Routinely Disorganized

Go to work, go home, watch TV, eat dinner, fall asleep, get up, go to work, go home, go to the YMCA, go home, order out, watch TV, fall asleep, get up, go to work, go home, etc., on weekends subtract work and add in grocery shopping and some feeble efforts at tidying.

Wake up to cats. Pill a cat, feed the cats, tell the cats no, you can't come to work with me; come home, say yes, I was gone a long time. Pill a cat, feed the cats, cuddle the cats, fall asleep under cats. Wake up, pill, feed, console, leave, return, pill, feed, cuddle, coma. Wake up, pill, feed, console, leave, return, pill, feed, cuddle, coma. Wake up, pill, feed, console, leave, buy cat food, return, pill, feed, clean the kitty dishes, cuddle, coma. Weekends, add cleaning the kitty litter. Monthly, add buying kitty litter & medication.

Funny thing is... what saves this from being as insanely tedious as chinese water torture is, it's not even really all that organised...

Gifts

Sweet Return*

My dear friends have returned from their trip {safe & sound, thank god}.

Besides bringing themselves back {a gift in itself} they also brought back:
{1} a lovely gift of wee Khamsa earrings, and
{2} the gift of language.

Image from here.

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*Sweet Return is the most recent CD from the Flying Bulgar Klezmer Band.
The first track, "Shekhina: Cut from the Same Cloth" reminds me of them. :)

Mommas, Don't Yer Babies Grow Up To Be...

Found something for parents who want their kids to grow up to be archaeeologists.

It was in the educational section of a toy store. Have forgotten the actual brand name; but essentially, you might call it "A Find~In~A~Box".

This toy was comprised of:

{1} a box of dirt*

{2} a replica of an archaeological find {your choice of a clay pot, a dinosaur skull, etc.*} buried within

{3} the tools to "preserve" your find.

And my first thought was, Cool!!! It's about time. Who can I buy this for?

Second thought, ...if I just turn my head slightly, will I see that the next toy on this shelf is a box containing {1} fish {2} a barrel & {3} a 12-gauge shotgun?

Sorry to be a killjoy. Still think it's a cool toy & am happy that someone thought to do it; but it seems to me that finding something is only a tiny part of the whole fascinating process...

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* ... or, perhaps, faux dirt ~ some sort of pasteurized dirt substitute of which even the most fastidious parents could approve.

* ...musket ball? :)

Really, that's how it happened.

... must ...post ...gasp {struggles to reach keyboard, falls on floor with a thwap}

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Have been struggling in vain to post.