Sorry, I’m a bit grumpy this morning…
1. My latest HGTV design, Water Ship Down, was just getting beautiful and nearing completion when things started going drastically wrong. First it started misbehaving something fierce and then it stopped doing anything I told it to. I quit in disgust and then, because I don’t know how to really quit, I started a new version of the same theme.
2. When I went to clean the cat boxes before bed, I found that one of the cats (not sure which but I have my suspicions) peed all AROUND both boxes on the linoleum floor and in front of two pieces of furniture. Swearing a blue streak over this while I finished scooping the boxes, I went to grab the scent-killing pet wipes and when I came back, Phoebe was utilizing the most recently scooped box.
I have never so much as scolded them before because I’d assumed their “mistakes” were simply that. But now I knew better and I was PISSED! So I waited until she’d finished than grabbed her by the scruff of the neck and stuck her nose in the pee while scolding her.
Jeb came down to see what she and I both were squalling about even as, released, she ran past him. I told him about the trail of pee and said, “One more slip up and out she goes.”
“How do you know it’s not Cole?”
I didn’t know. I just felt it was Phoebe. I shrugged. “Phoebe will like being outside for a little while. Then if pee shows up in the wrong place again, we’ll know it was really him and out he’ll go. Then Phoebe can come back in until/unless she manages to prove it was actually both of them.”
This morning, there was pee on the floor again and Phoebe went out. Now we’ll see how Cole behaves.
Why do cats have to act this way?
3. When I went to bed, I was nauseous with having been riled up so bad. I don’t handle anger well. You could almost say I start shooting off sparks and then start redirecting that energy wherever I possibly can… Another story for another time. But I couldn’t sleep so I got up to draw and, because I was lonely AND angry, just explored online in general for a while.
On a social networking site out of Seattle, which is close to me, I came across a pimp’s website. He was selling women like commodities and I got the very strong impression that the women he was selling were sex slaves, possibly illegal immigrants he was no doubt offering “protection” to! I wanted to strangle him!
I don’t know how I’d go about proving what I sensed objectively. I trust my instincts, my intuition. I just KNEW it! Which is not, I realize, admissible in a court of law.
Great! Just one more thing to be angry sick about!
The irony of this is that it’s clearly all just business to him. A person can do things that are THAT bad, and still be otherwise likeable on the surface. He wasn’t just another dumb street hood. According to his well-written writings, he was educated, funny, well-spoken, loved music and dancing, and fine art. He was culturally well-rounded enough to fit into the middle and upper classes without a hitch. And yet he could do THIS!!!!
Take a look at His Profile and tell me if you think I’ve got it wrong though. Like maybe I’m seeing red because I’m just generally grumpy?
Can anyone suggest I way to point police attention at him and his site without my having to explain to them why I’m so suspicious of him?
4. When I was in the Marne Division stationed in Germany back in the 1980s, they strongly encouraged us to watch not only Audi Murphy movies (he having been one of the Marne Divisions most well-known heroes), but also movies about the Third Reich and Hitler’s home movies. That last showed him joking with friends and family and being very urbane and even likeable.
Likeable. Hitler. Like the pimp.
No one is all bad or all good. People compartmentalize these different facets of themselves. A lot of this is due directly to either survival needs or cognitive dissonance; much of the latter resulting from religious indoctrination in childhood.
GAH! I’m going to stop writing now until I can write something halfway decent and positive.
Good morning anyway?