In response to Tulip's love of paper, specifically unrolling, then eating toilet paper, I made these adjustments for storing rolls of it.
Guest bathroom: Useable roll sits atop the commode, covered by guest towels. Extra rolls are stored under the sink. So far, so good.
I may have come up with the best solution to keep Tulip off the kitchen countertops. This is BEFORE: my last DYI cat-proofing job. You can see a car shade, pizza boxes, and a USPS mailing envelope. What is not shown (underneath and behind all of the aforementioned) are dozens of plastic clamshell cake containers, small boxes and plastic bottles.
Since yesterday, I have looked high and low for my prescription glasses. Maybe the recliner ate them - it wouldn't be the first pair my furniture ate.
Imagine if you will, an old overweight white lady crouching below the elevated foot rests, trying to see whatever (besides dust bunnies) lays in the dark chasm beneath my seats. As long as you're imaging that, I will add that I protected my bony kneecaps by kneeling on a cushy cat bed.
I wasn't sure if there was nothing, or my neck's limited mobility kept me from seeing the glasses (the first pair I lost in November, or this pair in particular). I asked Tulip for just a hint as to where my glasses might be. She did not answer me. 🐈
Then I checked my bedroom for the third time; I even turned a light on! Well, hush my mouth! The glasses had fallen upside-down on the floor. Since the wire frames are colored blue-green, they blended in perfectly with the carpet.
Therefore, I take back all my suspicions that "my cat did it."
Sorry, Tulip.
8/1/24 10:37pm
This has been a wasted day. I never got out of my jammies. Didn't go outside to collect my mail.
It would have been helpful if I went to "Telling Our Stories," but I went back to bed almost as soon as I woke up.
All I did was watch Netflix and play games on my phone.
8/9/24 3:52pm
Although Hurricane Debby was downgraded to a tropical storm, I've been hunkered down since Wednesday. It's sunny now, but the grass is too wet to mow.
The busiest part of any day is keeping Tulip from doing damage. Loose papers, electric cords really get her attention. Ah! Now she is resting in a sun spot, so I can relax too.
Haven't really been writing steadily. I'm trying to write an alien Ghost story. In my new book, I may have invented too many words and symbols. And I haven't added a good amount of clicks. I'm working on the end of the story.
The main character confesses, "I might have been famous on Earth for having been kidnapped by aliens. With the Earth-lift, nobody from Earth is around who won't think alien space abduction is weird."
