The Random Thoughts of a Somewhat Confused Mind

I often say that there is always a kernel of truth in every saying, myth or old wives’ tale, and it proves true:
We had a bit of a wiring disaster in the house ( the house being somewhere around 500 years old, and the wiring pretty close to that in age ) and some rooms have power, while others don’t. Tomorrow, our man of all work, Roberto, will be here to remedy that, but in the meantime, we charge what has batteries, when and where we can, and run a maze of extension cords to do what we must. I feel like I’m in the midle of an old joke, becaue I’m typing this on my laptop, aided by the light of some candleswe keep for just such an emergency. So, it IS better to light one candle, than to curse the darkness.

La Duquesa and I have been rather strung out of late. The reason being that we have a new pup in the house, a female of indeterminate breeding we’ve named Katy. We were going to cally her Katrina, a name which harks back to my Mother’s nickname ( she once played a character of that name in a school play, and it stuck ). Katy’s been with us for about 10 days now, and although her training has progressed rather rapidly, she started off with the idea that the world was her bathroom, and being of an independent spirit, and a bit rebellious to boot, she was under the impression that we, the other two dogs ( Jake and Schultz ), and my Bronx born cat, Baby, were here solely for her amusement and sometimes her own personal chew toys. All that is changing, but still sometimes she forgets just who it is that calls the shots, and pays for the kibble around here, and a wet mop is always close to hand. The division of labor here is that I do discipline and cooking, while La Duquesa doubles on itellectual pursuits and clean up. The burden of labor seems to be heavily upon her.
So, things are changing for the better, and rapidly also, but not quite rapidly enough to suit, if you catch my meaning, Meanwhile, we persevere, and get by with a little help from our friends.


One thought on “The Random Thoughts of a Somewhat Confused Mind

  1. Why I love Mexican houses — most have no carpets, just tile floors. Easy cleanup. Katy is a garbage belly. She needs a cardboard sign that says “Will do ANYTHING for food.”


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