Port Royal, Cedar Hill, Pleasant View, and Old Clarksville Highway

We had to be out of the house while the flea stuff dried so the cats did whatever they do when they go outside, which is apparently a lot more demanding to be immediately let into the house than I realized. And Mrs. Wigglebottom and I went to Port Royal where we may or may not have encountered a scorpion. Once I flung it out of my sandal, I couldn’t find it again to verify what it was. And then we drove around and took pictures of old things. And tobacco. And my flower garden, which is looking less sad now that the sunflowers are in bloom.

If Mrs. Wigglebottom Dies, Here’s What Happened

So, as you know, I am in the middle of Stage Two of the Great Flea Kill of Aught Ten, which, before it involves spray which everyone has to be outside the house for, involves powder, which the dog is LICKING when she thinks I’m not looking.

I repeat

LICKING!!!!

Like maybe, just maybe, it’s dog candy.

In other dog news, this made me laugh until my sides ached.

Saturday Blues

Blah blah blah. Do some dishes. Eradicate some fleas.

Ha, when I put it like that, it doesn’t seem so bad. I just have a two item to-do list.

Never mind it will take me all day.

Here’s a funny story. So, I walk the dog in the morning. And I come in and peel off the same pair of socks all week, since they only get worn for a half an hour a day. Last night, I was sitting here on the couch and I smelled something so vile that my first thought was “Oh no, the tiny cat died under the couch and we just didn’t notice.”

And then I realized, it was those socks.

I was reading up on dybbuks yesterday and I learned that some Jewish folks believe that, not only can bad spirits or spirits who have to resolve something enter your body, but that sometimes a good soul can come in and help you when you are engaged in some huge endeavor. This, apparently, accounts for why you can feel depressed after you have achieved something great. You feel the absence of the soul who was so intimately engaged with helping you reach your goal.

I don’t know how wide-spread a belief that is. But I love the recognition of the kind of blah that can set in when things work out.

Those are the kind of blahs I’m having today. Everything is working out. I have a plan I can execute. My day is full of things that I will do.

Still, I have the blahs.

I’m actually looking forward to the arrival of my parents. Again.