The Bad Luck Weekend
It was a damn frustrating weekend.
First, my poor old cat is sick. Jack has been walking around sneezing like mad for the past few days. Is there anything more pathetic in this world than a cat with a giant snot bubble hanging from its nose? I don’t think so.
Jack is somewhere around 12 now – he was a couple of years old when I took him in back in 1995. He’s always had kind of a weepy eye – the vet told me years ago that he probably didn’t have the proper vaccinations when he was a kitten, so it’s just something he’s had to live with. He’s a good old cat, and I hate to see him suffer through this cold or whatever it is he’s got. Maybe it’s from his steady diet of bats and moles? Or maybe it’s hay fever, since he seems to enjoy most of his outdoor time these days with his ass literally planted on top of the Lovely Mrs. G’s vegetable garden. He and his large butt have already squashed the cucumbers and corn, and I think he’s now working on flattening her pepper plants, too.
So Old Man Jack has an appointment with the vet for a “birthday party” this afternoon. As cranky as he’s been with his cold, I hope she doesn’t try taking his temperature. Last time the vet tried shoving the thermometer where no kitty sunlight shines, his Sphincter of Steel shot the thing across the room. He’ll have none of that, thankyouverymuch...
Elsewhere this weekend, Miss Katie came up from the basement Saturday morning and instantly said, “Dad, I didn’t do anything.” So right off the bat you knew that something was wrong, and odds are that she did it. Anyway, the next sentence said it all. “I just took a shower, and when I got out, the whole basement floor was flooded.” So I run down there, and sure enough the bathroom floor is about two inches deep in water. Our basement shower sits right over a floor drain, and apparently it clogged somewhere down the line. So a mop, a load of laundry, and a large bottle of gel-strength Drano later, everything seems to be going okay now. But what a mess.
Then, to top it off, my car is spazzing out on me. We went out to Wayne, Nebraska for the annual Wayne Chicken Show, and kept the top up and the air cranked on the way, since it was 9:00 AM and already 85 degrees with high humidity. We had our chicken fun, which is always a good way to spend a day (parades, chicken feeds, and making fun of hicks who strap real deer heads to the front of their John Deere tractors), then we went back to the Sebring. Guess what – the blower doesn’t work any longer. No vents, no air conditioning. So we had to drive home for an hour with the top down, only now the temp is about 95, and the humidity is somewhere around 80%, and the wind is blowing sideways at about 40 miles an hour. We felt literally beat up by the time we got home. I tried changing out fuses, but that didn’t help. So now it’s off to the shop for my car; it only has 26,000 miles on it; it shouldn’t be wigging out this badly already.
So my weekend celebrated a semi-broken car, a semi-flooded bathroom, and a semi-snot nosed black cat. Here’s to hoping the rest of the week doesn’t semi-suck, too.
First, my poor old cat is sick. Jack has been walking around sneezing like mad for the past few days. Is there anything more pathetic in this world than a cat with a giant snot bubble hanging from its nose? I don’t think so.
Jack is somewhere around 12 now – he was a couple of years old when I took him in back in 1995. He’s always had kind of a weepy eye – the vet told me years ago that he probably didn’t have the proper vaccinations when he was a kitten, so it’s just something he’s had to live with. He’s a good old cat, and I hate to see him suffer through this cold or whatever it is he’s got. Maybe it’s from his steady diet of bats and moles? Or maybe it’s hay fever, since he seems to enjoy most of his outdoor time these days with his ass literally planted on top of the Lovely Mrs. G’s vegetable garden. He and his large butt have already squashed the cucumbers and corn, and I think he’s now working on flattening her pepper plants, too.
So Old Man Jack has an appointment with the vet for a “birthday party” this afternoon. As cranky as he’s been with his cold, I hope she doesn’t try taking his temperature. Last time the vet tried shoving the thermometer where no kitty sunlight shines, his Sphincter of Steel shot the thing across the room. He’ll have none of that, thankyouverymuch...
Elsewhere this weekend, Miss Katie came up from the basement Saturday morning and instantly said, “Dad, I didn’t do anything.” So right off the bat you knew that something was wrong, and odds are that she did it. Anyway, the next sentence said it all. “I just took a shower, and when I got out, the whole basement floor was flooded.” So I run down there, and sure enough the bathroom floor is about two inches deep in water. Our basement shower sits right over a floor drain, and apparently it clogged somewhere down the line. So a mop, a load of laundry, and a large bottle of gel-strength Drano later, everything seems to be going okay now. But what a mess.
Then, to top it off, my car is spazzing out on me. We went out to Wayne, Nebraska for the annual Wayne Chicken Show, and kept the top up and the air cranked on the way, since it was 9:00 AM and already 85 degrees with high humidity. We had our chicken fun, which is always a good way to spend a day (parades, chicken feeds, and making fun of hicks who strap real deer heads to the front of their John Deere tractors), then we went back to the Sebring. Guess what – the blower doesn’t work any longer. No vents, no air conditioning. So we had to drive home for an hour with the top down, only now the temp is about 95, and the humidity is somewhere around 80%, and the wind is blowing sideways at about 40 miles an hour. We felt literally beat up by the time we got home. I tried changing out fuses, but that didn’t help. So now it’s off to the shop for my car; it only has 26,000 miles on it; it shouldn’t be wigging out this badly already.
So my weekend celebrated a semi-broken car, a semi-flooded bathroom, and a semi-snot nosed black cat. Here’s to hoping the rest of the week doesn’t semi-suck, too.
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