Category: Glenda

Caturday In The Dark

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Dawn

Caturday in the dark
No sun, its warmth short in supply
Caturday in the dark
We were longing for some heat like July
Kitties freezing, we were sneezing
Jake was feeling all right
Romping in the cold

Cloudy and dark all day

Spunk was so warm and comfy, he didn’t change positions after I changed his calming collar. Genda watched from behind.

Gwendolyn and Loki

Glenda upstairs. Gwendolyn downstairs. Loki in the middle.

Silver and Spunk socked in by the weather

At sunset, we got some color despite the cloud cover.

Bowled Over

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6º F @ 6:00 AM

What once was a staple, got bowled over by Staples and Strings. Thai’d, nailed, clipped and financed into other uses.

Intermission: cute cat photo — Spunk and Glenda

Coronado Center, a large split-level mall, was all the rage for many years. The mall was open from 9 a.m. to 9 p.m. Monday through Thursday, with many stores and activity-oriented businesses being open from 9 a.m. to 11 p.m. on Friday and Saturday. It was open from 12 p.m. to 6 p.m. on Sundays. After the long COVID lockdowns and restrictions, plus so much gang and criminal activity in Albuquerque, most stores now close at 8 p.m. or 9 p.m., and stores that used to stay open 24 hours close at 8 p.m. Many restaurants that were open 24 hours close at 11:00 p.m. It’s a sad commentary on the state of business in Albuquerque.

One business that has thrived through thick and thin, with not a lot of changes, is the McDonald’s at the corner of San Pedro and Menaul. It’s been there for as long as I can remember.

Twenty Twenty-Five

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Marble peeking out to see if Twenty Twenty-five looks safe!

Jeez, you all! Twenty Twenty-five kinda looks the same as 2024!

Belafonte danced in celebration of Twenty-Twenty-five.

Silver: Twenty-twenty-five? I think I feel that way in kitty age!

Glenda: I thought it was Twenty Twenty-five & Six Two Four or something like that?

Jack Sparrow had something to say about Twenty Twenty-five, but he forgot what it was.

Spunk: It’s Twenty Twenty-five, and what do we all get? Another year older and a whole lot of crap!

Marble: Twenty Twenty-five seems sorta safe now that the poor old, pathetic, poopy patrol paparazzo and the other bipeds have eaten their black-eyed peas!

Jake: Twenty Twenty-five? Does that mean more T&A*?

*Treats & Attention.

Have Wheelbarrow, Will Shovel!

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Siver, Glenda and Loki

I be’d my own one-man long-haired redneck road crew this morning, and filled up all the potholes in the road that had developed from the little rain and snow we’ve got in November, and the freezing every night and thawing every day. I scraped ten wheelbarrow loads of base course and gravel off the edges of the road to fill in the potholes, and then dumped another 30 or so wheelbarrows of sand I dug out of the ditch bank to fill the areas that had sunk over the culvert. I walked three miles pushing that wheelbarrow back and forth for two hours.