning thyroid. Normally I take it when the alarm goes. I swallow the tablet, and turn off the alarm, in that order.

I don’t remember taking the tablet, but I also don’t remember turning off the alarm. And someone did. I’m going to take it semi-easy today so I don’t suffer a relapse.

 

 

104 thoughts on “The Forces of Evil and Blogger Tipping Day

  1. I am lucky that days like that, there’s no incredibly bad effects from taking my maintenance meds a second time, so I can do it just in case. Darling husband keeps threatening to make up a weekly pill box for me.

    AS for Valeria? Cats will, unfortunately, be cats. Whether we want them to or not. I know my husband’s great frustration that cats neither understand “stay!” nor “heel!” …and wouldn’t obey them if they did. (I really need to get this man a very calm old grey-muzzled senior laborador retriever.)

    1. A weekly pill box is a good idea.

      Of course, right now (in the aftermath of my Cataract Surgery) I’m having to use eye drops three or four times a day (one eye is down to three times a day with the other four times a day).

      Fun keeping track of them. 😉

      1. I did a calendar for the eye drops for the cataract procedures. That way I didn’t have to figure out the offsets more than once. (Dilation drops A times a day for B days, Antibiotic C for D, Steroid E for F.)

        It wasn’t quite so tricky when I had retina surgery then cornea work a couple months later. It got messier when I developed steroid sensitivity–first a non-steroid anti-inflammatory, then steroid plus glaucoma drops. Whee.

        1. Thankfully, the doctor provided me with a chart for those (separate one for each eye).

          I also use my desk-top calendar alarms to remind me daily (four times a day).

    2. I have 3 of the weekly pill boxes: morning, evening and bed time. Fill them Friday evening and call for refills for pickup during Sunday shopping when a bottle gets under a week’s worth.

      Only way I can be sure I’ve taken what I should when I should.

      1. Saturday is my refill time. The morning one gets refilled later in the AM, and the other just before I go to bed.

        My prescription setup lets me renew 1 week ahead of time for 90 day supplies. By doing this regularly, I build up a reserve of 1 month every year. For a couple of the meds, I now have a minimum 5-6 month supply, and another over a year (doctor dropped the dose from 2 tabs/day to 1/day). The only med that has 90 days or less is less than critical.

        1. I find the Friday evening time is the the shortest interval to ensure pick up during my normal shopping trip on Sunday at my particular pharmacy. YMMV

          I’ll have to check on 90 day, but I think the only way I can get that is to go mail order. Which has been a disaster (missing meds/excessive meds/meds I’m not prescribed any longer/wrong dosages/ DMV levels of customer service) the two times I’ve tried it (once forced to it by an insurance policy I no longer have) I will do anything I can to avoid it in the future

          1. Our insurance is the same. Plus the prescription portion, until medicare kicks in, is lousy. We went to Costco, whose prices were less expensive out of pocket for 90-day supply than the co-pay through insurance, still through Costco (made my head hurt). That doesn’t count Costco’s discount if you sign that you aren’t using insurance … Once medicare kicks in 90-day supplies are allowed (why? same insurance!). I only have the glaucoma eye drops; only comes in on size. Hubby is on medicare, his meds are around $45 / 90 supply co-pay.

            Also, the “don’t have insurance” cash pay declaration works for pets too. We had a dog on heart medicine. The only question was did they carry the small enough dose for her (small dog). They did. Close to 20% of what the vet cost was … huge savings. Unfortunately Costco didn’t carry the second one she needed …

          2. I used Costco for prescriptions when we were in California, but stopped when up here. They are my preference for test strips and lancets (I could get them through Medicare part B, but haven’t set up anything. With the pharmacy 100 miles from home, it’s a hassle I don’t want to have.)

            Bi-Mart pharmacy is good, but with no Sunday hours. We usually go in Tuesday or Wednesday, and they’ll keep the meds for a week if we’re delayed. The only hassle is when the refills run out. Somehow the fax (how quaint!) connection between the pharmacy, my doctor and the pharmacy again never quite works. Now, I call the clinic, and they’ll transmit the fresh prescription.

            I don’t have prescription insurance (didn’t sign up for Medicare Part D), but am covered through the state generic program (when generics are available–so far, all but eye drops, which were short term. Thank God, ’cause some were *expensive*.) I get 3 prescriptions refilled at one shot (450 pills in all), and that costs $56 for a 90 day supply. A single pill 90 day would be $11, though this varies a bit. An advantage for those who can use Bi-Mart, you can use other branches for prescription meds. Came in handy when I got sick west of the Cascades one trip.

            I tried mail order RX when I was working in California. The main difference was that they seemed to get the amounts correctly, but shipping was a huge pain; had to go to work (needed signature, arggh) and the lobby guards had difficulties dealing with such.

      2. Let me interject here;

        For those of you who are dealing with enough pills to need an organizer for them; if you don’t already, start going to a locally owned non-chain pharmacy. I had just accepted that dealing with pharmacies was like dealing with a DOT; ALWAYS five times more aggravating than necessary. Then, in ’98, we moved to a town that had a small family owned pharmacy. And, my God, what a difference! A small pharmacy can actually FIND a scrape they filed for you. If there’s a problem, you can trust them to solve it while you do other chores. You don’t have to stand in the store having a tantrum to get them to MOVE! Since then, we have moved again, and found a second family owned pharmacy, and it’s the same. Anything extra I may be paying because they aren’t a huge chain store able to front deep discounts is more than made up for by my NOT having to buy ulcer medication.

        1. I’ll keep that in mind.

          But I’ve been lucky with my pharmacy (Meijer) in that, while part of a regional chain, acts more like a small family owned one.

          They’ve caught mistakes on my prescription (did the Dr REALLY mean that?) followed up and got it corrected and told me about it afterwards. They have been great when dealing with insurance companies, digging out manufacturer coupons to offset insurance co. stupidity, on and on. I’m on a first name basis with most of the staff and several have me keyed in and ready to check out by the time I’m at the register.

          At one point my former employer tried to force me to another regional chain due to a “special savings deal” they had worked out (savings to the employer, not us). (Plan administrators get upset when you use terms like “kickback”. Who knew?). Told them to FOAD and stayed where I was. Did not notice any increase in prices and I was not convinced that any notional personal savings would be worth the transition and extra drive times. Plus having to make an extra stop on shopping day (there’s I reason I shop where I do and not the other place).

          1. “Plan administrators get upset when you use terms like “kickback”. Who knew?”

            Wide eyes … Really? They do? Wow. (Okay sarcasm off.)

            1. I take many meds (over 20) and find Walgreens to be quite good. I’m lucky that hubby has excellent insurance from work. Everyone in my household takes medication. Me, hubby and the dog.

        2. For what it’s worth, Bi-Mart is a chain, but a smallish regional, employee-owed instance of one. The *only* problem I have is when a prescription runs out. The official way is to let the pharmacy know, they’ll fax(so they say) the clinic, who in turn has the doctor review and sends the Rx back. I’ve found that this has about a 30% chance of working correctly the first time, and maybe 75% on the second try.

          What does work, I’ll call the clinic with my needs, they’ll pass it to the doctor, and then they’ll transmit the Rx. This gets some grumbles, but has worked 100% of the time.

          I’m reasonably sure it’s a problem at the clinic side, though. When it’s happened, the pharmacy offers to front me a few days of pills. I usually had enough of a stash that it was not necessary.

          My wife’s only objections is the people who give the shots shouldn’t. Painful shots, not fun.

  2. sounds like she is an aerial kitty who needs to be high. I’m sure she wasn’t expecting such an accident. I hope you are feeling better after the efforts of yesterday. I know there are times I want to explode when doggy doesn’t do what she’s told especially when I am tired and cranky.

    Happy Leap Day

        1. I guess that’s why our doggie tunnels under the comforters. What size and breed of dog do you have Cyn?

            1. Ours is a mix of toy poodle and terrier. We haven’t been able to figure out what kind of terrier though. He’s being treated for canine lymphoma (There’s a facility near us that does oncology for cat and dogs.) Before chemo he was all white with fluffy fur. These days he’s auburn (snicker. my hubby’s an alum of Auburn @ Montgomery) and white with coarse fur. I guess we had a poodle and he’s transformed into a terrier. The actual facts are boring.

  3. Jar Tipped.

    FWIW, I use 7 day pill safes for morning and bedtime pills. If I miss a day, it’s pretty obvious once I figure out what day of the week it is. Since some of the meds are useful for my survival, it helps to make sure I get the right amount.

  4. Blogger tipping? I cannot condone this! I only support bloggers who remain steadfastly upright.

    Although I do appreciate the restoration of the self-renewing donation which reduces the burdens on my once formidable and now merely formless powers of recollection.

    1. Speaking of once formidable powers of recollection, a certain box wants ticking off, and I am just the person to do it.

  5. she’s the ONLY one who can jump that high.

    Well, obviously you put the box up there for her private use, an act of surpassing thoughtfulness she would have been remiss to ail to show her appreciation for by using an other box.

    You didn’t realize that, that was not your intention? What are you, new to cat serfing?

          1. Be fair, now. Greebo is yours, so why shouldn’t Dan get one too? 😛

            But yeah, sympathies on cats doing infuriating stuff. I’ve got one who’ll come in from the rain looking like he just went for a swim and immediately demand lap time, and another who simply does not grasp the notion that my bedroom is not the place to bring his kills.

            1. Had to add Velcro straps to the outside of the freezer door to “lock it” as adventurous kitty Ballerina was pushing the freezer door open during her visits to top of the refrigerator

  6. I’m happy to donate a bit for something that I enjoy. I appreciate reading your blog Sarah.

    As to cats–they are what they are. My cat, Apple, has a fascination with water. As in he like to play in the water. Weird, right?

    I have a screened-in porch that I have converted to an office by boarding up the screen windows and hanging curtains to hide the boards. Unfortunately it leaks a bit when it rains. So, until warm weather comes and I can make this a more permanent thing (or convert back into a porch–don’t know yet which) I have bucket to catch the leaks. I really don’t like the rug to be wet when I work out there.

    Apple sees the bucket as a play toy, and inevitably will tip over the bucket full of water (I’m not good at remembering to empty it as often as I should) which results in a wet rug. The very thing I was trying to avoid.

    Sigh.

    1. Has she some bombay in her? Because Petronius the Arbiter (cat from Hades) did, and I could get him to come by running water. His favorite thing in the whole world was to have about an inch of water on the tub so he could splash and play. 😀

      1. I don’t think so. American short hair tabby, orange and white. He was from a barn cat litter. He is very cuddly, friendly, and playful.

        I think I conditioned him to the water thing. When he was a kitten it was hilarious to put an ice cube in his water bowl. He would try to fish it out and shake the paw when it got wet. Now he has a thing for water.

          1. Tigers are like freakin’ seals. They can spend a ridiculous time under water, too.

            Not only can they drop down on you out of trees, they can come out of the river and snag you out of your boat…

            1. The design for Tigers said “For Cold Weather”. And then some joker decided they ought to be in tropical paces like India. So water lets them moderate the temperature a bit. As for house cats that like water, I’ve had ones that found it fascinating (especially flushing toilets the swirling was an absolute joy to Mac one of our kitties of fond memory), but never that really wanted to be in it. I did have a friend that had two Maine Coons and those critters LOVED it. Do you know how long it takes to dry out 20+ lbs of long haired Cat?

                1. I advise not attempting to blow dry a wet cat to speed the process up. This is based upon recent experience.

                    1. Chain Mail, and a full fencing mask and falconers gloves, Heavy chaps or make sure the mail go’s below your knees. And still keep the medics on speed dial…

                  1. “I advise not attempting to blow dry a wet cat to speed the process up. This is based upon recent experience.”

                    How bad are the scars going to be? Forgiven yet (by the cat)? Curious minds, and all that …

                    1. The drying attempt lasted all of fifteen seconds, from the time I turned the drier on until our wet little Shadow wiggled free of Heather’s arms and leapt away. Given the sounds Shadow emitted we called it a day then, with only minor scratches.

                  2. People have often asked me how long it takes me to dry my hair.

                    My answer is that it dries on its own without my intervention.

                    Wise when dealing with cats, too.

            2. Search on “Cat Breeds That Love Water” and you’ll find lists, Top o’ the chart is apparently Abyssinians, with #10 being Maine Coons (who also adore snow.)

              I believe panthers and jaguars are supposed to be water-loving.

              Foremost of water-cats has got to be Johnson, Chuck Jones’ boyhood companion, Johnson.

              Jones’ family lived on the beach, and Johnson loved to swim in the ocean, and when tired would approach swimming family members for a rest. I the absence of family members he would approach strangers, purring reassuringly even though his low center of gravity and water-sleeked fur made his purr into a disturbing gurgle and his barely out of the water eyes popping like a moray eel.

              He also had a proclivity for grapefruit

              “He moved into our house that morning, bag and baggage. The bag was that cat bag all cats live in, one of the few characteristics he shared with other cats. He sat fat and walked thin like other cats, but the resemblance to other cats stopped there.

              “His baggage was what appeared to be a very old, very used tongue depressor, fastened securely about his neck with a bit of tarry string, bearing in violet indelible ink the crude inscription: JOHNSON. Whether this was his name, that of his former proprietors, or his blood type we were unable to determine, since he discussed his past not at all and responded to the name Johnson as well as nay other, which was not at all; actually going in response to that name only to my mother and then only when she offered him grapefruit.

              “For it cannot be denied that Johnson was a patsy for grapefruit. Many a battered mouse owed his life and his continued livelihood to an unknown grapefruit offered to Johnson by my mother. Johnson would leave a Bismarck herring, a stick of catnip, or a decayed sea gull for a single wedge of grapefruit. For a whole grapefruit, he would have committed fraud or practiced usury.

              “…but Johnson insisted that she misunderstood his needs. After a brief conversation in different languages, my mother reluctantly offered Johnson the remains of her grapefruit.

              “…There was a sudden electric blue crack in the atmosphere like those preceding a tornado, as Johnson went at that innocent grapefruit like a tangerine-colored buzz saw: as the stripped shell of the fruit spun slowly to a stop like a twisting coin, Johnson sat staring dreamy-eyed, dreamy-grinned at Mother. As the reamed-out grapefruit rind whirled to a long loping stop, Johnson’s lox-pink tongue tenderly flicked a final golden drop from a whisker and whispered to Mother the single English word he knew: “More.”

              *From James Joyce’s Ulysses, but Johnson said it first.

              [excerpt from Chuck Amuck by Chuck Jones]
              https://blog.chuckjones.com/chuck_redux/2009/12/chuck-jones-johnson-the-cat.html

              1. The one I love is the myth about the Turkish van that they were the cat(s) on Noah’s ark and when the ark grounded on Mt Ararat they jumped over board and swam ashore. Interestingly many of the water loving cats are long or medium haired. And allegedly Manx are water lovers but the one I had hated the stuff.

                Chuck Jones Johnson must have been a riot. He seems like he might have been the physical prototype[e
                for Claude the cat (shows up in a couple shorts). And yes cats can swim but to it badly because unless they’re seriously fat their density lies close to 1.0 g/cc (or just past) so they sink and have to paddle like crazy.
                Or walk on the bottom of the tub like our Mac did when he jumped into the tub to save my elder daughter and then had to be rescued himself. He was a big cat and the tub was filled shallow (as it was draining) so he stood with his nose and whiskers JUST out of the water, My wife had to go help as bathing daughter and panicked cat are NOT a good mix.

                1. I would speculate the long fur seals water away from the inner layer(s) and keeps the cat’s epidermis dry. Thus relatively little heat loss would happen.

                  1. That seems likely as the medium/long hairs also have an under coat that can be quite oily. That would even reduce the unpleasent wet feeling I suspect. Whereas the much reduced (or absent) undercoat of a short hair means they’ll get wet and cold. and given a cat’s high body temp (~103-104F) it doesn’t take much for them to feel cold.

                2. Really? Havey is a turkish angora. I’ve never tried him on water, but I could totally see that. (Grey patches, instead of vanilla. SAME exact behavior.) I’m going to guess Noah and his family tossed them overboard because they wouldn’t stop squeaking and begging for pets. 😀

                  1. Either that or they kept going for the birds, assorted small mammals, beetles etc. I think Ham threw them, he was a naughty boy :-).

    2. This will sound silly, but have you tried putting the bucket in a dish pan? Or baking tin?

      No, it won’t stop the spilling. It just catches the spill.

    1. Hmm… The tip jar’s not taking my stock tips. Some experimentation revealed that it’s taking monetary tips at least, so I guess Sarah can keep that, but this needs to be fixed. I mean, why wouldn’t you want financial advice from random losers on the internet?

        1. There is a useless and idiotic radio call in aviation that, like the leftist dreams of a working communist society, will not die no matter how much scorn is heaped upon it.

          “Idiot Cessna x many miles out, inbound to (airport), Any traffic please advise” is the bane of a functioning traffic flow. All it tells the rest of the pilots in the area is that a knucklehead is inbound who can’t be bothered to plug his pie-hole and unstop his two perfectly good ears and listen for the position reports being made by other traffic.

          Usually it is greeted by a collective eyeroll, and several annoyed sighs (not transmitted on the radio), and a refusal to crowd the frequency with untimely position reports. But every now and then…

          I was flying out of Birchwood one summer day. Lovely airport, heavily trafficked by supercubs and other folks who want to get close to, but not inside, the crowded airspace of Anchorage. Has a parallel runway for the ultralights & gliders, so you need to be very careful, because gliders don’t always appear where you expects them, or behave like powered airplanes. A knucklehead came in a sleek slick go-fast machine, calling “ten miles out on straight-in approach, any traffic please advise.”

          You could hear the collective eyeroll. Straight-in approach at a crowded airport is announcing you intend to cut in line in front of anyone else when you get there, and combined with that phrase indicates that he had no clue it might be crowded (it was) or if the parallel runway is in use (it was.)

          Before I could finish drawing a deep breath an announce my downwind, the radio came to life. “Buy low, sell high, and don’t invest in internet stocks!”

          My flying buddy snorted. And then it came, like a tsunami. “Don’t announce a straight in to a busy airport!” “Look before you leap!” “Remember not all gliders are yakking it up on frequency!” “Eat at Joe’s!” “If you’re the wheel dog, the view never changes!” “Momma, don’t let your sons grow up to be cowboys!” “You got to know when to hold ’em, know when to fold ’em, know when to walk away, and know when to run!” “Nothing good happens on Fifth Street after midnight!” “When the stripper says you’re handsome, she’s lying.”

          Turns out, pilots have lots and lots of advice, not just on stock tips. Nor all of it fit to print…

          1. To this, I will only add that “any traffic in the area please advise” is the only phrase that the FAA specifically tells pilots not to use.

  7. I really wish I could spare something right now, but the last few months have been a bit tight for me as well.

    I promise to buy some of your books in the near future to make it up.

  8. Ah, yes, the “are you trying to die, cat?” effect.

    The Squirrel Cat has taken to sleeping with the Chief.

    Yes, the three year old boy.

    I have no idea what is going through her so-called mind. Well, other than “ah! Warm! Currently holding still!”

    1. I had a kitty that I think adopted my elder daughter as his pet. Slept with her whenever he could. As a toddler she’d walk up to him and bury her face in his side and squeal and he’d just purr. He loved her. He’d sit in front of her doorway guarding her for all seventeen of his eighteen years that she was alive. It seems that sometimes they just decide ” This one is mine I’m keeping them”. You might as well just accept it 🙂

        1. Our son too was adopted by a couple of the many cats we had when he was born. More so as he got older & the recognized the upright toddler as small food servant. His (100% no doubt, she worshiped him) cat just passed away last November. We are in the process of going through slides & prints (from before digital) that we are sending to Costco for scanning. Our first test run is in process now.

          Personally, don’t care about the landscape only pictures. There are a few *wildlife* ones, but even those, eh, whatever. It is the pets & pictures of our son I want digitized, print or not; & multiple stored. Actual prints, I’ll get into photo books with pictures labeled (finally … not that we look at them, but we have them). Slides, once digitized we’ll pick & choose what to print.

          *Wildlife* – Know we have some Grizzly pictures/slides that look like we are very, very, close. But a tripod with a camera using a 600 telephoto mirrored lens will do that. Also have pictures/slides, where you point to the black dot & state “That is a bear. Honest!”

  9. >> “Speaking of budget, it’s February 29th, Blogger Tipping Day!”

    I can’t help but notice that Blogger Tipping Day occurs on a day that only comes once every four years. That seems a bit unfair.

      1. I don’t think anyone would fault you if you rattled the cup more than once every leap year. Pick a day – the 29th is fine – and ask once a month. Or just once a season if you think that’s still too often.

        1. There was be a Hun who would drop a reminder n the comments every month, but Sarah(finally!) restored the subscribe option, allowing the routine donation to be automated and the worthless git hasn’t remembered to remind ever since.

          Sarah clearly is in dire need of a better class of sycophants.

            1. Harrumph. Petting a wallaby’s ears is both degrading and condescending. Don’t.

              Stop.

              Don’t. Stop.

              Don’t … sigh.


              Stupid knee reflex. Do NOT call me Thumper.

          1. There was be a Hun who would drop a reminder in the comments every month, but Sarah(finally!) restored the subscribe option …

            Sarah needs a better class of typist among her Huns.

        1. As Lovecraft taught us, there are some things mere mortals should not know lest the horror break their minds.

          Which makes me wonder why Fox seems unaffected, now that I think about it…

        2. It’s from the new Witcher show.

          The obnoxious bard, Buttercu– I mean, Jaskier, wrote it to try to improve the main character’s reputation or at least get him some remuneration.

          I don’t get why folks find it so obnoxiously infectious, but I am vaccinated by having six kids. (The Chief has discovered “B! I! N! G! O!”, though it sounds like E-Y-N-HE-OE when he sings it.)

  10. Hmph. Now that you mention this, I am reminded that the new Paypal button is of a different sort than the old, so I will go add myself to this, and contact Dan to remove me from the old setup, to help alleviate his bookkeeping duties a little.

    1. We can’t remove. You have to do it. (I had to explain this recently to the niece of one of my subscribers who died. Several times, because she didn’t seem to get it. We simply don’t have that ability. You have to cancel it from your end.)

  11. Happy Blogger Tipping Day to you! I have heard the rattle and responded appropriately. Now please go write! 😉

  12. Don’t feel like the Lone Ranger, Sarah. The canine kept us up all night alternately licking his butt and refusing to stay still. Found out this morning that the new NSAID for his arthritis (carprofen was interacting with his chemo to the detriment of his liver) had irritated his GI tract from one end to the other, since he had both mouth ulcers and butt ulcers. This in approximately 10 days. He’s off of it, on a bland diet and taking Prilosec for a bit. The vet assures me that he’s actually not in bad shape (lymph nodes normal, etc.), but he does keep us hopping.

  13. Does it say something about my mental state that the first thing that came to mind was sneaking into a field full of bloggers and ramming into one of them at full speed to knock them over? Anyone else grow up where cow tipping was an actual thing?

      1. Perhaps, if people tipped them, they’d work harder. I always tip my cow 20% for whole milk, 10% for 2%, and never for skimming.

    1. Anyone else grow up where cow tipping was an actual thing?


      I grew up where it was an urban… wait, no, it would have been a rural legend, wouldn’t it? That is, everybody joked about ‘cow tipping’ but nobody knew anybody who had actually done it.

      The cows on Grandpa’s farm mostly laid down at night. Maybe they were avoiding cow tippers, or maybe they were just lazy.
      ———————————
      “They were the bad guys, as you say, we were the good guys, and they made a very satisfying THUMP when they hit the floor!”

    2. Was it a real thing ANYWHERE? Considering the relative masses involved, and while bovines are generally languid, there is only so much nonsense up with which they will put.

    3. Where I grew up squirrels were wildlife. Yes I grew up New York (city) –Brooklyn. Yes there are other parts of the city besides Manhattan.

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