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Author Archives: Pamela
After joking about accidentally erasing some of my zillions of photos, I accidentally erased a bunch of tulip photos. The tulips are looking a little grim at this point so this may be it for tulip photos. Which is hilarious because how many tulip photos doI need?
Normally this tree looks pretty for about 30 minutes and then it rains and the wind blows and that’s that. This year it looked lovely for days. We both commented we couldn’t remember when it looked so pretty. It still looks nice as the flowers fade.
I bought a gadget online and they sent me a total of 10 emails for the transaction starting when they got my order and finishing when it was delivered. I’m surprised it’s only ten because it felt like a lot more. Still, 10 is at least 7 more than I need. I don’t need to know when it’s out for delivery especially since that seems to be a meaningless phrase.
Sometimes they tell you it’s out for delivery and you don’t get it for days.
Did I ever write about my kickstarter I did? It was advertised as perfume that smells like space. Here’s a story about it. It was only like, $30, and some of the money was supposed to be donated to stem programs.
It never arrived. If you go to the kickstarter page you can still buy it, the price has gone up and there are thousands of furious comments from people who never got their eau de space. I thought the comments were sort of hilarious – “I hope these scumbags rot in hell.” Someone else suggested a class action suit.
I can’t believe they can still collect money for this. What a great scam. It’s not worth my energy and aggravation to pursue any further. I paid $30 for nothing. How many lessons do we learn in this life that cost more than that?
I was unexpectedly reminded that 25 years ago yesterday I started blogging. I was ahead of my time and now I’m behind it. I have grown less interested in the digital world now that it’s so terrible.
Last weekend I said to Bob, remember when we looked forward to email?
I’m still going to slog along here at least once a week until I don’t want to any longer. It’s not that I don’t want to but more like once I get around to it, I don’t have much energy to put into it.
Last week I went to the eye doctor including the part where they dilate your eyes. It was a bright day and the light so painfully sparkly it was like living inside of a diamond.
I just bought a new phone and I picked it up. They told me when I turned the phone on, it would be on, so I decided to charge it so it would be ready when I was ready to turn it on. Except when I plugged it in, it was on.
This led to a bunch of panicked phone maneuvers with my eyes scrunched half-shut and the phone screen a blur in my hands. I won’t elaborate except to say the transition did not go smoothly and there were customer service calls involved including one where I had to find the serial number, written in .0005 sized type on the side of the box, with a magnifying glass.
But the fun wasn’t over.
Our soccer team opened the stadium to partial capacity and we had a time and a code to login and try for tickets. Ticket partner was traveling at our appointed time and I was at the doctor but the minute I got in, I booted up colleague’s computer and attempted to get into his email. His office was as bright as the surface of the sun and I was closing shades and shielding my eyes while whimpering.
From what I could tell, I was getting an error message that either said, it was too early to get tickets or there weren’t tickets available. But I could not troubleshoot while half-blind.
Ticket partner tried to log in when he had a chance and also had no luck. We did not get tickets so it was really interesting to see so many tickets available online yesterday before the match. By then, we had other plans.
Check this out — a coyote in the backyard. I know we have them in the neighborhood but never thought we would have one in the yard.
I worried about bunny but he showed up the last two nights so he’s okay for now.
There are additional clips here. You can see him check out that hole in the hedge — I’ve seen all the critters: raccoons, oppossum, bunny, and cats disappear in there.
Gorgeous day out. I am going to do yard work.
I’ve let my pictures fall into complete disorganization with repeated pictures and raccoon videos in a bunch of different folders helpfully named “iphone feb” and “videos.” Like I’m afraid I might accidentally delete a critical clip of a raccoon wandering through the yard.
I don’t have the juice to go through them tonight.
I have been wanting a block to stick some knives on the wall. With our kitchen configuration we don’t have an ideal spot but I bought this short block and had a spot picked out. I reorganized a few things and went to put it up and it’s about 1/2 inch too long for the spot.
I remained determined and kept holding it up there but it was still too long. Bob suggested we put it diagonally but I said we’re not doing that. I have identified another not optimal place we could put it but that involves changing things around into one of those cascading projects where you need to remodel your house do you can hang a little magnetic knife block.
I am not sure how to proceed but probably in some half-assed fashion. Or maybe just do the diagonal thing.
These are my tomato starts from seeds. They are bigger now and the blue pot has one for a total of 4.
I also ordered some bigger ones from a nursery that will arrive around Memorial Day.
These are all cherry tomatoes. The last few years I haven’t had the greatest luck with tomatoes so I figure it will be just my luck that all of these will thrive and I will have so many cherry tomatoes I will be leaving them on stranger’s porches. Great problem to have. Fingers crossed.
I love looking out my kitchen window this time of year.
On one of the warmer afternoons I sat out there for a little while and fed the blue jays. Sometimes they will come pretty close. Other times they’ll just sit there and watch from the wire.
I didn’t check the wildlife cam for a week It didn’t look like there was much going on out there.
I was wrong.
I checked this morning and all the usual characters have been through. Bunny is the most hilarious because sometimes I can just see his glowing eyes jumping up and down. The same raccoon duo with the damaged tails.
There’s definitely one opossum. I never get two in the same shot but sometimes it seems like the clips make more sense if there is more than one.
These two are looking playful — what do you think, friends or are they making some baby raccoons?
Last year at this time I started working from home at some point during the spring I noticed a raccoon hanging out in the hedge outside my window. At first it was cute and fun but I was worried about a family of raccoons nesting right there next to the house. It appeared on and off for a week or two and then disappeared. So hopefully it found a nice place somewhere else to make a home and not someone in the neighborhood moving them out “to a farm.”
I get a digest of posts to NextDoor every afternoon and some people freak out about wild animals going through their yard.
I still haven’t managed put in a garden or gotten photos of my daffodils yet. There are no tulips yet. I’m not sure there are even tulip buds. It looks like nothing but lots of greenery. It seems like when I have time to get out there it’s raining or I have some other critical thing to take care of. Like taxes.
Ugh. I hate doing Oregon taxes so badly. When I retire the first year I don’t have to do Oregon taxes I am going to hire a plane to fly over Salem and with a banner that says: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
This year I can make a calculation for the days I worked from home. I don’t have to pay Oregon for those days. And I kept a very careful record of how many days I worked from home. Except Oregon has some whackadoodle quadratic equation to figure out what you owe them. “A train going 100 km/hr leaves Chicago at 3pm….” I would let them keep the refund if I didn’t have to fill out the form.
Did I report here about the mustard of the month club? One of our mustards was root beer and I tried it this weekend and did not agree with Bob’s assessment that it “wasn’t too bad.” It was like eating candy and mustard together and I made a face then switched to a spicy brown.
I haven’t gotten around to my usual endless photo session in the garden. These are few half-hearted snaps from my phone when I was waiting for Bob out front.
Dad had cataract surgery and there was a wee complication (don’t worry, everything is fine) but we ended up doing an emergency trip to the clinic on a Saturday when it was normally closed.
We arrived and waited in the lobby. The doctor showed up and stuck his head out the door and said, “It looks like our offices have been ransacked. I’m going to ask you to wait outside while I call security.”
It was kind-of exciting but Dad was glum about his eye so we were also: Really? Not one thing can go smoothly?
A single security person arrived and wandered through the suite and we had our check-up and left.
When we went back for our next appointment I asked the medical tech checking us in what happened.
Someone(s) broke in sometime Saturday morning. They took “stupid stuff, our broken scanner, our laminator, equipment made specifically for the surgeons that would be useless to resell.” The went through all the lockers and drawers and cupboards. Mostly they made a mess and inconvenienced everyone. They said it was good that the doctor was called in so they were aware of the problem but I’m sure the doctor didn’t feel that way. hehe.
They arrested one guy and we did not hear of any further developments.
Here’s the unhappy customer from the weekend tossing the bucket over.
I really admire this guy’s devotion to his feet. Or her feet.
I looked up how to tell whether a raccoon is male or female and the Internet says females are smaller. Seems like there would be other clues.
Yesterday colleague came over to rototill and while I was out in the backyard I cleaned out the water bucket which was filthy and had some green in it.
Already last night one of the visitors tipped it over.
During the snow for and for several days after I did not have a single opossum sighting but it’s been back through.
Bunny has been the biggest performer, hanging out right in the center of camera range and twitching every couple of minutes so I end up with 50 video clips. He’s also been busy nibbling on the Jerusalem artichokes that I grew, harvested, and then left sitting in the shop for months before throwing them into the garden.
I finally ordered seeds and was momentarily distraught when they were sold out of some items except I remembered that I am a minimalist gardener who often fails to even harvest things so basically I was distraught about my future composting.
I started 4 cherry tomatoes on the windowsill plus ordered 2 regular tomato plants since I have had such terrible luck with tomatoes for the past many years. Who wants to be this year will be great and we will have tomatoes everywhere? (I hope this is what happens.)
Did I ever mention that the renters next door moved? We were so relieved. They were pretty quiet the past year with just a few loud nights. Rumor is that the house will be put on the market. It is perfect for a flip house or rental property so fingers crossed that nice friendly people who actually want to live there buy it.
Dad had cataract surgery last week. The recovery wasn’t quite as smooth as we anticipated but the healing continues.
I spent some time in his room at the retirement home with him and there is this high-pitched whining sound that goes on for extended lengths of time.
I finally asked Dad if it bothered him but whatever the frequency is, his hearing is gone. When the nurse came by for the covid check she made a face: “What is that noise?”
She poked around trying to figure out its source. (I think it has to do with water use upstairs.)
Dad said, another care worker at the retirement home heard the noise and sent maintenance and the maintenance guy couldn’t hear anything.
The nurse said: “Maybe we can get one of his younger helpers who hasn’t had his ears blown out by working around heavy machinery come up here and listen.”
I laughed because Dad also worked around heavy machinery. As of right now, there is no resolution.
Once or twice a day Dad likes to take a lap around the retirement home and he feeds nuts to the squirrels. As soon as we appeared the squirrels scampered closer.
Dad had emptied the storage pouch on his walker because we were getting it in and out of the car for our doctor appointments so sadly we had nothing for the critters.
Meanwhile, they were following along the path.
Every time I stopped to take a picture they would run closer. I repacked a supply into the walker for next time.