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The Weekend Is Almost Over

I love Sunday. I wouldn’t say I like Sunday nights.

No, Sunday night is when the stress of the week starts building. I check my schedule after having my work phone turned off all weekend.

I would be better if our scheduler would work properly but it scatters hours all over the week.

This is when Plan A begins to form in my mind. Being, unfortunately, by myself makes it easier to stick with and tweak my plan as the days roll on.

With no one to train or watch this week, my Friday will be pretty easy except for the travel.

Sunday mornings are usually leisurely sitting in my recliner and sipping coffee. Sometimes I have company.

She likes the smell of coffee. She may even admit to loving me.

Our only commitment being church at 10:30 the rest of the day is oursโ€”usually laundry day or finishing off laundry.

I spend it reading it or messing around with some project.

For now, it’s almost time to lay down.

Monday is inevitable.

That’s it. That’s the post.


Just Two Old Fellas

Weโ€™re just two old fellas winding down from the day, enjoying a little TV. Catching up on NCIS.

Iโ€™m off tomorrow so we can hang out while I clean house and take care of some projects.

Lots of things happening here and lots of money being invested in our home by us. You have to take care of what you can and improve on things when you can.

Thatโ€™s it. Thatโ€™s the post.



We’ve had a busy weekend with the kids, the house, groceries, etc. So much so that me and Sam forgot to plan anything to talk about on the podcast. So we made a new rule.

No prep, no podcast.

We are still having a problem with our sound anyway and that’s my department. I need to figure out how to properly set the mixer so that we don’t have the buzzes and clicks we are experiencing. It’s annoying for me to hear it and I know that I don’t enjoy it when listening to a podcast. One of my simple pleasures is listening to podcasts that are not only informative and entertaining, but also produced well. We are aiming for that after we get through some growing pains.

I think we have a good flow and the back and forth is there. He’s a funny little guy and we enjoy spending that time together.

We had thought about doing thirty minutes on SCPs (Secure, Contain, Protect). These are podcast and YouTube videos about creepypasta characters and things that cross over into our world. One of the podcasts I’ve been enjoying on the subject is SCP Archives from Bloody Disgusting. The sound, sound effects and acting are fantastic. I really get drawn into the stories and a bit creeped out here and there. So worth the listen.

The wife has suggested that we do some episodes on stuff we really know like spots in the Smokey Mountains that we have visited such as The Road To Nowhere and Cades Cove. Both of those spots have several ghost stories and plenty of history to talk about. We spend a great deal of time on the Blue Ridge Parkway and in the cities around it. There are plenty of stories to tell. She ain’t wrong.

Anyway, that’s enough of that. We are looking for the next couple of couches to grace our living room. The ones we have now are about eight or ten years old. Time for something new. Shopping for furniture can be a big part of that for better or worse part of the marriage compact. It is frustrating. We are also trying to find a fabric that Fibble, the younger cat, won’t find appealing. She likes to claw. Furniture isn’t you scratching post, cat. I know you’re reading this over my shoulder on the back of the recliner right now.

That’s it. That’s the post.


Pure Friendship

Geisel is the old man of the house but has been friends with Sam since we brought him home. He doesnโ€™t like people getting in his face but will bump noses with Sam. He actually loves the boy.

Thatโ€™s it. Thatโ€™s the post.


Day Off

Always nice to have a Monday off.

What happened on mine?


I was going to pick up around the house a bit and that turned into a five hour cleaning spree.

Then the wife calls and says that my sons entire class has been put out in quarantine because one classmate tested positive for Covid. Every one except him.

Heโ€™s least likely to contract it though as he wasnโ€™t there 2 1/2 days last week because he had strep. I suppose thatโ€™s lucky.

So here we are. He was getting out this week for Christmas anyway.


Visually I have a treat for you tonight.

My very own…


CATSTACHE. Ms. Fibble helped.

Thatโ€™s it. Thatโ€™s the post.


Ghost Cat

Before Fibble and Geisel we had Smoky and Ashley.

Smoky on the left, Ashley on the right.

Sadly, as pets do, theyโ€™ve both passed on now.

Now, I love all my kids equally, but Ashley was without a doubt my cat, as much as any cat can be anyone elseโ€™s. I was her human is probably the correct way to put it. I was her favorite human. She was always by my side, much like Fibble is now.

I loved that little cat, so much so that when we changed living room furniture I had to find a chair that wasnโ€™t just comfortable for me but for Ashley as well. She always laid at my left shoulder. (Wow, Sam! On your left!) So I would look for a chair that had a cushion where she could make her spot.

I hadnโ€™t realized until just now that Fibble does the same thing. She likes to lay on my left. This chair is a lot higher so itโ€™s probably a โ€œlooking down on the mere humanโ€ type of thing.

Iโ€™ve been watching Fibble lately, she has developed some nerve issues in her back. Not really bad, just sensitive enough to make her a little edgy. Iโ€™ll catch her out of the corner of my eye in the kitchen, bathroom, bedroom, etc. and I just watch to make sure that everythingโ€™s okay. She is very important to me, she gives me comfort, and I want to return that favor.

Hereโ€™s the thing though.

Iโ€™ll see her out of the corner of my eye in the kitchen and then walk into the living room and sheโ€™s asleep in our chair. This is all in the space of ten seconds.

Thatโ€™s not Fibble Iโ€™m catching out of the corner of my eye sometimes. Itโ€™s Ashley.

It sounds crazy. I sound crazy. But this does happen.

Fibble in her night spot.

I think what Iโ€™ve got is a guardian angel. Sheโ€™s just helping Fibble, her younger sister, watch over me.

Iโ€™m okay with that.

Thatโ€™s it. Thatโ€™s the post.


The Promised Land

Before I start, this isnโ€™t a religious post or a post about freedom and liberty.

No. This is about a journey and the things that happened along the way. A journey to get to a place we were at the whole time.

Several decades ago, a writing team came up with an idea for a comedy/SciFi show for British television. I donโ€™t know all the particulars but the first thing I saw was this.

This is from the episode Tongue Tied and is a better filmed image than the first episode. But fans will nitpick and theyโ€™ll also get the first episode feel.


Whatโ€™s happeninโ€™, dudes?

This is an SOS distress call from the mining ship Red Dwarf. The crew are dead, killed by a radiation leak. The only survivors are Dave Lister, who was in suspended animation during the disaster, and his pregnant cat, who was safely sealed in the hold. Revived three million years later, Lister’s only companions are a life form who evolved from his cat, and Arnold Rimmer, a hologram simulation of one of the dead crew. I am Holly, the ship’s computer, with an IQ of 6000, the same IQ as 6000 PE teachers.”

The wife and I had moved to a new apartment on a Saturday. No cable until the following Monday. So I rigged up a make shift antenna on the TV (tube TV, thatโ€™s how far back the story goes) and all we could get was PBS.

And that was okay. Back then, PBS had some fairly entertaining stuff on Saturday nights.

The first thing that came up was Red Dwarf.

Every Saturday night we got to catch an episode or two. Right from the first episode.

And we were hooked.

The next three times we moved the series would start over again. It was like a good luck charm. And we would watch it all over, again.

Then we moved to our house here and it wasnโ€™t on PBS anymore. So that Saturday morning we went out looking for the DVDs and found them.

And that first Saturday night we watched the first series.

Itโ€™s a tradition for our home. A weird one, maybe. But itโ€™s ours.

Now weโ€™ve passed that on to our daughter and son.

Weโ€™ve been to The End and The Beginning. Weโ€™ve been Tongue Tied and Backwards. Weโ€™ve encountered everything from Despair Squids to Pleasure Gelfs.

Donโ€™t even get us started on Polymorphs.

Weโ€™ve seen the Boys from the Dwarf get into and out of all kinds of scrapes. Weโ€™ve seen them become heroโ€™s and be the villains.

Itโ€™s a great ride.

And then we come to The Promised Land.

I wasnโ€™t going in with high hopes for a feature length episode. I was thinking that might be pushing it for this show.

I was surprised. It was something I would have paid for at a theater. And I wish I could have seen it all on the big screen.

So here we are, at journeys end and we find out:

The Promised Land is not a planet.

Itโ€™s a place in your heart.

Itโ€™s a way of thinking.

It sounds a bit like home. But the building doesnโ€™t make a home, the people do.

And now weโ€™ve gone through it all. The family has seen the whole thing. Taken the entire journey.

And it was smegging fantastic.


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