I was cleaning the counter tops in the kitchen for mouse dropping, grumbling all the time and wondering if scat only referred to animals in the wild or if it also covered domestic ones, if mice can be considered domestic.
And all this thinking led me to check the word scat which led to scatology and then to muscerdae, Latin for mouse droppings.
So when I next grumble about cleaning the mouse dropping from the kitchen counters, I can instead grumble about cleaning muscerdae, so much more elegant.

Misquoting Oscar Wilde wildly I say
to loose one day is unfortunate
to loose two is irresponsible.

I was somehow convinced that to-day was Wednesday but as I do not have a set schedule, I had not thought too much about it till by chance I saw the calendar on the computer stating that is was not only not Wednesday, it was Saturday.
I had lost two days.
Now I have to rethink all my goals for the week since it is obviously almost over.
How did this happen ? This I cannot blame on the Republicans although I will give it a good try.
Ah well...
next week I will keep better track of the days
if I remember.

This morning I discovered that the water container on the kitchen counter had not sealed properly when I exchanged it and water had seeped and spilled all over the floor
and with exquisitely bad timing Carlos walked by with a dog on a string setting off the Worthless Ones in a frenzy of hysterical barking as I was looking at the mess.
Not, I thought, a very good way to start the day or the week.
On the other hand I thought, searching desperately for a silver lining, it can only be better from now on.
I hope.

Anybody with a computer and an email address will at one point have received a mail where in the end it will urge you to forward it to a number of your friends and good things will happen, the intimation being that if you don't, bad things will happen.
I have always refused to do this; I will not be party to this kind of scam but maybe, just maybe, there is something to it.
I certainly have had my share of unpleasantnesses
so when Alice called all excited about a big order that Christa had landed form Nordstrom and claimed that she was sure, almost, that it was due to her forwarding some mail that promised good luck and fortune, I thought that I might have to revise my thinking about this matter.
And then I thought again and
no
I will not bother others with that kind of junk.
I will bother them with my laments--like this one--but not with those thinly veiled threats and pathetic promises of good fortune.
There I said it.

Yesterday my car sprung another leak in the radiator.
Today my sewing machine broke a vital part.
Two things very important to my life and both have been with me for decades now.
So is this a sign ? A warning that from now on all is downwards ?
I really hope not, things are bleak without that.
The leak has been fixed and I am working hard on getting the part for my sewing machine
but
it sure gives you food for thought.
And it doesn't help that my bones are aching and that I feel old and useless
sort of like my car and sewing machine.
Ah well.

Gorblimey, I thought
this is truly beautiful
and ran to grab my camera which did not for once scream at me that the batteries were low
and I clicked to take a picture of this thing where a fog bank was slowly making its way from the sea following the river bed an covering the opposite side of the hill where I live, leaving the house on the very top of the hill exposed and lit by the sun.
Stunning, and I couldn't wait to send the picture to anyone with just the slightest interest in my neighborhood.
Yeah Right.
When I downloaded the photo I had a very nice shot of fog.
Nothing but fog.
That is not at all what I saw, so I blame it all on my camera.
It truly was beautiful, and now only I with my faulty memory know that.
So much for a picture is worth a thousand words.

So that was what it was all about..

some time ago I had a phone call--I do not have a lot of those --wherein a female, in rapid Spanish, was reading some prepared script.
WHOA, I said. Whoa. Slow down a bit, this is a foreigner you are talking to.
She slowed down for a few words before she took off again on her breakneck speed reading of the script.
WHOA, I said again. I don't get it. I am a poor foreigner. Bear with me. Slow down.
With that she hung up on me.
Good riddance I thought and then
the phone rang again
and a very pleasant gent was asking what went wrong, and I repeated what I had said to the female caller.
He chuckled and said that the female in question was known for her fits.
Good, so far.
A few minutes later my female caller was back with icy voice and very few words
yes or no
I figured that "yes" would get rid of her
so I said....YES
not knowing what the dickens I was saying "YES " to.
Now I know.
On my monthly telephone bill I suddenly have a charge for a thing that will allow me to make almost unlimited calls to the USA.
?
I never call and I have no intention of calling the states.
Now I have to go to the office and get rid of this unwanted xtra.
And I will be telling them about the surly female, you betcha.