Doing nothing in honour of my rats' birthday
I saw this on Facebook and stole it instantly, for use in M's next Groundhog Day adventure.
"Quit asking if I'm okay. If I'm ever okay, I'll let you know!"
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I also intend to adapt it to M's perennial, "Are you doing anything interesting/exciting this weekend?" which drives me crazy, because that sounds like something you'd ask a kid on holiday. Also it makes me feel bad because I'm usually not doing anything/can't afford to. If that makes any sense. And I suspect what I find interesting would not at all align with M's ideas.
M asks me that weekly or as often as she sees me, which can be several times in a week. Weekends are usually when I hide, because this suburb is very, very busy on weekends and I don't like that. Same as I go to the beach on weekdays when it's not insanely crowded and you're less likely to be swum over by some gung ho type practising for the Rottnest Swim. Which got cancelled this weekend because of rough weather, so it is in my mind.
My mum has NO clue. When I was talking about this annual event, in which people swim the 20 kilometres from Cottesloe Beach to Rottnest Island, she asked if I was going in it, to which I asked if I looked crazy, by which I really mean that obsessed. I'm an all right swimmer, but I cannot do a distance like that. Has she met me?
In other news:
Google has slowed to a crawl this weekend, so that loading anything took a long time, enough that I finally checked and there was actually a reported problem, cause unknown. Which is preferable to the times when the Down Detector responds with, "No, why do you ask?" That's what it feels like, that I am being humoured by their AI.
It is my rats' second birthday. I gave them some leftover chips from fish and chips. Doing nothing is their favourite thing, so this post is in their honour today.
Somebody tried to take another potshot at Donald Trump. They walked into Mar al Lago, his residence, with a can of fuel and a rifle, when he wasn't there and it was being guarded by the Secret Service. Who shot the guy. Why can nobody come up with a decent plan in that country?
"Quit asking if I'm okay. If I'm ever okay, I'll let you know!"
www.facebook.com/photo
I also intend to adapt it to M's perennial, "Are you doing anything interesting/exciting this weekend?" which drives me crazy, because that sounds like something you'd ask a kid on holiday. Also it makes me feel bad because I'm usually not doing anything/can't afford to. If that makes any sense. And I suspect what I find interesting would not at all align with M's ideas.
M asks me that weekly or as often as she sees me, which can be several times in a week. Weekends are usually when I hide, because this suburb is very, very busy on weekends and I don't like that. Same as I go to the beach on weekdays when it's not insanely crowded and you're less likely to be swum over by some gung ho type practising for the Rottnest Swim. Which got cancelled this weekend because of rough weather, so it is in my mind.
My mum has NO clue. When I was talking about this annual event, in which people swim the 20 kilometres from Cottesloe Beach to Rottnest Island, she asked if I was going in it, to which I asked if I looked crazy, by which I really mean that obsessed. I'm an all right swimmer, but I cannot do a distance like that. Has she met me?
In other news:
Google has slowed to a crawl this weekend, so that loading anything took a long time, enough that I finally checked and there was actually a reported problem, cause unknown. Which is preferable to the times when the Down Detector responds with, "No, why do you ask?" That's what it feels like, that I am being humoured by their AI.
It is my rats' second birthday. I gave them some leftover chips from fish and chips. Doing nothing is their favourite thing, so this post is in their honour today.
Somebody tried to take another potshot at Donald Trump. They walked into Mar al Lago, his residence, with a can of fuel and a rifle, when he wasn't there and it was being guarded by the Secret Service. Who shot the guy. Why can nobody come up with a decent plan in that country?

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Do they have names?
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If you're going to assassinate someone, it's generally a good idea to make sure they're there! I'm sure Michael Fagan could teach them a thing or two. He managed to break into Buckingham Palace - twice! But given all the headlines about the dreadful state of Trump's health currently, maybe an assassination attempt isn't going to be needed.
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Absolutely. I don't believe my current sock drawer has received attention since I moved in. The horror!
There's added frustration that I know M won't remember asking, so it feels particularly pointless. I do sometimes get this several times in one visit. Also as a card-carrying introvert [it's my library card!] excitement is not something I generally go for.
Yes, the would-be assassins of Trump have been peculiarly inept, in a country that worships the gun. This one's brother claimed he couldn't even shoot. I have read some of the info speculating on Trump's health, mental and physical, and honestly, if that were my elderly relative, I would be looking at residential care.
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I thought that she probably wouldn't remember asking so I can understand why it feels pointless. But on the other hand, you can tell her all kinds of events because she won't remember that either.
He does seem to be deteriorating fairly quickly and residential care would seem to be the best place for him. I seem to remember that he made a lot of Biden's advancing years in the last year of his term, and now Trump is going to be even older in his last year!