Cat Video
I saw this video on Youtube. This cat is wandering his routes. He talks to himself a lot, it seems. It also seems like he’s looking for someone or something in particular from the way he arrives at places and then says something. Like others, I thought he hurried a little when the police car cruised by and shifted closer to his left.
I like the video because Papi sometimes wanders and I worry, where’s he going, what’s he doing? Also, it’s funny to me that this cat is ‘chatty’. I’ve had several chatty cats in my life. Papi is not one of them. He’s more likely to just give a nod when you ask him something.
Hope you enjoy this as much as I did. Cheers
Sunday’s Wandering Thoughts
I did my ‘first of the month’ chores the other day. These include pouring things down into the bathtub to keep the sewer lines cleared, and running cleaners through the washing machine, dishwasher, and garbage disposal. We hunt for organic, safe things to do this with. I do them every month on the first day to keep it all working well.
That’s the dream, anyway.
All transpired as planned with everything except the washing machine. It stopped, showing an error message.
My wife pointed it out to me by asking, “What’s this mean?”
“What?”
“The washing machine isn’t doing anything. It shows ‘rL’ where it usually shows the time.”
I looked. Not because I didn’t believe her. It’s just habit: see for myself. Helps me shift into ‘maybe I can fix it’ mode.
She was right about what it said. The time is always in green. These letters were in red.
“That’s not good,” I wisely noted.
We pulled out the manual and found the error message. It’s specifically for the cleaning cycle and means, ‘something is in the washer’. Nothing is supposed to be in the washer during this process. The only thing in it is the tablet purchased for the purpose.
My wife and I talked about it. “This is what we used before,” we agreed. “It was never upset before.”
Shrugging, I took the standard modern technology route: turn it off, turn it back on.
And it worked.
Thursday’s Wandering Thoughts
Temperature is such a funny animal. 72 degrees inside in the winter and we sigh with comfort. So warm! How nice.
72 F inside in the summer — “Brrr, it feels a little chilly,” my wife complains.
Looking askance, I smile and move, catlike to a pool of sunshine streaming in through the window.
Saturday’s Wandering Thoughts
A physical therapist showed up at my sister’s house. My sister — a physical therapist — was surprised, because the therapist was there for Mom.
Sis explained that Mom was living at Heritage Grove now. The therapist replied, “This is the address I have for her.”
Mom’s been at HG since late February.
It’s one of those things that make you go, hmmmmmm, and wonder about record-keeping.
Michael Seidel, writer 