The Wind, the Holidays and a One-Eyed Cat

- Pumpkin aka Punkin the pirate cat -

About the one-eyed cat. A sweet little stray that disappeared for a few days then came back with her eye poked out. Now she has to be beloved because she cost so much at the vet. She has gone to the head of the line as our most expensive cat, beating out a fat cat that broke her leg. Oh, the drama.

Poor Mister Husband got elected to take the cat to the vet. He was totally humiliated because he had to say the cat's name out loud in the waiting room. It's hard to sound manly when saying "Pumpkin".

The wind. The danged old blowin' wind. I know there must be some reason in nature for the wind to howl like a durn banshee, but justification does not remove the fact that it grinds, grinds, grinds on the nerves. Also, you can not do sheet metal projects in the keening wind unless you think you might like to be decapitated.

The holidays. Hmmm. Lots of pressure to try to create artificial feelings of goodwill and family togetherness. I'm chucking it all for the guy perspective, let's eat and watch football. I call that a no-fail plan.

My biggest gripe of the holidays is the Christmas music playing in the stores two months before the event. Those freaking tunes get stuck in my brain and I'm singing them continuously in my head, but not in the happy way they're meant to be sung. Maliciously, disparagingly, cynically, as though I were eating bugs and wanted to spit them out. That canned music will surely be the reason we finally boycott Christmas.