Today, one last parting shot at a harsh winter and a spring that at times has appeared overwhelmed by the task at hand. However, the work of springtime finally is in high gear around here, evidenced by the hit-and-miss nature of Web updates this week. Sometimes, the corporeal world will not wait.
Insulated from Reality
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156 responses to “Insulated from Reality”
Good morning Villagers…..
Sleep did not escape me last night π
You are most welcomed Miss Charlotte; as evidenced, I do a lot of copy and paste. I will ask my nephew how little Brooklynne Rose (correct spelling I believe) got her name….it is, isn’t it?
Wow, Jackie, you do have stories yet for another day, thank you for sharing, and I really mean that.
Ya’ll have an eggceptionally, blessed Caturday
‘morning. GR π and, yes, I do belong among the wildflowers…….
I don’t post very often, but I HAVE to read the blog every day. I love you all.
Yeah, Gal, kinda habit forming, isn’t it? π
Debbe π Morning, hon. Try not to have too much fun with your little visitor. π
Good morning, Villagers. We have a small (5 y/o) patient named Brooklynne. I’ll have to ask her mom where she came up with that name.
I too have seen the name either as Brooklin or something similar. But the Rose is what sets it off. Somehow it made me think of Barbra Streisand and Secondhand Rose?
Because I garden (did) I wonder if it may be a botanical rose? Still unique and beautiful.
Going to make mom’s coffee, I am giving up diet Coke and all sodas, “again” as Forrest Gump kept repeating.
Have a great weekend!
Love, Jackie Monies
Curiosity gets the cat! Is your Brooklyn Rose: 15, a singer, pianist, records albums, youtube videos, dancer, writer of lyrics and music?
I googled Brooklin Rose thinking it might be a plant and found a talented young lady named Brooklyn Rose who is a teen idol apparently.
Correct spelling was Brooklyn Rose.
Love, Jackie Moniesl
I had a great-uncle die in the Philippines in WWII. My mother was about 10 when she dreamed that he appeared in her bedroom and told her… they received the official notice about 2 weeks later. Uncle Jack had been her favorite relative.
My granddad served in the Navy in WWII, but he was a radioman and served his whole term at the submarine listening station in Trinidad.
Morning GR6 and village. Spent 9 May at Red Square helping in the Victory Day celebration. Since I was already in Moscow it seemed like the thing to do. If plans hold I should be back on a more regular basis within a week.
Been wondering if someone had pucked your flight feathers. If you are still in Moscow and manage to get anywhere near Putin, try to make it look like an accident.
Lucky you, VL, I have never been to ussia. Though if I went, I would choose Leningrad. I have an Internet friend there that runs a Leningrad Battleground tour. I also hear it is beautiful.
Oops. If you are in Moscow, I might not should have said that.
What’s Russia’s equivalent of the NSA? Whoever they are, “I was just kidding, guys.”
Almost anyone can be a casualty of war, in one way or another. I have an older friend who was born two months after his father went down with his troop ship after it was torpedoed in the Atlantic by a German submarine.
I have two Russian Γ©migrΓ©s working at my local grocery store’ in a town of only 3000 people in Oklahoma. From the Ukraine. They are so happy to be in America, think Oklahoma is wonderful- older couple. We communicate through their limited English and my sign language. I worry because I know they left their home and family behind. But Ari tells me he dreamed always of becoming an American. They are so hard working and so kind and loving.
It is very hard for me to think this ever was an “enemy.” But I suppose I feel that way about all nationalities and races. My husband has wonderful memories of drinking vodka and eating bread and borsch during the Cold War aboard a Russian ship with the crew, courtesy of his boss, Robert Ballard I think.
Ari and I talk about rutabagas and turnips and tomatoes and I promised to bring him tomato seeds from some of my Russian and Ukrainian heirloom tomatoes.
Love, Jackie Monies
Today’s strip is a keeper. We had a cat that lived to be 21 and we have one now that is 14 and beginning to need help with jumping. Just before we read the strip she was bringing up the laundry and tripped over that cat, so she hugged him like Janis did today.
Yes, Ghost… you are definitely habit forming!
Our cat is 19 and was ailing, but changing the cat food perked him back up. Still blind, though…
I gots no cat, but my German Shepherd is six and healthy, thank the Lord.
I have admitted to being a cat lady but I am also a dog lady. I grieve and miss them all.
And they grieve as well.
JJ will you sign a print if I mail it to you? Ashes is Ludwig incarnate and he is having to make do with me since Mike is in chemo.
Love, Jackie Monies
Today at work, it was merciless…….all I wanted to do was get out of there, I still don’t understand how the belt can wrap backward on the roller….the one that pulls the belt. But it did yesterday, and tore the belt….had a lot of ‘experienced’ help, besides my weekend high schoolers….they got that bottom belt pulling and a couple of other things….still my packer kept jamming, had to cut one out yesterday….
Enough of that….I’m home…..next agenda….a Hollywood shower.
Haven’t had the pleasure of talking with Brooklynne Rose yet……when they came in last night, Daddy was packing her in….she was asleep, must have had a big, big day yesterday….and right now they’re at Denny’s……
And Galligo, you are right there…..Ghostie is habit forming, in a good way, at least we do not have a Surgeon General’s Warning on him π
Raining more here in S IN
I truly loved today’s strip…I hug my cats all the time….I have four left. My favorite is my white cat, Snowee, she sleeps on my left shoulder. And all I have to do to get her attention is just the “s” sound……brrrmeow is what I get. I can see the aging in her eyes…she is 10 years old….and a rescue kitty…
later….I have a date with my shower…..
So many cat lovers here…..Jackie you said the other day you were going to the store to get cat litter…what kind do you use? I get the Arm ‘n’ Hammer brand.
What does everyone else use….new topic π I’m writing a book π Nothing compared to her autobiography though.
I use the backyard. π
Ah, yes, my fan club. I love you all , too. π
Lily, perhaps they will get indoor plumbing in your part of Texas one day. π
Lily: I presume you mean your cat uses the backyard. Over the years at the old place, a 55′ [I think] x roughly 300′ fenced ‘city’ lot, our [serial] cats and dogs all used the yard. Cannot do that in this townhome community. So, for the first time, it’s a litterbox. Use whatever clay-based litter is at the store. When I had kitty declawed, the aides at the vets’ [there are 5 vets] told me to use ‘Yesterday’s News’, litter made out of compressed newspapers, to avoid getting clay particles into the wounds. I’ll use it up, but I like the clay better.
About 6 weeks ago, I rescued kitty out of a foxhole he had dug in the snowbank across the street, to get out of the wind. Could not track down a previous owner, though I suspect there was one. Tame, not gaunt, nice coat. Some of you might remember that, a couple of years back, I wrote I couldn’t have a cat because Chicagoland daughter is allergic. Decided that she visits about once a year and, if she has grandkids with her, I put them all up in a motel, so we don’t have to use the house. Now, grandkids or not, I’ll get her a motel room.
Today is the second day this year I’ve opened windows; it’s warmer out than the 65F I keep the house at. Kitty is watching the birds on the other side of the screen. Vet says he’s a yearling: no tarter on his teeth yet. Maybe I’ve written about him here before, or maybe only to email folks.