Yes, the view-blocking weeds have been removed from their offensive place on the corner. Yay for being a cranky old lady!
'Cause I'm pretty sure I'm going to continue to be cranky for a while....at least until these ceaseless thunderstorms CEASE ALREADY, for cryin' out loud. I am very glad that we're not actually flooding here in Tulsa proper--steps were taken after some really big floods back in the 80s (the Great Flood of '86 springs to mind, though the BFF and I simply referred to her as "Betty") wreaked havoc, and, who'd a thunk it, those steps actually worked, and Tulsa is now something of a model for flood control. (If nothing else. Stay off of our pothole-ridden streets. Heh.)
In less jubilant news, Pudge had diarrhea all day yesterday. Whoo hoo! Including just a little bit in the house! And he puked all over the place! I love my dog! (I do...but he has thunderstorm anxiety and I guess that anxiety had to manifest itself somewhere.)
And, in seriously less jubilant news...the "litter box brigade" has been officially disbanded. My cancer-stricken friend has finally found homes for all her cats, and just in time, as she has begun to worsen very rapidly, and is going into hospice. I did my very last scooping duty last night, and was hoping to be able to chat a bit (she was asleep last week when I was there), but she was...not up to it, to put it mildly. I've never seen anyone go downhill quite so quickly. I think at some level she was just hanging in there for the cats, and now that they're taken care of...she's ready to go. And it will be a blessing when she does, truly. She needs to be free from that pain. CANCER SUCKS!!! Please direct your thoughts/prayers/good wishes/vibes toward a peaceful "transition" for Jan. Thanks.
I'm going to go now, 'cause I've made myself all sad, and I think I might require some chocolate. (I'm still at work--I can't have liquor yet.)