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The Old Guy … Cats-in-the-Box …

Kat resting in her old box …

Pumpkin looking out from his new possession ….

Curious Kat inspecting the new box but distracted by something out the window ….

Cats-in-the-boxes …

Nap time after playtime ….

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The Old Guy … Curious Kat …

Kat watching Dog TV

Kat has been quiet this morning while she sits on the end table or the couch leg watching Dog TV. I would not even begin to speculate as to what she is thinking. Her eyes do search all over the place when they have a lot of bird sounds accompanying the video.

Pumpkin on the other hand has been upstairs all morning except when he hears the rustle of the treat bag or when I am in the kitchen cooking. He’s Johnny on the spot then. Evidently, he has no interest in Dog TV.

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The Old Guy … Excerpt: Journal Entry #6 …

Excerpt – Journal Entry June 29 2019 … Car in the parking lot …

It started with substance supplies. I didn’t want to get out. Getting out meant I would have to put on shoes, gather up identification, and monetary wallets, last chance restroom trip, treats for cats, find White Straw Hat, car keys, and try to make myself somewhat presentable to the world outside my front door. Easier said than done. But … I needed supplies such as the staples bread, rice, beans, and 1-minute instant type Gruel.

I got there (the store) but had to circle the parking lot a few times trying to get a good parking space close to the front doors. Well, I thought I was standing in tall cotton when a handicapped space opened up and it even had a riding grocery card parked beside it. I was on it like a flash and into the store where I picked up a few things and generally took my own sweet time taking care of business.

On exiting the store, I saw a car in the parking lot that looked just like mine; same make and color. The vehicle sat there with no one around it which was quite curious because the front driver’s door was wide open. How odd I thought just before realizing it was my car! What? My car! Was I somehow violated or taken advantage of? My door was wide open. My conveyances inner sanctuary was wantonly exposed to any or all common personages with even a meager curiosity.

I quickly discovered everything was in order … I had left it open myself. It was simply an unfortunate Old Guy moment that reinforces many of the stereotypes considered common to those of advanced age. Whew, door open, that was a first.

I made it home without incident which as the day was going was an achievement. It also checked. My trousers were zipped up. Many things here lately have made me wonder if I am still competent any more. I keep having these random Old Guy moments.

I am beginning to think I have a small amount of time before I am put in a home. When that happens, I wonder if I would know enough about what was happening to or around me to protest. It is a wonder that I sleep at all during the night.

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The Old Guy … It’s Laundry Day …

It’s laundry day. Yep, wasn’t really ready for it, but sometimes it’s necessary. Thankfully, the weather is cooperating and everything could be dried outside by way of a rotating clothes line.

Outside drying would supposedly make the wet cotton type bedroom goods smell fresh and Spring clean. Just what every Old Guy widower wishes to achieve on a fine Spring day.

Today’s wash of bed linens, which to the uninformed, is quite a bit more of a chore than washing all the small normal stuff such as shirts, pants and towels and or including unmentionables. Sheets, and the likes are heavy items to carry around and not drop on the basement floor, steps or in the grass.
With the cats watching my every move from the back door, laundry day turned out pretty good. Even by my lonesome, I didn’t get hardly any grass clippings on the sheets, pillow covers or bedspread. And … nothing had to be re-washed. What made me smile was that I had twenty-four clothes pins and used only twenty-three.

ps. Later that evening I was stretched out on the couch and noticed bright flashes of light coming through the blinds accompanied with bold claps of thunder. The cats were nowhere in sight and when observing outside the front door … it was seriously raining to beat-the- band. It was then I realized I had forgotten to bring in the wash. Fortunately by the morning, all the green-yellow pine tree pollen was washed off the linens. Double rinse and double sun dried made it all smell so much better.

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The Old Guy … I Was Stunned …

Early in a fog filled last morning of the dead front yard tree. The object of contention was deemed dangerous and could fall without much provocation at any moment.
Dead branches start to fall. Earlier in the week, I went to fill my bird feeder with Black Oil Sunflower Seeds and just as I was about to pour in the seeds, the branch the feeder was attached to broke clean off the tree. It hit me on top of my head, then on the way to the ground knocked the seeds and feeder from my hands. Seeds were scattered everywhere. I was stunned from the force of the blow, but managed not to fall down though I did some peculiar things standing up (no description available). Fortunately, no one in the immediate area witnessed my distressing predicament and I made it back to the porch swing in short order.
Towards the end, large pieces of dead tree fell to the ground with a deep baritone thump. I remained in the porch swing observing, because my less than admirable history of avoiding thrown and especially falling objects should not frequently be tested and or envied.
Finishing up. I will now be able park in my driveway without fear of the tree and power lines falling and damaging my vehicle beyond repair. I will also no longer be at the mercy of the flock of birds that enjoy sitting on the power line after consuming numerous daily meals.
Game over … except without the tree there are no limbs to hang my bird feeders and suet cages. So … the birdbath is now my bird feeder and the small black mosquitoes that are one of my summer torments will have to find another favorite breading place.

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The Old Guy … Fond Memory …

In December a very large limb fell from a tree out front. At the time, I wasn’t physically able do anything with the obstruction, so I hung an old blue Christmas Tree bulb on a branch and considered it my unique Christmas Tree for 2018.
When I came home from my Christmas visiting, the limb was gone, from the kindness of my neighbor, and the blue Christmas Bulb was hanging from the Shepherds Hook beside the front porch. Over the following months of storms and strong winds, the bulb suffered, and remains to this day in a condition far short of its past glory. But the bulb remains a very fond memory of an Old Guy’s Christmas when a smile was needed and provided.

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