Wile E.

On the way home from the doctor's office Wednesday afternoon, we spotted the beautiful creature walking leisurely alongside the highway. Clearly, we could not stop in the heavily congested construction area, so the picture is borrowed. But the animal we saw was exactly as depicted. It apparently had zero concern for the frenetic human activity in the area.



The doctor was very pleased with the appearance of his handiwork. Good for him. Stitches, he said, will dissolve and all will be well. I should hope so.

Stubborn as a Mule Dachshund

Granted, our experiences with dachshunds are limited. We have been well acquainted with only two of them. They are very affectionate and loving dogs, and thus wonderful pets. They are stubborn beyond belief, and thus...

So long as you ask them to do something they want to do anyway, joy! All is well. But request a simple task which is not on their immediate "to do" list, and you have a no-win situation on your hands.

JJ has been trained to the leash to the point that he must be leashed and walked if he is to "perform." Due to my recent surgery and BBBH not feeling too hot herself, we thought to "ask" the dog to please piddle in the back yard. I don't think so. After standing in the cool of the morning for twenty full minutes and with total refusal on the part of the dog to perform, I leashed the beast, walked forty yards and, you guessed it.

I know, Cesar Millan would give me an eff; but the dog is fine. There are no bad dogs...

Dog 1, Vanilla 0

Successful Surgery

Four days behind me now. Having looked in the mirror once or twice, I have a better appreciation and understanding for the lady who undergoes extensive plastic surgery. I know for sure the reason she chooses to recuperate in a remote spa where she is unknown.

This picture was taken the day of the surgery. It will adequately express my feelings for the whole situation. I have a picture taken after the bandages came off. I will not inflict that upon you. TV crama writers and directors, TV creepality show producers, and TV news producers delight in grossing you out. I have more couth.

The Eyes Have It!

On this very morning I am having the first of two unrelated surgeries on my eyes. This one is eyelid repair, and I have no idea how long it will keep me from the blogosphere. Know, though, that there may be very few, if any posts in the immediate future. I do have a couple in queue which will post at the predesignated times.

What I will miss even more than writing for the blog is reading your blogs. I hate to get behind, for it becomes almost impossible to catch up with everyone.

The second surgery is three weeks down the road. It is a corneal transplant. I have already been advised that recovery, while nearly 100% certain, is not instantaneous. So I suspect that I am going to have to be finding other modes of entertainment for the next several weeks. C'est la vie.

I wish you well, have a wonderful fall season, and hope the snow doesn't fly too early!

Yours for brighter vision, and a brigher future,
Vanilla

Mine eye mourneth by reason of affliction. Psalm 88:9

Fried Green Tomatoes

I had pulled the tomato vines, and last evening Beautiful worked her kitchen magic. She prepared the skillets and the oil, sliced and diced the tomatoes, some sweet onions, and a few mushrooms. The egg-and-cornmeal breading coated these and they went into a skillet. Lovely strips of chicken breast fried in the other pan.

Presently this was all on a platter, and we were at table ready to dig in! I took the biscuits from the oven, and the feast was on. If you should wonder why there is no photo of such a repast, I can only say at such a time "camera" is not one of the things one is thinking about!

Frittering It Away

Catching up with some of the blog pals last evening and while reading "John Deere Mom" I discovered a couple of internet time-sinks I hadn't previously seen. There are so many, many ways to fritter away the time. Unfortunately, some of them are almost addictive. I won't warn you as to which ones. Oh, you probably already have your own monkey-on-the-back websites.

Anyway, one I actually tried is the Montage-a-Google. Go ahead. Try this. Go to the site and enter the name of your blog. See what happens.

Will Cuppy

On this day we commemorate the passing of Hoosier humorist Will Cuppy who died Septermber 19, 1949. Cuppy grew up in and around Auburn, Indiana, and left Hoosierdom as soon as he could, which as it turned out was at the age of 18 when he moved one state over to attend the University of Chicago. It was there that, for all practical purposes, Cuppy became a professional student. After many years in Chicago he moved his act to New York.

Cuppy was a noted writer who parodied everything from nature to historical figures, and the human condition in general. He was meticulous to a fault in his research. The volume The Rise and Fall of Practically Everybody was published poshtumously in 1950. This book fell into my hands and it struck my fancy. I knew just enough history to appreciate the lampooning those old guys and gals got at the hands of this literary genius. I was so taken with it, in fact, that I read some of the "G-rated" excerpts to my sixth grade students, as it paralleled some of the ancient history we were exploring. (History was taught in schools? You've got to be kidding! No, I am not.) Well, I take no responsibility for the warping of any minds with whom I interacted.

History: The Egyptians of the First Dynasty were already civilized in most respects. They had hieroglyphics, metal weapons for killing foreigners, numerous government officials, death, and taxes.

Nature: A few Cobras in your home will soon clear it of Rats and Mice. Of course, you will still have the Cobras.
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William Jacob "Will" Cuppy August 23, 1884 – September 19, 1949 RIP

Borrowed from Bob Warr

This post is on Bob Warr 'n Picket Fences which very few people read. Sometime in night's wee hours I got a strong impression that it should be posted on String Too Short to Tie. Here it is.

Priorities

"I wish that preacher would cut it off. Second Sunday in a row the Methodists have beat us to the Brunch Buffet."
"Looka that, hadda wait seventeen minutes for a table."
"Oh, wow! You shoulda seen that game last night. Double overtime and we didn't get home until midnight. What excitement! And we won!"