Aaaaa-CHOOOO! Yes, it's that time again...

Two allergies.  Dust and hay.  I live in an area where I am surrounded by farms and hay fields, in a valley famous for lawn type grass seed.  (Pot is legal here, I specify.  Actually, I don't know, we might be famous for pot, too, for all I know, but I don't know, at this point, if I am allergic to it... Sigh.)

I really like this time of year, because of the plants growing tall and strong, but I sound like a very snorfl-y puppy most of this time, because of hay season.  The hay is cut, knocking all the pollen and dust in the air.  Swept into rows to bale, then baled, and carried off.  These each throw stuff about to make my nose twitchy.  And I love to be outside.

I garden. Snorf.  I walk. Sniff. Pet the cat. Blurfsnif.  Talk to the neighbor after haying. Ah-choo!

So enjoyable. Not...  But, it's a nuisance, not life threatening, so I just carry an extra hanky, and deal.  The weather is changing, we normally have way hot weather right now, and the hay can stay in the fields for a bit.  The old adage, "Make hay while the sun shines"?  Yes, the hay is being stored away, because we are due for rain, which will ruin the hay.  One farmer even offered a bonus to the folks helping him get the hay put up, so he wouldn't have it rained on.

The rain, with the warm?  We get mold around here quite a bit.  You know what ELSE that I am allergic to?

Yep...

Excuse me while I go wash some hankies...

(Oh, and if you have a 7-11 store near you, today is free Slurpee day.  One of my more enjoyable kid like vices...)

Above and beyond.

Sometimes you just know when someone loves you.

Husband is allergic to cats.  We both have allergies, and when we were checked, the doctor made it clear that he has a big time allergic reaction to felines.  I have one to dust and hay.  (Gee, and I live in the Willamette Valley...)  I have been out and about, and on the go, and was finally home for a few days, when Husband said, look, there is a cat on Craigslist.

Um, yeah, that's sort of like saying there are leaves on a tree, in this area, so???

Just look at it.

I did.  A blue point Siamese.  It looked so much like the Jack cat I had.  I smiled, it sure is a nice one... Husband said, call on it.

HUSBAND!  You have allergies.

Call.  So I did.  And she was adopted out.

sigh...

I didn't think too much more about it, until a day or so later, when Husband snorted, then piped up, it's in there again, and grabbed the phone.  Now, "it" was a bit of a mystery, I hadn't seen what he was looking at, and what "again" he was talking about.

"So, I saw the cat is available again?...  Uh huh.  Uh huh.  Where are you at?  Oh?  Is this Sam, perhaps?  Ok, well, we know where you are, and we'll be out to get it in just a few minutes."

Turns out, the cat was called on by someone, who in typical Craigslist flake fashion, said they would take her, then called later and said no, they found one they liked closer, and didn't want that one.  So we headed over.  I thought I recognized the name, it was someone Husband had worked some contracting for some time ago, and we'd sold a tiny bit of property to.  We arrived, and Sam rather unceremoniously dumped the cat into my arms, saying, "You can name her, we just call her Cat."

Oh.

Cat wanted down, so we chatted with he and his wife for a bit, found out there was a family member that was violently allergic to cats (i.e. she would swell up and be sneezing for days...), so they had to get rid of her.

We took her home, and I slept on the couch that night, so she could get used to me. I had a cat on my feet, on my shoulder, tried to sleep on my face, on my back, and curled up by my stomach... It was a long night.  Husband decided we'd try letting her sleep outside the bedroom, that didn't work well, HE could hear the low pitched thump as she'd paw the door.  I didn't want her all over the bedroom.

What to do...

She was fine, if she could see us.  So, we compromised.  She is in a carrier, at night, facing our bed.
She can see us, we don't have to listen to yowling, or pawing all night, and everyone can sleep.

Husband said it was a "just because present".

Yeah, I know, I got a good one...

Presenting, Schrodinger, or Ding, for short~

She loves sitting in the window, and is transfixed when the turkeys go by.  We put one of those painting stepladders by the other door, so she can watch the llamas and the chickens the other direction.  Have to be a bit careful, she is declawed, so we don't want her falling off things, but she seems to fit in fine.

I will have her spoiled in no time.  Oh, wait...

Title goes here...

And... More words should go here, making sentences.  The sentences should lead to paragraphs, making a coherent thought and readable passage. 

Yeah.  Right. 

Ever had one of those days that you think the average IQ of the gunk behind the refrigerator probably would need to spot you 5 points to make it even? 

I took some antihistamines this morning, my allergies were driving me to distraction, and even tho the darn thing should be out of my system, I still feel like I could just sit and doze off without much excuse...  Which would be very interesting for any deputies.  Or my bosses... 

So.  Let's see.  I am finally getting eggs, silly hens took long enough break.  We celebrated this fact by Husband having a homemade Egg McDoohickey that he likes.  I put homemade egg, cheddar, and ham on an English Muffin, but otherwise it's JUST LIKE the one at the Golden Arches Breakfast club.  (Well, sometimes I use American Cheese...) 

I also made him cookies.  I have been trying and trying to get him to eat the cereal I bought, Grape Nutty stuff.  He likes the other stuff.  I am not a fan of GN, it's okay, but if I have the choice, it's usually something else.  I am beginning to suspect Husband feels the same way.  So, I made cookies.  Oatmeal Raisin.  (Which I don't care for, and he really likes.)  Except, it became Oatmeal Grapenutty Raisin.  I make a double batch, which calls for 6 cups oats.  I used three of oats, three of Grapeynuts.  Husband noticed, after about the sixth cookie.  He likes it.  Which a double batch I certainly hope so!  So, I will have to see what other nefarious concoctions I can make with the stuff, and maybe get it used up, somehow.  The plus in this, I tried a bite of the cookie, to see if the consistency was okay.  Now, I don't like Raisin Oatmeal, and these have the added benefit of my not liking the texture.  Works for my benefit, anything that can keep me from mindless munching, that is a good thing, Martha, dear!

The weather is just odd here. 

It was raining just a day or so ago, then it was foggy, this morning it was icy. That lead to an interesting incident.  Rudee is a very happy, active dog.  We have wheelchair accessible ramps to our doorways. (Long story, remind me, I might tell you about that later.)  Well, Rudee loves to 'racecar' up and down those things, and normally, this isn't a problem.  But this morning?  He roared up the thing, and slipped a leg off the side, then started skidding, trying to keep from falling off, since he'd reached the highest point.  I realized, the place where he was at had frost on it.  I couldn't do much, and he managed to slide around and get footing again, but I noticed he was a bit less 'warp speed' until he was on the ground again.  But now, this afternoon?  It's sunny.  I keep wondering, everyone in the Midwest and East Coast, snow, snow, more snow, and if that isn't enough, snow and ice.  Here, no.  But I am just waiting for when the other weather shoe drops.  Microburst?  Ice Storm late in the season?  G*d forbid, volcano? 

Maybe I worry too much. Hey, everyone needs a hobby.

Writing... I have a little written, and was trying to get some that I had written a while ago off a thumb drive I have.  The thumb drive no longer works.  So.  Plan B.  I  remember most of what I wrote, so I am going to go Old School, and write it on paper, with a pen.  Then, and only then, I will transfer it to a disk/CD/stick/holographic nanobot, whatever.  Because, as archaic as pen and paper is, I have less problems with it.  I can crush it, and still have it readable when I smooth it out.  I can carry it with me, in a folder, with out worry that I will misplace it (as easily as a thing about half the size of a pencil).  I guess I am just a bit on the grouchy side, I like technology, all right.  But I want to be able to use it without fear of something going poof, and getting rid of the stuff I carefully put back for further use.  Husband suggested the little teeny memory thing like is used in cameras and such.  He said there are less moving parts, so it shouldn't go out on me like the other. 

I think I am still going to use my pen and paper.  Back up.  Just in case. 

Speaking of technology, I was looking at Amazon.  I found out, I can use the type of computer I have as a really big Kindle, with a download from Amazon.  I did this, then started looking at the titles.  Hmm.  I found out there are several that are free.  Like to the tune of around 15,000 books.  As many books as I have read, there were several that popped up that I hadn't, like "Dracula", and "Alice in Wonderland".  And some that I had, but would like to read again, like the journals of Lewis and Clark.  Of course, the whole point is to draw you in to the ones you BUY, but there are a bunch of them that I want to look at in the freebie section, as well. 

But that doesn't mean that I have any less books in the rest of the house.  I need to get cracking on "Guns, Germs, and Steel", Husband wants to read it.  So, I have been trying not to start on another book, until I finish that one, so he can read it.  This lead to a bit of a negotiation, he still has "Lord of the Rings" series stuck on his bedside table.  I told him I get that after I give him the GGS book.  High stakes here, folks!  Mostly, we do that to make sure that we know where said book IS.

I have lost a pound this week.  Yay!  I still don't understand how I can gain one week, and lose the next, and not be doing anything particularly different!  I guess just trying to be consistant is the biggest part.  That and keeping chocolate chips out of the house... 

So.  There you have it.  A blog.

Ta Da! 

Have yourself a good day, and don't fallllllzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...

OH! Hi, Deputy!