Tag: just goofing around

Munda’s Wandering Thoughts

It’s funny, sometimes.

My wife picked up a skillet the other day. Washed and dried, she was putting it away. When she turned, the skillet nailed her glass of water on the counter. Put the glass airborne and shattered it into sixteen zillion pieces of glass. Water, Everywhere.

We have hardwood floors in that part of the house — kitchen, foyer, dining room, halls. The glass was cleaned up as best as we could. But. It’s glass.

A few days after the incident, a piece of glass found my heel. Bleeding and pain followed. As the situation unfolded, after almost fifty years of marriage and three more years of being together, my wife asked me, “Why aren’t you wearing shoes?”

I replied, “I don’t wear shoes in the house.”

Yep, it’s funny, sometimes.

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Sunda’s Wandering Thoughts

My wife has a new laptop ‘puter. “How should I keep it clean?” she asked me. “What should I use? I want to keep it clean. I was terrible about that with my last one and I don’t want to be like that this time.”

“I don’t know how to keep it clean,” I replied, although I had some ideas like, don’t eat while you’re using it.

“But I thought you were a tech guy and knows all this stuff.”

“You’ve mistaken me for someone else. Why don’t you research how to keep it clean? You know, search the net.”

“I am researching. I’m asking you.”

I laughed. “Okay, I’ll do a quick search.”

“See?” my wife exclaimed with a grin. “It worked.”

We both laughed.

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Wezda’s Wandering Thoughts

My new shoes have steeply curved soles. They honestly remind me of a bentwood rocker’s curved bands. Grinning, I asked my wife, “Know what I call my new shoes?”

“Your rock ‘n rollers?”

“No, they’re just my rockers.”

She’s such a smart ass sometimes.

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Sunda’s Wandering Thoughts

My wife encouraged me to investigate ‘orthopedic shoes’.

Gadzooks. The thought of buying or wearing anything labeled as ‘orthopedic’ made feel like dust was settling on my hunched, decrepit form. But I was also intrigued by what I read. After perusing multiple shoe reviews, I selected a pair of Keen WK400 shoes.

Keens attracted me because I have owned several pairs of Keens and enjoyed them. They always comforted my feet like they were vacationing in a five-star spa resort. And I like the Keen’s looks. My Keens always featured a ‘squared off toe box’, which frequently attracted others’ comments with their unique look.

Besides the toe box, these shoes have a rocker-shaped sole. It’s seriously curved. In photos, their appearance prompted my eyebrows to rise in leery doubt on their own volition. But I tried on a pair and started walking around.

Quite comfortable. The curved sole does not seem as pronounced in hand — or on foot — as they do in the photo. Walking was a real surprise. The curved sole permits a more natural movement to me.

So, yeah, I’m pleased with my purchase. Just don’t expect me to tell you about my orthopedic footwear. They’re just shoes.

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Sa’da’s Wandering Thoughts

My wife returned my library card to me, and delivered two books. As she was going to the library, she offered to pick up two books for me. I’d put them on hold and they’d come in.

“I want to read your books,” she announced.

I shrugged. “Go ahead.”

“No, I already have a train of books to read. I just — your books look interesting.”

The subjects of her book envy are The Poppy War by R.F. Kuang and The River We Remember: A Novel by William Kent Krueger.

Book envy. It must be the most benign of all envies.

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Just In Passing

I stole this graphic from a Facebook post I saw today. Not mine at all. But as I encounter bloggers who sometimes issue GRRRRRRs in response to news events — won’t give any names here — I thought the graphic was apropos.

You can probably bet I’ll spend some time in my private growlery over the next few days.

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Frida’s Wandering Thoughts

We share our house with two floofs. Both are cats, strays that decided to call our place home. One is Papi, the ginger blade, also referred to as Meep and Butter Butt. The alpha cat is Tucker (pronounced Tuck-ah), a black and white mixed fur cat with shades of Maine Coon. He’s older by several years.

Tucker has recently taken to not responding to me. Not responding, that is, until I mention Papi’s name. I can and do say, “What’s up, Tucker, are you hungry, what do you want,” etc., and get nothing. But if I say, “What is it, Papi?” Whoa, Tucker turns and marches over.

In my mind, I attribute this whole thing to Tucker trying to trick me into thinking he’s Papi. When I call Tucker by Papi’s name, Tucker is thinking, “I did it! He thinks I’m the other cat.”

As anyone who lives with an animal knows, this is basic flooflighting.

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