Oct. 1st, 2011

monk111: (Christie)
It's been a long time since I've been eager to check my porn blog, but it looks like Miss Timeout is going to be nothing, too.
monk111: (Cats)
No cats. No sight of them from the front yard either. In fact, it feels surprisingly lifeless out there.

Our autumn is rebooting. Pop was murmuring about cooler mornings. It's 67 degrees. we've had this before, before the heatwave reasserted itself. Maybe autumn will work this time. I'm kind of anxious for some chicken fried rice.
monk111: (Effulgent Days)
Sometimes, like now when I've already finished my morning blogging rounds and the Times and it's not quite seven-thirty, I check Dreadmwidth's "Latest Things", its roll of latest posts, to see if there is something to add to my Reading Page. I've added one picture guy so far. He's Russian, and it's interesting to see that a lot of Russians have made the move to Dreamwidth from LJ. Now that LJ is Russian owned, one might think they'd be even more comfortable there.

Funny Cats

Oct. 1st, 2011 09:39 am
monk111: (Christie)
Funny, on such a beautiful, cool autumn morning, now the cats want to stay inside. I don't get it.
monk111: (Rainy)
Nostalgic weekend.

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Monk shut off the fan last night. A cool night in July? A rainy summer? San Antonio dreaming.

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October 1, 2011

After this summer, it sounds more like a miracle on par with the splitting of the Red Sea.
monk111: (Effulgent Days)
My book on poetic rhythm came in. I was hoping hard not to have to wait the whole weekend for it. I read a few pages before my nap, though, and you probably aren't surprised that I doubt it's going to turn me into even a middling poet. I'm not giving up all hope yet, but it looks like I am going to have to make do with book-blogging for my life's artful amusement.
monk111: (Bo)
Mother purchased another load of chicken - three dollars off!

Whereas she once obsessively bought lottery scratchies, and then knickknacks from thrift shops,she now grabs more and more food, a good part of which is thrown out later.

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October 1, 2011

Yeah, I was pretty sure that it was Mother who started this, and that Father just fell into the habit of it himself. Though, Pop has eased up a great deal. I think he now wants to spend more on Lorie and his much improved social life, and so his money is tighter now.

But was it really only the last year of her life that Mother got into this rut? It feels like it was a longer run than that. Though, I am sure that the count doesn’t begin until after we moved to Dun Hill, and that was only in ‘97. It’s as though having the big freezer in the kitchen and in front of her face all the time gave her ideas. At Bay Horse, the freezer was isolated in the garage, which was actually a garage rather than a converted room as it is here at Dun Hill, which I call the big room.
monk111: (Christie Caged)
THEY'RE BACK! Sal, too. Free booze.

Monk tells Mother, "Why don't you just give him the bottle?"

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October 1, 2011

I was just being peevish. But I'm sure Mother knew that. Of course, the visit means the world to Mother, and it probably meant a lot to Jack. I just wish I had such a relationship. With anyone. And not with just a pet.
monk111: (Sugar Hips)
Pop left at about six wih Lorie, who just parked in the driveway per their routine. I decided to take the opportunity to whip up a fuller dinner and took out a frozen meat patty. Since it was a sturdier meal, I cheated and had my third coke of the day with it.
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