Well I had a wasp get on my foot and climb my leg (both foot and leg were bare as I was wearing my shorts) earlier. That was pretty intense. I was terrified to swat it as I worried it would sting me and it had a significant stinger. I really didn't want it getting my foot.
I went in the house very carefully, got a takeout menu and flicked it off. I don't know where it went but it's not on me.
I laid down for a little bit and worried about work. The work app on my phone is not working anymore. I can't figure it out. It used to be when I got the notification code on text message it would show the code. It no longer does that and when I open the text message the work app boots me. So I have to log in and out in personnel but that is not always available. So a source of some stress. I will ask for a work phone they have been handing them out and see if I can get that to work. I don't really want a work phone but if I have to I will.
I don't think a new personal phone will fix it. I have looked at all my settings and they are fine. I can only figure it is the app.
Enough about that. Spotty got up on me it was adorable. My Mom is out of town visiting her "real" 😂 daughter I think. So Dad told me to call his phone when I'm ready.
I am going to check the mail. The other night I saw a very creepy white guy walking down the street, not on the sidewalk and I just got a bad hit off of him. I used to leave the front door unlocked when I checked the mail but not now. My neighborhood is comprised of blacks, latinos, and asians all well groomed. So a scruffy white guy raises a red flag.
When I was outside I saw a brown tabby kitten, I am almost certain a male, and not fixed. It was very skittish but obviously someone's pet as it was very healthy looking. I am curious to see how Biscuit and the gang react if it tries to come in the cat door. No, I don't want it. I have enough cats. I can't afford the ones I do own. But I won't chase it off, either. If I ever meet the owner I will tell them about our local spay and neuter clinic. Male cats are often hit by cars as they reach adolescence and go in search of females. It's a tough life for a tomcat.
Females, poor things, are often pregnant by 6-9 months when they are still babies themselves. That's why I got Cleo fixed first and then Spotty, back in 2019. As far as I know the vet did not have to do an abortion on Cleo like she did her mother but I let the vet know I would not want to know anyway. And I feel terrible about doing the abortion on Mama Cat. I had my reasons, I couldn't manage the cats I had, but I do feel bad. I just did it without seeking God's voice in the matter.
So I would never blame a human for that. It's not my place. I have blood on my hands. A life is a life as I see it. Boy that got depressing fast.
So I will talk to my Dad. I am curious to see how Grandma is holding up she doesn't do well with change, but I guess Dad will tell me what he knows. So far she is doing well; so's Dad.
That's it for now.
1 comment:
"I don't know where it went but it's not on me."
And that's the important part, isn't it! :)
Barbara
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