Now If I Ever Called Her Miss Piggy, On The Other Hand, I Might Actually Find Myself In A World Of Hurt

I’m always perplexed when (as I did with yesterday’s post) I get a response with some variation on the “I’ll bet she didn’t like that you said that!” theme, so here are a couple of quick points:

#1. I would never knowingly post something involving L’s Mother that she didn’t approve of.

#2. I’ve got a pretty good feel on what she finds funny and what she doesn’t, and her response to what I said yesterday was a giggle and a proud “I’m a Muppet!”.

#3. Even if she didn’t like it, what’s she going to do to me? She’s only got those little felt arms . . .

All Clear

As predicted, the storm here was very mild, and all is well. The worst damage that occurred was to my toe when I misjudged the placement of something I’d moved inside, and even that should be cleared up in another few days.

Because We Do

I’m busy today doing the by-the-numbers prep for the incoming hurricane. Confidence is high that we’re just going to get a little wind and rain, but I never get tired of saying we take every tropical system seriously in this house.

My Thought Process For The Day

Let’s see . . . I could do a light-hearted entry to let people know that I’m feeling a little better today, or I could do something more introspective to let them know that I’m still processing the news I learned last week.

. . . Or I could say what I just said to myself and cover all the bases.

I Hope That’s Understandable

About yesterday’s post . . .

Just to clear up any ambiguity, yesterday I received some unexpected news regarding an unexpected death. Maybe I’ll talk about it more in the future, and maybe I won’t; the only thing I’m sure of at the moment is that I’m not going to say anything more here about it today.

And If You’re Planning To Be Stupid, You Still Have Time To Change That

Well . . . July 4th weekend is coming up around here, and I just wanted to say that however you’re planning to celebrate, don’t be stupid about it.

And Not For The First Time

Regarding yesterday’s post, I just wanted to clarify that while I’m in no way above setting up for a joke, I like to make it clear upfront when I’m doing so. What I posted yesterday actually happened the way I wrote it. I was feeling a tad maudlin and staring at what I had written knowing that the post needed something, when my son came in and provided it.

We’ve Got Someone On The Way To See What Can Be Done About This

So apparently it’s possible for an iguana to get themselves stuck in a chain-link fence . . .

So Can We Please Start Learning From Our Mistakes Now?

Between you and me, I’d rather be talking about how many chocolate chips you can add to cookie dough before the mix becomes more chocolate chip than cookie (It’s seems to take about a dozen past the “normal” amount of chocolate chips in a regular cookie, by the way.), but I need to say this:

There’s a lot going on in the world right now, and I’m not trying to minimize any of it, but let the record reflect that in my part of the world at least, there is no “second wave” of COVID-19; this is still the first!

I’ve Been Finding That Soothing Lately

I still feel it’s risky for me to say anything at all just yet. (In part because the situation is still so volatile, and in part because *I* am still so volatile.) So instead today I’m just going to watch the goose family in the backyard raise their goslings.