Good website – BasicInstructions.net
No matter how big or soft or warm your bed is, you still have to get out of it.
Loss either teaches you to persist in the face of suffering, or hardens you into a bitter cynic. Sometimes, it does a little of both.
I don’t like old people on a rock and roll stage. Me included.
Janis [Joplin] knew more than I did about “how it was”, but she lacked enough armor for the inevitable hassles. She was open and spontaneous enough to get her heart trampled with a regularity that took me thirty years to experience or understand.
I don’t miss anything about the 1960s, not really. I did it. It’s like asking, ‘Do you miss the fourth grade?’ I loved the fourth grade when I was in it, but I don’t want to do it again.
Without alcohol I’d be richer by two million dollars that went to pay lawyer’s fees.
All from Grace Slick
Filming is like a long air journey: there’s so much hanging around and boredom that they keep giving you food.
He who laughs most, learns best.
I used to desire many, many things, but now I have just one desire, and that’s to get rid of all my other desires.
If you want creative workers, give them enough time to play.
When people say ‘I’m not a prude, but …’ what they mean is ‘I am a prude, and …’.
You don’t have to be the Dalai Lama to tell people that life’s about change.
I find it rather easy to portray a businessman. Being bland, rather cruel, and incompetent comes naturally to me.
All from John Cleese
Mr. Long, the aforementioned abscess sufferer:
Not being too bothered by it:
And now, more baby pics
This yellow blanket was from my Grandma, and I used it with Andrew until the backside shredded. So. One picture with Katie and I will try and throw it away. 🙂 She’s on her daddy’s lap.
In one of the hideous gamer t-shirts I bought her. Level 1 Human indeed … She is so cute it chokes me sometimes. If I ever explode, that will be why.
And her momma bought her some new little boots, with which she seems quite taken:
We had to take Mr. Long to the vet this morning. He had a baseball sized lump attached to the side of his face. He didn’t care if I touched it, which was odd, and he was starving and ate a lot. But it was an abscess. So he has been operated on successfully, is coming along just fine and we have to go pick him up in a couple of hours.
I SO want him to be an indoor cat, but the old lady cats we have HATE him to come in the house. They attack him, and pester him, and stalk him. And he’s more of a lover, not a fighter, so he ends up being exceedingly henpecked. Poor thing. Now he’s going to have to live in a room by himself for a week while he’s collared and has the drain in. This has been a very expensive animal month.
Lewi had to go to the vet and then straight to the Dog Ophthalmologist. Really. Who even knew there was such a thing. He’s doing much better now. Me, not so much. I have to put four sets of things in his eye twice a day, with 10 minutes in between each drop. That feels like pretty much all I do every day now, is put drops and goop in Lewi’s eyes. And clean them out. At least he’s very good about it. I give him tiny treats each time so he’s always thinking about that instead of the drops.
Sissy says, “Put a drop in my eye, too, so I can have a treat!”
Lewi says, “Ready!”
And here are a few gramma and baby pics.
Cute little thang, ain’t she? I just stare at her a lot. Completely enamored.
I got to do face time with her lovely little cousin? 2nd cousin? My niece’s baby Gwyneth. She was also quite delightful as is her beautiful mother. It was fun.
I feel good today, abscessy-cats notwithstanding.