No bed for me last night. It was this morning and I won’t say what time. Just that it won’t happen tonight. I hope.
After I got everything out of the way and went out to feed the Catz, I was surprised to see that Gray (Alice suggested that name in a comment) showed up. S/he was very interested in eating. The long absences make me think that s/he might be another tom.
I was mobbed by the Catz, all wanting to be petted. One of Black Tom’s aunts took exception to his being there and I had to fuss at her a little. I doubt it will make any difference.
Cuz texted me that we’ll talk about Black Tom and the possibility of having him neutered. She also told me to make my list so I’ve been working on it. She may wish she hadn’t said anything.
Today was the day I was going to Do Something About My Hair. Since I haven’t posted any pictures of myself for a long time, I got out the tripod and set up for self portraits.
This is me before my shower and head-scrubbing. BTW, this pose (and the next) were the “forum pose” when it was active.
You can see how my hair sticks up over the headband that holds the Ear Buddies that hold the cannula that goes in the nostrils.
I gave my head a good working-over with Burt’s Bees shampoo DD had left eons ago and followed that up with another lathering of Melaleuca Naturals tea tree oil shampoo.
Once out, I blew my hair dry and this is how it looked.
I figured it didn’t look half bad so I decided I could mow my hair another day. It isn’t hard for me to get me to change my mind. I take the path of least resistance.
Now, you may notice the absence of a headband in the second picture. That’s because I’m wearing the cannula as nature intended — behind the ears. It’s really preferable that way. It’s handier and more attractive and all of us cannula wearers must be attractive. However, it takes a very, very short time for my ears to get very, very sore (borrowing a page out of Drumpf’s vocabulary) so the headband went back on after the picture was taken. I must say it does look different from the first picture, though. As it is now, it looks more like tufts of hay sticking up from a shock of corn. Or a mini-haystack. Whatever. I’m back to comfort over looks.
I’ve been following the primaries. There was a video on CNN where Wolf and John King were looking at what the numbers would be if no superdelegates were involved. Any way they added it up, Hillary was still far ahead of Bernie. With no superdelegates, the magic number would change to 2,026. She still wouldn’t be there (but the night isn’t over yet) but she’d be a lot closer than Bernie. His whining and complaining have soured more people than yours truly. I’ve seen what people are saying on Facebook and he’s had his day in the sun.
North Dakota is the only state on this date that caucuses and Bernie would tell you he does better when that’s the case. He won and has plowed into Hillary’s lead by a net count of eight delegates — 13 to 5. There have been rumblings that may spell the end of that method of picking a winner. Change can come very slowly but it’s four years until the next one.
It occurred to me yesterday that I haven’t had one strawberry this season. I’m sure all of the local ones are gone by now. I couldn’t go out to my patch so that was out. Blueberries, though, I’m eating every day.
My B12 shot was put off until tomorrow. I can’t stay up as late tonight as I did last night. I’ll have to be up and at ’em much earlier. Over and out.