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I don't know, that doesn't sound like any cat I have ever known.
Misty completly complains about her devestatingly empty food bowl but calms down as soon as the cat food is being poured into her food bowl.
It's called "Training your human".
Complaint: Bill for last week's medical scans at the hospital came today.
Non-complaint: Scans revealed nothing to worry about. Yet.
Complaint: My new shiny, copper newel post cap, is now covered with three inches of snow, so I guess that patinavication** has begun.
More snow tomorrow afternoon. Winter is fighting back. Heard the snowplow go by a few minutes ago.
Patinavication: The process of being coated with a patina. It's my twist on the verb "Patinate" to coat with a patina. I like my word better.
Complaint: REM sleep behavior disorder (RBD) is a sleep disorder where individuals physically act out their dreams, often resulting in vocal sounds and sudden movements during REM sleep. I fight in my dreams, and my wife suffers. The Alien that calls himself Doctor hasn't prescribed my meds to keep it in check. Well, the fact that my regular Alien is out of town, and the Alien who is supposed to prescribe it while he's out isn't doing his job. Sent it in on Thursday, called Friday, told them I was out. Called today and they assured me he would, but I guess he didn't want to. So here I am at 2 a.m., not being able to sleep because I've been fighting the last three nights and hit my wife a few times last night.
Sleep disorders are awful. I'm sorry you're (both) dealing with this. Can you not take the couch or the guest bed until your meds are back in?
Complaint: Cats. They cause REM sleep disruption at 5am when they run across our heads wanting to be fed.
Non-Complaint: Cats. After being fed at 5am, they tend to be happy and purr loudly.
I do occasionally have issues with punching people in dreams (because they deserve it) and find that my bedside cabinet has toppled over or my wife is objecting. Thankfully it's rare for me, and doesn't need medicating. It must be horible for your wife, @AgitatedRiot. Maybe you could temporarily sleep on the sofa until the sensible doctor returns.
Regards,
Richard
My cats, or at least one of them, was eating loudly enough at 02:15am this morning to wake me up, checked the time, fell back into deep sleep. I had forgotten to reset the alarm and my flatmate turned on the light in the kitchen, knocked on my doorframe, shocking me awake at 03:50am. Been running behind the power curve since. Alarm has been turned back on.
Simon, who loves Churu chicken sticks, does not like the chicken altenative I bought. Charlie ate the whole stick. Simon is still complaining.
Maybe this is easier to understand?
Complaint: I have a cot. It's 7 a.m., no sleep.
Non-complaint: Grocery mini-adventure successful. Breakfast at hole-in-the-wall beanery in decreipt mini-mall .
Everything needed found at grocery.
Was able to avoid Uber rate spike.
Complaint: Snow: Lots and lots of snow. It snowed and blowed all night. Had to shovel 4 inches of snow from covered porch this morning, had to shovel 8 inches from porch steps, had to wade through 8 inches down to the bus. Snow in my shoes.
Had to carry three heavy grocery bags up the now 10 inches of snow on the driveway, because the Uber didn't want to attempt the 100 foot uphill journey. Still snowing. Snowing so hard I can't see the house across the yard. Gave up on desnowing the porch. That's tomorrow's project.
Non-complaint: But at least it was pretty snow. Holiday postcard snow, decorating each tree branch with a couple inches of frosting. Wind smoothed, blanket across the fields and on rooftops.
I want to make a black vs white hole theory for my multiverse saga.
My theory is that: Black holes are where the Universe is turning itself inside out. Matter going in becomes Dark Energy expanding Spacetime. (---LG--- 3/17/26)
(*Take that with a grain of salt.*)
Then following the ideas of Roger Penrose, after the Universe has expanded to essentially Infinity, and all the matter has either fallen into Black Holes, or in trillions upon trillions upon trillions upon trillions of years, when all remaining matter has decayed back into radiation, and even the remaining Black Holes have radiated away by Hawking Radiation, and the Universe is again nothing but flat-lined Energy, without matter to serve as a reference for neither Time nor Space, "The Universe forgets how big it is"**, and becomes conformally identical to the existence of a zero sized Spacetime with infinite Energy density sufficient to generate energy knots in fields twisted enough to manifest another Big Bang-ish environment, and the whole thing starts all over again.
**Roger Penrose: Yes he actually said that in one of his lectures on Conformal Cyclic Cosmology Not this one, but one, many years ago. I think it's very apropos. Google AI says: This.
Not saying there ain't a Multiverse, but as the background of your saga consider multiple Universes, one after the other instead of laying next to each other.
If your characters are jumping from Universe to Universe, they have to fundamentally violate Spacetime either way, concurrently or sequentially.
Complaint: Email first thing this morning from the service provider yesterday that was giving me fits... giving me more fits. Haha oops they gave us the wrong information for that form that has to be signed in pen by both parties, so now we have to redo the entire thing, sorry for the inconvenience.
This is after they were supposed to give us the form + guidance in December, and didn't, so I hunted the form down online. Nobody would return our emails, so we took a guess and sent it in.
Nobody told us it was wrong until three months later and we're down to the wire. We needed to make it match the very helpful sample they attached with the email telling us we did it wrong. Except the very helpful sample was the wrong sample.
Is it too much to ask that people be competent at their jobs? Is it? Because I don't think it's too much to ask.
And this is the company I switched to in order to get away from the company where I had to repeatedly explain to people that months cannot be evenly divided into four weeks. Out of the frying pan, and right into a different frying pan.
Oh-oh: Cops are parked outside here again.
Not at my door, but most likely at the door of the other apartment in this house. Probably still trying to find the previous resident. Ooh, excitement on top of all the snow.
Non-complaint: The microwave that was left when we bought this place works! So we don't have to buy a replacement for the microwave that went to The Big Kitchen In The Sky. At least not right away.
Non-complaint: It's not somewhere between 2-4am here, so Bear the Lab &/or Gilly the Ditzy Collie aren't whining to go out; nor is Bear whining for help getting up on the bed; nor is Gilly pouncing on me like he's a cat.
Hooray microwave!! I had one that was left with the house, too, but it was so old it had dials. Wound up giving it to a friend who was in a rough patch, which meant when the second-hand one I had gave up the ghost, it took a bit to find another second-hand one as a replacement. No countdown display, but it heated food! I assume it still worked when I got sole residency of the house, but I opened the door to find what I think had originally been a ham and cheese sandwich, plus a wave of stench I couldn't get out of the thing even after the sandwich was long gone (the fridge was pretty special too, but at least all the containers could go right in the trash without being opened). Couldn't get the smell out. Thanked the microwave for its faithful serviced and disposed of it.
The one we have now is the first new microwave I've ever owned, and it's fabulous, but whoof, heck of a lot more expensive than a second-hand. Glad you could dodge that bullet for at least a while.
...first "summery" like day of the year yesterday (Monday) as it reached 73° with plenty of sunshine and light winds. Was nice to leave the jacket sweatshirt and gloves at home.
The next few days will be in the mid 60s to near 70.
..sometimes i wonder if they do stuff like that just to discourage people from applying.
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As to any theory about the universe, I feel it is all subject to whether the cat's food bowl is filled or not.
The weird thing is, this company stands to gain absolutely nothing by making it difficult. I already have the approval for services through the state/county (which is a whole head-meet-desk saga in itself), but they don't do the funds distribution themselves. That happens through a Financial Management Service you have to pick (and onboard with) from a list of approved companies. The FMS takes in a monthly fee for services rendered. So they're actively shooting themselves in the foot because if I'm not onboarded, they don't get their fees.
...sounds a bit similar to a Medicare supplemental plan.
Or may be a genuine case of un-motivated incompetence.
Regards,
Richard
That's probably it. Your average worker clocks in, puts in their hours, and clocks out, caring very little for the bottom line or the damage they do, as long as they get paid. I think it just blows my mind because 1. I care about doing a good job from a sense of personal pride, and 2. I have a sincere desire to make life less stressful for everyone involved, myself included.
Also, it really seems like if a company is advertising themselves based on their religion, which is founded around a guy whose whole thing was helping others, and they're patting themselves on the back that their good works are in his name, they'd put a little more effort in. (The religion angle had nothing to do with why I picked it... I went for one that was local to the state, didn't charge an absolute arm and a leg for fees, and was accepting new clients. But the point remains.)
Yep, agreed.
I'm lazy. I find I need to put the least effort in when everything's done right, quickly & efficiently. It has the unintended side effect that I get more jobs to do, but not all good ideas work...
Regards,
Richard
I do hope & pray this bunch gets their act (and brain cells) together, for your family's sake.
PS: Ah yes, nothing like the old "How dare they kick me out--I'll show them all!" house-trashing move. I feel for you and the kiddos. My mother pulled that on Dad & I decades ago. Good times - absolutely not!
Many thanks.
And I'm sorry you and your dad went through that. Mine liked making messes as a show of dominance, even when we were together (chili left in the crock pot two weeks untouched: if I clean it, it's an excuse for a tantrum and him destroying my stuff because I threw out his; if I don't, he won't) so it didn't surprise me that in spite of language in the divorce decreee that he AND ALL HIS STUFF had to be out of the house by X date, he left the place in such a wreck that it took nine months to gut and refinish it to the point that it was safe to put Little Dude down on the floor. It made me absolutely bonkers that even though in the agreement the house was designated as solely mine, I had to allow him to continue living there for three months. Because yeah, obviously the spiteful narcissist with a history of destroying things is going to take GREAT CARE of the place and not, say, kick the doors off their hinges in a rage that he didn't get to "keep" the house that I bought before we were married. For example. We rented a giant dumpster and filled it with his trash, and it didn't all fit.
On the bright side, by the time we moved back in there wasn't a single surface he'd touched that hadn't been scrubbed, repainted, or replaced. Fresh start! The place is lovely and homey now. (Seriously, though, bless my parents, who are the MVP of this whole thing. No way I could've gotten us on our awesome new trajectory without them.)
Yikes! Mom didn't stick around or break stuff, at least. Dad could have fixed anything himself, he was a painting/building contractor. Maybe she decided to do something she assumed he wouldn't be able to handle? But it was a horrible mess. My cousin/Dad's niece (old enough to be my mother) helped. Her husband was a manager at a grocery that gave out S& H Green Stamps (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/S%26H_Green_Stamps). She brought us lots of torn stamps from the store dispensers, helped me put them in booklets and then we exchanged them for new towels & bedclothes, and whatever else had disappeared. They were good stuff, lasted for years. That part was a lot more fun than helping scrub the disgusting dishes & pots.
Oh how awesome and resourceful! Our local grocery store runs semi-similar promotions on occasion, though you just exchange the stamps in store for whatever promotion is running (food storage containers, pots/pans, or whatever). They're usually surprisingly good quality, though, and hey, if you're getting the food anyway... might as well have a new frypan to go with it.
I used to get pissed at all the stuff the ex took (really? He needed all three cheese graters and every single bottle opener we owned?) but at this point it's almost a running joke that Teen Kiddo will go "hey Mom, do we have a..." and I wind up going "Yes! ...wait... maybe. We used to, and it was kept in the... hmmm. Haven't actually seen that since we moved back in, so... no, actually. No. Sorry. Let's order one." And honestly? None what he took was very good. He destroyed everything he touched, so I didn't bother with quality. Now I get things that are nice and made to last because they actually will. If the old stuff was here, I probably would've felt compelled to make do, but since it's not... hello stainless steel pizza pan!! And he'll never get to enjoy it! HA!
I have learnt something unexpected today triggered by the talk of Green Stamps.
The UK had Green Shield Stamps (copied from the US Green stamps apparently) from 1958, and as inflation killed the stamps in the 1970's and early 1980's, the Green Sheild Stamp company took cash payments to supplement the value of the stamp books and people buying from a catalogue, with the company eventually morphing into the ubiquitous high street catalogue store 'Argos'.
Never knew that. Amazing.
Regards,
Richard
I thought this was a chess pawn. I am not one pawn short of a chess game but only one pawn of a chess game.
Yes, Green Shield is why when S&H entered the UK market, they changed color to Pink Stamps. :) I hadn't realized that the company lasted into the 21st century in some form - or that Warhol did a painting of a stamp sheet. I found an old catalog at Wayback Machine aka Archive.org yesterday.
Complaint: Its been 15-20 degrees above normal almost every day for the last 6 months and it. Won't. Ever. End.
It's 85 degrees. It's also technically still winter. Makes me miss Fairbanks.
Non-complaint: my NCAA bracket still looks good. Then again, in my experience that's usually a bad thing. The few times I've ever won I spent the first weekend fretting about how 'shredded' my brackets were.