Happy, happy, joy, joy!

This post is about John Kricfalusi and the "happy happy joy joy" song from the "Ren & Stimpy" show. I sing it because my teen aged daughter is looking for a place to live. It is possible I may get my life back soon, if she succeeds in moving out. I will help her. Oh yes, I will gladly help her!

I love her but we are going in opposite directions. She and I do not make good house mates. Yahoo! off she goes! I will miss her but that will feel good. I will be so happy to see her when she comes to visit! That will feel good.

John has an excellent blog. I knew I loved Ren and Stimpy from the first time I saw the cartoon and literally ROFLOL'd. Partly because I was living with a neurotic chihuahua, who peed inside my stereo cabinet and bit me when I tried to save him from being eaten by large ferocious Real Dog.

(more about FrogHopper)

Sleeping with my clothes on

In order to remain sane. I have taken on PJs. Not my preferred flimsy gowns or diaphanous negligees, but substantial cotton lounging pants and sport weight T shirts. There are two reasons.

One: The dog often needs to get walked between 12-1 AM, when I am in my deepest sleep. It seems I am capable of rolling out of bed, creeping downstairs, and exploding out the front door with the dog in tow, or the dog towing me.

But only if I am already dressed and ready for public viewing.

Two: my daughter's boyfriend is sleeping over most nights and I should not be sprawled on the bed with my door open...which is my usual sleeping scenario.

Now I sprawl with a light cover, and fall into bed as if I were camping. Only time I used to sleep in my clothes was camping, enabling me to crawl out of the tent and stumble through the dark to the designated tree or nearby loo.

Going to the frogs

Slipped out of a hammock yesterday; just a graceless plop, but reminiscent of the graceless dismounts I executed when learning to ski, and reaching the end of the T lift, in Vermont. The hammock was up Calaveras county way, near Big Trees and Murphys' Shakespeare at the local winery, where they pour really full plastic cups of their wonderful Cab. But the bouquet was slightly spoiled by the fumes of bug spray that necessarily save the evening from turning into a feeding frenzy for the bugs.

Shared the lake swimming with ducks, all females for some reason. The water was warm at the surface but cold if you dropped your feet down, and filled with grass that got tangled in your toes. Very clear and clean but still, showered thoroughly after swimming around for an hour or so. So quiet and peaceful, we paddled out past the platforms and toward the far end where no one else hung out. Lake swimming, have not done that since the late 70's.

We drove up early in the morning so practically flew past highways that are often clogged with Bay Area traffic. Driving home today was not so pleasurable. Plus, had to face the end of the weekend. Plus, seemed like someone had a wild party at my townhouse while I was gone.

Whatever. I was having a wild time working on a laser cut limited edition wood jigsaw puzzle and gazing at the starry sky between the tall trees. Little brown bats buzzed us. Who knew I should not have slept well at all last night. Time for my princess to move it on out. I'm not happy living with her anymore. I am only happy when I'm away.