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I've been publishing a variety of blog posts for more than two years. When I first started, one or two comments came from a fellow writer (fella - it's a SHE). Nothing since then.

Please give me feedback by posting a 'clean' comment. Let me know if you're sick of me and my jammed finger...

....or share how you feel about my roommate, Tulip. Only good things can happen... when she's asleep.

#commentplease

#Tulip'smom

Paw causes pause

Tulip likes to paw at things. That's no different than any cat.

Lately she's been playing with the litter scoop that's supposed to sit on one side of the Breeze litter box. Three times this past week, the scooper was on top of the pellets. And poop.

Was Tulip trying to tell me something? 

Maybe... clean it now?

#Tuliplitterscoop

#Tuliptales

#ThetroublewithTulip

Schedule Mixups

Last week I had misplaced my 2025/2026 date book. I always transfer items from there into a Google calendar. When I discovered it peeking out from beneath my recliner, I was thrilled. But that's not all, folks!

The last time I saw the eye surgeon in Dunn, he told me to make an appointment with Dr. Massengill. I assumed I would be seeing the surgeon's boss. "Never assume."

So, at 8:00am Monday, I got a phone call from Dr. Ashe's office to cancel the day's appointment. I totally forgot that Dr. Massengill's office is my regular eye doctor on Main Street in Benson.

👵  I blame CRS.

I know I had two appointments to CommWell Health for this month, but I only logged one date. When I saw a call phone come in yesterday during a writer's board meeting from CWH, I silenced it. I only listened to the message this evening. Dang!  The call was to confirm an appointment for tomorrow (in other words, the appointment was for today at 10:30am). 👵 Senioritis strikes again!

Looking through my datebook just now, I just noticed that I missed the State Senior Games on the 18th. I have to find out who-won-what. Darn; I already paid for dinner and a show. Turned out it was a no-meal, no-show event.

And so it goes...some days are just DUH days.

#senioritis

#CRS

Posts

POST op

Post graduate

Post game reports

Post-it-note

Saturday Evening Post

Post mortem

Post partum

American Legion Post 29 (Greenwich, CT)

Post Office (USPS)

POSTage rates continually rise . . .

-- This is a blog POST --

POSTed: Dead or Alive

Post to Facebook, Instagram and other social media sites

Post brand cereals . . . Post Toasties

4-POSTer beds

Going POSTal (with apologies to all postal workers)

is a sign often seen in NYC construction sites

Design POSTers on Canva

#posts

I Blame Tulip

Wherever I go, Tulip follows, often beating me to my intended destination. She likes to walk under my feet, but hadn't tripped me up (yet). Until this weekend.

As I was entering my bedroom just the other day, I was TRYING to shut the door quickly.

Why? Because once Tulip's IN my room, she's hard to convince her to leave.

Anyway...

Tulip bolted under my feet and disappeared under the bed. Maybe that's an assumption on my part, not a fact.

Why did I say that, you might ask?

In just nanoseconds, while holding onto my bureau, I fell on my backside. My butt and back landed so hard on the carpeted floor, I am sure to have at least one colorful bruise. I pulled down my CPAP cleaning machine (which was ON). It took a few minutes for me to assess my body and get upright. 

How can I not blame my furry roommate? She looks so innocent!

Still, I love her.

#Tuliptakesthefall

#Tulipcat

#thetroublewithTulip