what the world needs now...

"Fusty old woman."

The voice behind me whispered with prepense as to both plead ignorance and intent.  I spun quickly, nearly knocking the young woman over with my pocketbook. 

"Excuse me?  Say again?"

"Oy, so your deaf as well, are you?"

 "Oh no.  I heard you very well, and despite your whisper, I'm certain you meant for me to hear you.  If you've something to say, say it to my face."

The girl suddenly shrunk in size as her friends began to laugh at her, and I could sense that her bravado in front of them was nothing more than a fraud.  Her clothes were unclean, her hair looked as if rats were nesting in it, and she had the appearance of someone who was living on the street.

She looked down at her shoes, once white sneakers were now a filthy looking mouse grey color.  She didn't want to appear weak in front of her friends, but she was unsure of what to say or do next.  I had an urge to be a little more clement with her.

"I suppose you are unaware that the word fusty has more than one meaning.  Can you tell me if you meant to say that I was old-fashioned, or that I stunk?"

She looked up at me, eyes wide and surprised at the opening I was handing her.

"I, uh, I caught wind of your perfume, and it made me think of my dead granny.  So, I guess I meant that you stunk."

Behind her, her friends were giving each other high-fives at what they felt was her come back low blow to me.  I winked at her.

"Hmm, yes, I do suppose it has worn out its welcome.  It is actually a scent my grandfather gave to my grandmother when I was a child.  I wear it sometimes to cope when I miss her, like today, but it might have gone bad after all this time.  What do you do when you miss your grandmother?"

Tears welled up in her eyes, and I could tell it was more than just her grandmother she missed.  Her friends lost interest in the turn of the conversation and went off to tease and harass someone else down the street.

"I tell you what.  I was just about to have breakfast this morning at the restaurant across the street.  What if you join me, my treat, and tell me all about your grandmother and I can tell you all about mine.  Today would have been her 118th birthday, and I think she would like it if you joined me to celebrate her life.  My name is Ella, and I was named after her.  What's your name?"

She looked across the street at the five-star Michelin restaurant I had pointed to, then back at me, eyes wider than before and tears freely falling now.  She nodded slowly.

"My name is Ella too."

Joining in with Words for Wednesday, the prompts can be found [here] and above in bold italics.

Saturdays ...

  Saturdays have become my exploring days.  Charlie is at his other home for a weekend slumber party.  It makes him happy.  And them ...   As much as I miss him when he is gone, I feel I'm more productive when I know he is getting all kinds of cuddles and attention when he is with them.  When he is here, I'm more inclined to spend time just hanging out with him on the sofa.

  This weekend, I've been working on getting some much-needed projects done.  It was "a week."

  Monday the wire clothes rack and shelf in my (only) closet tore free from the wall and crashed to the floor.  Since it is my only closet, it was also where the cat litter boxes were at the time.  They've now been moved to the back room.

  Needless to say, some clothes are getting washed again and tomorrow I will begin the task of putting together the two new rack and wood shelf units.

  I put together another storage shelf unit and got drapes hung in the back room, then finished putting up some privacy film in the bathroom window.  Had a very nice chat with one of my neighbors and learned more about the area.  Did some grocery shopping, met the local pharmacist and discovered we both graduated in the 80's and the era of really good music. I explored the local Ace Hardware store and was thrilled to find out that they are also a Hallmark store.  I confess to being a closet Hallmark-aholic.  Ursula has become my work mascot.

  My sister sent me a link to a nearby scenic mountain drive which I will probably do next weekend.  Just driving around town, I'm mesmerized by the beautiful old houses, and there is a cemetery to explore also when my knee is up to the climb.

  Hope you've had a peaceful and productive weekend ... 💚  Ci

Let the fun begin again ...

"What on earth is all that racket outside?  I can't even hear myself think."

"You didn't know?  There is a protest going on!  It's the most amazing thing!  I was just getting ready to go out and join them."

"You will do no such thing!!  What are they protesting?"

"Traps!

"Traps?  What sort of traps and why?"

"Mouse traps!"

"Don't be ridiculous!  Why on earth would the cats be protesting mouse traps?"

"Apparently there was a study that one of them saw on YouTube that showed an analysis on the performance of cats catching mice compared to mouse traps, and now the cats are feeling threatened that their jobs are at risk.  The study showed that humans had a higher level of confidence in the traps than they did the cats, and that there was such a significant performance gap between the two that many humans are even considering rehoming their cats!"

"And you are thinking of joining the cats in their protest?  I think that is just a tiny bit abnormal. You do remember that you just happen to be a mouse, don't you?  A rather small, grey mouse at that."

"Well, duh.  Of course, I know I'm a mouse!  But I was thinking it would be a perfect marketing opportunity for me to plaster some of our adverts on the back of their protest posters!"

"Marketing?  Adverts?  Posters?  Now I'm thoroughly confused.  Have you even thought this through?  In what way does this even begin to make sense?  What exactly are 'we' marketing?  And to who?"

"I think it is actually 'to whom' but either way, 'we' would be marketing the latest and greatest way to travel!"

"I'm afraid to ask."

"Purse pockets!"

"Purse pockets?  As in ladies' purses?  You realize that women are often the first to scream when they see us, and I doubt very much they would be willing to share their pocketbooks with the likes of us."

"That's the beauty of it!  They wouldn't even know we were there!  Picture this ... for a fee, we act as the middleman between a house mouse and some of the toughest mice in the hood.  We get the address, and then the hood mouse breaks in at night to a house and chews a little opening in the lady's pocketbook between the outside and the inside liner.  Just big enough for the house mouse to fit into, but in an out of the way place, like on the bottom or side seams.  The house mouse then gets a free ride to visit all the neighbors' houses, and maybe even upgrade their own living arrangements."

"Hmmm."

"It's a perfect plan, you can't deny it!  I mean, for openers we could start small, maybe just a few clients, and see how it pans out.  Or maybe go large scale, and just overrun the upper-class neighborhoods.  I just see so many possibilities for this business to expand!"

"May I just go on record here and say that this may possibly be one of the best you've ever had?  However, joining the cats protest rally to promote it is most definitely the worst!"

Joining again after far too long of an absence in Words on Wednesdays.  Prompts for this month can be found [here] and in bold italics above.  Enjoy!

mantras...

No point to this
other than it makes
me laugh.

  You know how they say that March roars in like a lion, and out like a lamb?  That's kind of what July felt like for me ... except it went out with Mercury in retrograde following right behind it so that lamb was more like a cranky old ewe who knocks you down with her headbutts.  

  Whether or not you follow astrology, there is something to be said for how it impacts me.  I'm tired, exhausted actually, and ache everywhere, but just realized part of the pain is because I was out of one of my arthritis pain medications for more than a week.

  The other part I recently discovered, are two bulging discs in my neck, with some degenerative disc issues for icing on the cake.  An appointment with a neurosurgeon is forthcoming in September.  One of my daily mantras has become My body is strong and healthy, free of pain.

  Sigh.

  At some point over the last weekend in July, frantically packing and moving, one of my new neighbors dropped by ... as in a tick dropped on my head from a tree where I park my car.  When I felt it a week ago, my first thought was that I'd hit my head, bled significantly, and didn't realize it.  Almost the same but completely different.  I pulled the "clot" out of my hair that I was expecting to see ... except it had wiggling legs. 😱 Dropped it, then had to rush and find something to pick it up again before it attached to Lucy.  It was a black-legged deer tick, well known in this area for Lyme disease, so I'm on antibiotics for 14 days before getting tested and possibly another round.

Gracie's joy is getting to sleep behind me
on the back of the sofa.

  Sigh.

  My life is peaceful and creative.  I am filled with joy.

  This afternoon, the wire closet rack and shelf gave way and ripped from the wall.  My fault for putting too much on the rack.  But another expense to upgrade and install something a little more durable. 

  I'm still learning the ins and outs of the "mini splits" air conditioning and heating units and have to remind myself that I don't have a slumlord to call to fix these issues.  For which I am extremely grateful.

This is the lampshade
I originally wanted,
but was too ... thrifty
to spend $60 on it.
Found it at an
antique shop in town.
$15!  Score!

  I am living abundantly within my financial means.

  I've self-diagnosed as ADD which has become very obvious with my method of packing and unpacking.  It may be next year before I find the electric cord to my printer.  Or the pizza cutter.  They're probably in the same box.  If I'm unpacking a box in the bedroom and find something that goes in the kitchen, I take it in there, but see something that goes in the bathroom, and in there I find something for the living room, and eventually might make my way back into the bedroom when it's time for bed and then realize that I still have that unpacked box on the bed to deal with so I can sleep.

  I will never have to [willingly] move again because I'm in my forever home.

  I keep reminding myself that there is no hurry to unpack, and in the process, I'm still doing a lot of purging, and putting together items to donate or sell.  It will come together in time ... because that's what I have now.

  Sigh.