...that back a year or two ago, when I was busy, I would think to myself that I couldn't get any busier.
Now I know better.
Which is why it's been nearly two months since I've not blogged. When I gave up doing this, I always figured I'd still hang around in the shadows and post pithiness and junk, just much less regularly. But great gravy! I never thought I'd actually not have the wherewithal to sit down and say something.
But it's true.
The work load here at the ol' salt mine grew exponentially after the early retirement of my boss and my coworker, so before when I was doing my work and half of someone else's, now I'm doing that, and everything else, too.
Luckily, no one has seen fit to pay me more, or else I'd probably go and get all high-n-mighty and stuff and think I was important. (Insert image of small, sad, large-eyed child holding a puppy and crying, while tiny violins play in the background.)
Anyway, life continues around here. Or not, as the case may be. Back in January we lost poor Lighting, the World's Most Expensive Free Kitten. He'd grown up into a beautiful tom, but some sort of respiratory ailment overtook him suddenly, and he died coughing up blood one cold night back in January. He'd been sick the week before, we took him to the vet, they gave him fluids and a blood test that told us nothing, sent him home feeling slightly better, and then he expired with great drama. And I'm still trying to pay off the $300 vet bill.
We buried him out in the yard, under Ashley's tree, close to where Patches puts down his old filthy sheets and sleeps in the sun. It's sorta like they still pal around, in a way.
And yes, Patches is still hale and hearty and full of vitality, and his desire to hump the air at the slightest provocation continues unabated.
Let's see--in other news, we found out Middle Girl has celiac disease, which has been a bummer for everyone because everyone loves crackers and pasta and white bread and we're trying to get rid of all that now. But there is rice, and potatoes, so maybe the desire for salty, fatty, starchy food can be sated other ways than by yummy wheaten products.
Tiny Terror? She's FOURTEEN years old now! How can this be?!
Boy? He's 16, and can drive, but doesn't bug us about it, which is nice, seeing as how I can't afford ANYone to have ANY wrecks right now.
Oldest? Got herself another beau, and one who actually seems mentally stable. That's a good thing, I think.
Miss Reba? She's real pretty, and I still love her very much. She occasionally reciprocates this feeling. And on occasion, she will allow that she thinks I am real pretty, too. Which makes me feel good, until I wonder what else she lies so shamelessly about!
Now then, now that you're slightly caught up, I'm going home now. (The ol' Volvo says hey, by the way.)
OH--almost forgot--got a call one night from my big sis down in Mobile. "Hey, do you know anything about something called 'Possumblog'?" I had to confess I'd never heard of it, and that it was surely some other Terry Oglesby.
I don't think she believed me...
Posted by Terry Oglesby at March 11, 2011 06:18 PMSo there is life and not a state of permanent hibernation here at Ye Olde Possomblog. Sorry to hear both about Lightning & the celiac disease, I recommend a large helping of deep fried Cornatee's & a new kitty. Hope this helps, some.
Posted by: Tony von Krag at March 12, 2011 01:48 PMWell, the local markets sell gluten-free flour and pasta even in this burg.
What has Ashley chosen to do in school?
Posted by: Janis Gore at March 12, 2011 10:54 PMWell, Tony, as soon as it's warmer, we'll be shopping around for a replacement kitty. Hopefully one that's a bit more amenable to being petted--that was Lightning's main problem. As for the Cornatees, they are made with all natural cornbread batter, so they are certified gluten-free!
And Miss Janis, we have been able to cope so far, the biggest thing being able to find actual loaf bread for sammiches and such. Actually found some at the Winn-Dixie down the street, in the health care aisle with all the diabetic stuff. Why they can't put it in with the regular bread aisle is something of a mystery. As for Oldest, she's at UAB now, and doing okay. She's looking into public relations now instead of journalism.
Posted by: Terry Oglesby at March 14, 2011 06:48 AMWhoa, Nelly! Is this a blogpost I see before me? Impossible, as himself no longer does bloggy things, unlike the rest of...
Uhhhh, say, isn't that an Auburn Thingummy over there?
Posted by: skinnydan at March 27, 2011 11:27 AMNo, it's only a Potemkin blogpost, just to make it all look active and alive around here. And it's not a Thingummy, it's a live oak.
Posted by: Terry Oglesby at March 27, 2011 09:23 PM