The Audacity

Sumo had the audacity to regurgitate undigested kibble IN, not on MY bed! On my freshly laundered white cotton sheets, at exactly 2 am this morning, without giving me the slightest of warning.

Loverboy Valentino, aka Pretty Kitty always announces in the weirdest of high pitched, complaining sounds the imminent inevitability of those waves of convulsions that will lead to his regurgitating the contents of his stomach. Such often self-induced by eating my decorative grasses, no doubt a form of self-help. Those dramatic announcements of his have given me the chance to quickly pick him up and carry him to the bathroom to do his thing where cleaning up is a cinch, to the point where this pretty smart kitty would head to the bathroom out of his own accord.

Kitty had a problem with throwing up for a number of years. Only much later was I able to connect the dots to vagrants hanging out in a basement of a vacant property next door. The new owner discovered an unwelcome surprise of a huge amount of disgusting litter that filled his basement. It attracted all the neigborhood cats, no doubt, including mine. I have to confess that even though my bedroom window looks right down on that area, I had never noticed any activity in that home during all those years it was on the market for sale. Yep, this was historically the home of the train master. When it was put on the market it sold the first day for more than the asking price of $350,000, but the new owners run into foundation problems and doubled the price when they put it back up for sale so it sat there empty for I believe 7 years.

Back to Sumo, how is it that this dog can do his business, meaning throwing up or peeing right next to me without my noticing? I must say in our now almost decade of living together he has done so only 4 times. I also like to say that there was a time my pets were not allowed on my bed, much less in my bed. But Sumo in particular it seems to me has maybe a genetic disposition for wanting to curl up under the covers next to his person. While kitty would like nothing better than to curl up with Sumo, nope, I am the focus of this rascal. Same with Isabella, she used to press herself into a small corner of her bed to invite him over and share, but Sumo refused adamantly in the first few years. He would choose the sofa if I would have let him to spend the night alone if not invited to my side. And behold, this tiny guy takes up space preferably right across the middle of my bed. 

So while Isabella used to have the good sense of getting up and wanting to go out to do her business until she got older and of late seems no longer motivated to make such exertions. Thankfully her stomach seems to have settled in a good and healthy routine, now that she no longer is given a chance to ingest raw bones that lacerate her innards and have me in a panic when I would discover her bloody stool. 

I was pissed this morning at 2 am when I had to get up and rinse the sheets out and place them in the washer, to then dig for new sheets to make my bed again from scratch. Anger denotes commonly a lack of understanding and truly I don’t get why a dog would soil his (our) bed? Sumo is fine, he is not sick, but was happy to eat his meal, sardines with pumpkin puree to sooth his intestines, around noon. Yep, having pets can be messy. I get upset more often than I should. My stresses and anxieties do not foster the calm and kindness at all times that I would wish for in my relationships with my furry companions. Always I feel a level of guilt that I could or should be doing better. What I do know though is that I do attempt to relate to each one for real, and not make them into an extension of myself, into babies or kids I never had, or toys to be paraded about. We relate and we do have an understanding of sorts.


Wähe is what we ate in Switzerland on Fridays when Catholics would not be allowed to eat meat. Wähe would be offered in bakeries by the slice in varieties made most often with apples, apricots, plums or berries, but were also made from onions or cheese alone. Friday lunches consisted for us usually of a choice of two pieces of Wähe per person served with coffee. Wähe and Birchermuesli are by far my favorite Swiss-style delicatessen, Fondü does not even come close.

In an attempt to clean up my diet and get a hold of a recent flare-up of inflammation, I have resisted the temptations of sweets and bread but resorted to baking myself almost daily now apple tarts, a nice ritual first thing in the morning. Yeah, it may be better to abstain from flour in regards to the calming of inflammation, but I can do only so much at any given time. I abstained from coffee and buying sweets for the last 3 weeks, mostly. Meanwhile, I drink a whole lot more, probably still not enough, but hey, one step at a time.

So, I prepare a crust from organic spelt flour with a bit of wheatgerm and flaxseeds mixed in mainly for texture. (I am afraid the benefits of those ingredients are no longer great after having been baked.) With a mix of purified water, sesame oil and Braggs I make a simple dough, cover the pan and place it in the oven that got pre-heated to 425 degrees. Next, I break one, maybe two eggs, add a dash of cayenne, maybe a dash of sugar, depending on the quality of the topping, the juice of one small lemon (clementines or oranges make for welcome variations) and then add one or two grated apples. Then I may add one or two cut-up dates or a few currants and if available cranberries. (I keep some in the freezer all year, grab a handful here and there as needed. They are great in soups too.) This mixture gets to fill the pan and to bake for another maybe 20 minutes. Plenty time to prepare a cup of coffee, or of late my ginger-brew, and check on my social media sites.
My pups get to enjoy pieces of the crust after I savored my treat. I figure a bit of flour and oil with no sugar or salt is better for them at any time than the usual commercial dog treats. They seem to agree, considering their enthusiasm. 

Wishing all a peaceful and nourishing day this Sunday morning.

Happy Valentine's Day & Night!

Pretty Kitty was our Valentine's Surprise 9 years ago, hence his name Valentino.

Valentino is our sneaky snuggle-buddy.
He will bide his time until unawares he will sneak up for cuddles.
Sadly, Sumo is not too keen to snuggle and cuddle - with a cat, afterall, he is a dog.

For everyone else though we wish you a day and night filled with snuggles and cuddles and as much sex as you could possibly want.

Happy Valentine's Day & Night!


SCROTUS, our "So-Called Ruler of the United States" behaves not normal, he ought to be evaluated psychiatrically. American citizens deserve a competent leader in charge of all faculties. We are not talking about normal as in conventional, we are concerned about normal as grounded in consensual reality. We are concerned about serious and disabling, not to say embarrassing personality disorders. This puerile "twitterer-in-chief" lies through his teeth be that about the size of his adoring crowd or the amount of opposition to the Dakota Access Pipe Line (DAPL.) This illegitimate "ruler" has the temerity to claim he got no phone calls of opposition while he shut down the White House phone lines, while, in plain sight on twitter, his favorite playground, the world is up in arms against more governmental abuse of Native Americans by for-profit corporations all too willing to risk environmental damage.

Most Republicans shut down their phone lines due to a deluge of calls from concerned citizens that are outraged at confirmation hearings of not properly vetted, unqualified candidates seemingly chosen only for their monetary contributions and their expressed disdain for the institutions they are supposed to head. Shame on all Democratic Senator that gave their consent to any of those outrageously unqualified candidates. None should have been acceptable, not one of them.

The bully lives in a fact-free world where he seems to base his opinions on the consumption of faux news intent on spreading conspiracy theories. If only it were all a joke, we could wake up laughing, but alas, the man is very dangerous and should alarm us all. John Oliver has come up with an answer that is real, yet soaked in much needed comic relief, please watch to the very end. 

Beyoncé - Orisha Oshun

Having had nothing better to do last night I watched the Grammys for the first time ever. There were only a few celebrities that I was familiar with. With 9 nominations, Beyoncé was the most nominated female artist last night. Yes, I have been impressed with Beyoncé before, not so much by her singing, but her personality, her seeming kindness, coupled with daring. Her absolutely owning the power and the beauty of her own body. Beyoncé in her first public appearance since pregnant with twins stunned with her epic celebration of motherhood, fertility and female power through the generations as she embodied the Yoruba Orisha Oshun. Check out Beyoncé's site yourself for more stunning photos of her from yesterday's spectacle at the Grammys.

Motherhood is an especially powerful theme when taken under water. While on Beyoncé's site I discovered these most amazing, stunningly beautiful photos of herself, posted only earlier this month. Beyoncé's images are of a purity that allows us to celebrate the female powers of sensuality and elevates us women all throughout the ages.


Twitteler by George Takei is almost as good as twitterer-in-chief by Bernie. 

But then there is SCROTUS, The "So-Called Ruler of the United States."

Since SCROTUS claimed to not have heard of opposition to #DAPL, the Dacota Access Pipe Line, and the White House has not been taking phone calls, you might try and reach the commander via these numbers:

WHITE HOUSE SWITCH BOARD: (202) 456-1414 or (202) 456-1111

MAR A LAGO: 561 832 2600

TRUMP GRILL: 212-836-3249  Open daily from 11:30am-4pm

TRUMP CAFÉ: 212-715-6788 Open daily from 8am-5pm

TRUMP BAR: 212-836-3200 Open daily from 12pm-10pm

TRUMP EVENTS: 212-715-7290

Alternatively: Sierra Club stands with #StandingRock. Join us & snap a pic or video of yourself calling @POTUS at 1-888-201-9377 telling him #NoDAPL

Besides phone calls, postcards work and get through faster than letters:
The White House
1600 Pennsylvania Avenue NW
Washington, DC 20500

Contact the Republican Administration often and let then know what you think and where you stand. #Resist 

Rob's Handle

My next door neighbor Rob got a handle on most everything.
I mean the guy is a genius in figuring things out, any kind of thing.
Things like how to prevent my curtain rod from crashing down on me.
Things like fixing leaks and keeping his renters happy.
And yes he got handles of all kinds in the oddest of places.