Hey, what's up?

Hey, what's going on? They finally came and took that tree out, just in time. I got a 5 day migraine that did me in and we got one hell of a storm. It was scary, the wind blew so hard my metal lawn chairs were going down the icy street and I had to chase them. I brought my gross garbage cans into the house and even cement stuff wasn't safe. It took one of my heavy bird baths and tossed it. It broke and so did a lot of other lawn ornaments. Oh, well. That's Iowa Winter. That cold is scary too. It's finally over and things are cleaned up and back to normal. I took that photo from my back deck. Now, with that tree taken care of, there will be a little sun near the deck for planting. I like shade plants, but, I really didn't want the whole back yard in shade plants. I'm so glad they got it down before the storm or I probably would have lost the whole back of my house.

$20 bucks for that 'as seen on tv' toy. Chi Chi killed it in 5 minutes, then he was bored and just sat there letting the feather slap him in the face. That's his 'I am bored' face. He turned out to be a pretty cat, didn't he? He's a very nice, sweet cat, but, he's odd. He likes sleeping on a plastic bag. I'm going to try and make him a bed or rug of the bags because he loves them so much. He sniffs them and purrs on them and snoozes on one I leave by the sofa for him. It's weird that he's sort of obsessed with them though, isn't it?

I know I haven't been on here in awhile and I apologize. I just felt like shit for a week and also had to get some shit worked out around Guntown. Some shit went down, no one was hurt, but, things had to be done and said. I told you about that crack house, but, that was a tip of a bigger iceburg, so I went to the people who could clean this shit up and I am not talking about just that house. Lissa got up in the middle of the night last week and said, 'Grandma, wtf? Why is our house full of Hell's Angels'. I said, 'What? I know people.'  I told her later that yeah, they wear patches, but, they aren't Angels. Close, but, no cigar, kid. Anyhow, when the pups go astray, you have to call in the Big Dogs. When people get careless around here, you have to reign things in. I should not have to worry about meth explosions and kid fuckers. So, there will be several houses available for rent now. It's fucking done and yeah, grandma knows people. Sometimes, most of the time actually, for me, the protection I need comes from sources best not talked about. I know who I trust and it aint the cops. Guntown needed a good cleaning. It's about other people's protection too. I don't know every detail. I realized a long time ago, that you only need to know the things you need to know. Things will get better around here.

Indie's favorite spot, the front window. Or the dyer, he loves the dryer. Oh! I forgot to tell you, I found a great home for Marvin Gaye and he's very loved and happy. Now, I can work on taming down his brother, Morris Day. Two cats are enough for me, but, I'm up for helping some more temporarily. The peeing and spraying has stopped. It's a good thing. But, I noticed the other day that one of them peed on my purse. That's nasty and I didn't notice it until I was at the store. I hope no one else smelled it, but, they probably did. How embarrassing.

My two cause enough trouble, but, with Marvin Gaye gone, at least I am piss free. I don't know why I optimistically put things in the windows, when I know they'll fuck them up. But, I do. They're home wreckers who leave hair all over everything. Sometimes they entertain me though. How are you guys doing?