Another Monday Going Down

What is it about Mondays?

Seems I’ve started taking Sundays off. I mean, to the point I don’t even open my browser, much lest set up the blog for first thing on Monday morning, It’s not like I’m getting much accomplished anyway–except doubling my workload for first thing on Monday.

My typical morning: Awake between 5 a.m. and 7 a.m. Morning abultions. Wrangle dogs for morning yard trek. Wrangle cat bowls. Arrange and clean semi-paralysed old cat. Feed cats. Give treats to dogs upon reentry. Wrangle feral cats: Wynkin, Blinkyn (who appears to maybe be preggers), Hi-jinx, Salem (who I think used to be Nod but started talking to me hence the name change=-they’re all black and of similar size and with so many I sometimes lose track), Raja and Sari (Balinese who someone would adopt if they weren’t feral because they are gorgeous!), Shy Cat, Lucifer (who I think is Loki’s dad but doesn’t come around all that often anymore), and Cowboy (an orange tabby who gets bullied by the black cats. Anyway. I deal with filling feeding dishes and cleaning the water bowl because the occasional raccoon wanders by and uses it to wash left over kibble. Yeah… Anyway, I could probably find them homes or at least get them fixed if I could catch them. They stay away though they will swarm the feeder if I put the one farthest away down first, even though I’m still outside. And they wait on the porch for me. The neighbor across the street tried trapping them so she could taking them to the humane society for fixing. None of them would have any of that, which is when they started hanging out on my porch. Ah well.

In other news…

I’m not discussing college football. I just…no. And my Cards are down 2-1 in their series. Today’s game is a must win if they’re to stay in the NLDS and World series hunt. In 5U soccer, Stormageddon scored two goals, both on kicks from the mid-line after goals by the other team. His team won, though no one keeps score. Yeah, right! Parents always keep score. šŸ˜†

The weather has turned down-right chilly! Yayayayayay! I changed over to the “winter” comforter and sheets and turned the mattress yesterday. I guess I should get the fall tablecloth out for the dining room, too. And locate my Halloween centerpiece. The Halloween wreath is already on the door.

I caught up–finally!–on all the DVR’d episodes of Live PD. One “event” remains a stand-out because I just…I guess it’s because I grew up out here on the sweeping plains where the only time a guy takes his shirt off is when he’s at the swimming hole. Back east? Well…there’s the thing. Family–mom, dad, grown son–have been to a wedding. Dad and son both drank. A lot. Mom insisted on driving home. She had a blow out along a busy highway. Neither male was in ANY shape to change the tire. The East Providence (RI) police show up to help. Son goes ballistic, gets in cop’s face. His reasoning? He loves his parents. WTF?!?! *scratches head* Cop remains calm even as back-up arrives. Drunk dad jumps in because the cops are picking on his baby boy. Who. Is. In. His. Frickin’ late 30s or 40s! Again, WTF?!?! Now, here’s the kicker. BOTH of these “men” have stripped down to their shirts. Which. Are. UNBUTTONED. All the way. It’s like, wedding’s over, strip off coat, tie and unbutton shirt. I see this a lot in reality shows set in that region. I…*scratches head again*…have no words.

New week. I have hopes of new words. Stupid headspace is messing with my mind. But that’s a different story.

So, that’s the news, boring as it is. Time for another cup of coffee and then finishing off all the emails and other stuff that has to be dealt with daily that’s now double because I did the bare minimum on Saturday and none yesterday. Part of me says it’s good to take time away. But then I feel guilty and guilt–given where my head is–is a bad thing. It’s a Catch 22 of a hamster wheel. Ah well. All I can do is plod along, right?

What’s up in your neck of the world? And pressing question of the day, do you know why some guys in the NE US think running around with unbuttoned shirts is a thing? I mean, seriously!?!? That ranks right up there with dudes wearing their pants belted below their asses with their crotch down to their knees. I’m tellin’ ya, guys. It’s NOT a good look!


About Silver James

I like walks on the wild side and coffee. Lots of coffee. Warning: My Muse runs with scissors. Author of several award-winning series--Moonstruck, Nightriders MC, The Penumbra Papers, and Red Dirt Royalty (Harlequin Desire) & other books! Purveyor of magic, mystery, mayhem and romance. Lots and lots of romance.
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6 Responses to Another Monday Going Down

  1. ROFL… I missed that part of Live PD. I’ll catch it reruns. Not sure if it’s the NE. Rednecks are everywhere. I cringe when they show MO because OMG, so bad.

    Headspace… yeah… I think we both need to rent new ones cuz ours suck right now.

    Nothing doing here. We got deluged with rain yesterday and the temps dropped. It’s nice and cool and gorgeous this morning – YAY! – so I should probably get off my dead behind and go for a walk. I’m not even going to forward the idea I might write. Although I suspect that all these months of not writing is what is making my dreams extra super weird lately. It’s gotta come out somewhere, right? I just wish it would come out on paper. Blerg.

    • Silver James says:

      The rednecks around here go for wife-beaters or tees with the sleeves torn out. And if a dude is built? I don’t mind so much but older dudes who wear gold chains? Yeah…no.

      Lets not talk about weird dreams. I’ve had them for two nights now. The one last night? It had flour, a pantry that wasn’t mine, and bugs. I kept thinking I needed to buy flour. So I bought a bag. And opened that pantry that wasn’t mine to put it up, only to find many opened bags of flour, some of them spilled with weevils and ants in the piles of the white stuff. Go figure. I’m not even going to try to interpret that one! šŸ˜²

  2. Renae says:

    I love reading your blog. We are so much alike. Except for all the animals. Ha. Some days Iā€™m superwoman and some days I sit. And always dealing with guilt. I love the way you write. And drink coffee. And hate jeans below the ass….thanks for the smile!

    • Silver James says:

      Awwww. Thank you, Renae! You put a big ol’ smile on my face today–one that I needed. Glad I could reciprocate. Keep smiling, drinking coffee, and gritching about the stupid. We’ll both ignore the guilt it get on with our lives. Deal?

  3. Dawn Morse says:

    Becoming cat aficionado….know the feeling

    • Silver James says:

      Loki came from this colony. I really wish I could un-feralize them so they could be fixed and rehomed or made part of the Humane Society’s barn cat program. They’re all gorgeous!

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