As the Litter Box Turns So Do the Days of Our Lives

 

A "pure bread' dog. Sorry. Had to. I found this beautiful photo on Facebook. I loved it and had to post it here. 

Yes, it's been one of those kinds of weekends. Today is Sunday, unfortunately. Sundays are nice and all, but I feel the doom and gloom of the work week taking over our lives once again. Don't get me wrong. I feel blessed to have a job and blessed to have a life, actually. But Sundays mean Mondays are right there, stalking us. Waiting for us to sleep so the dreaded day can take over. 

Our sump pump clicked on and off all night. Rain poured into the basement trench around the edges of the floor. Flowed like a river. The poor pump is small, but it tried to keep up. Problem was the pump was pushing the water into the back wall area where there is a dirt bottom. Most of the drained water came right back out through gaps in the cement bricks and added to the two-inch high water already flowing into the pump. It was a vicious cycle and one without end. I heard the poor pump sigh and shut down around 10:00 this morning, after running constantly all night long. 

Our ghostly roommate, Harry, must have been swimming all night. I actually envision him with a bucket, bailing water to stay afloat. It was not only getting deep but penetrating some of the items we had stored down there. I had to move a couple of things over to keep them dry. First world problems though, right? It's not as though we were gasping for our last breath as we were drowning or anything. I am blessed to have a sump pump that took care of the mess. The shock value was there however, when I went downstairs to see what the noise was last night. Did not expect to see water creating a river flowing around the edges of the room. Now I know. 

Do any of you have cats? We are having a horrible time trying to find a cat litter that works well. We were using Scoop Away from Costco. Terry was buying a four-bag box for fairly cheap. But the real prize came in how it worked. We are having no luck in being able to purchase Scoop Away from Costco any longer. An employee told us a few weeks ago that they get it in, but it disappears faster than the new shipments of it come in. What are people doing with shit dust? What is happening? It's like the toilet paper shortage during COVID but now it's cat poop box powder. Unbelievable. Any suggestions for a good litter? Or possibly where to find Scoop Away? I'm willing to meet someone in a dark alley somewhere or sneak it across state lines if need be. Are there cat litter dealers? 

Other than our cat crap box issues, we really have nothing going today. It's cold. It's raining and nasty outside. That's about it. Today is the day to cuddle up, drink hot tea and binge watch something. As long as the basement's water line doesn't rise up to this floor, we're all good. I would hate to have to chase our pets or our TV down the alley as the flooding water carries them off. Not a good scenario. Although then I guess it would clean out the cat box, so we wouldn't have to worry about cat poop powder any longer. An instant flushing toilet. Problem averted. 

I am literally sitting here, in the office, staring at my hands. Such an exciting life we lead. Besides cleaning the laundry room and kitchen, all is quiet on the home front. Well, I guess I do have the living room to clean too. I forgot that excitement. I washed little Jasper's smelly bed too. That sent me over the moon with happiness and excitement. How do Terry and I live such an exciting life? It amazes me. I guess I could start putting the bookshelf together as I have said for the past two months. Nah. It's almost dinner time and that will take the energy for today. Where is that get up and go energy we used to have? 

 Meanwhile, my daughter is in a boring place, widely known as Italy. Seeing another country or two, drinking wine, visiting Florence, Vatican City, Rome. Finding old books stores, drinking more wine, walking around Italian towns, checking out the beautiful architecture. 😏😒Nah. I'd rather stay at home and worry about where to find dust for our cats to shit on. Or Kit could just make toys out of his again, like he did several posts ago. It would alleviate the problem now, wouldn't it? 

This. This is what my daughter is seeing. This is what I'm seeing:

Ah, life is good, isn't it?  And this is when it first started. Now the entire basement floor is covered. 

While I do joke, my sweet man and I do have a good life. We are happy and we share many laughs. I'm always intrigued by how we can find things to laugh at. Most of our humor comes from laughing at each other and ourselves and that's perfect. So much fun and joy come from laughing at yourself. I can always find something to giggle about every day, being the klutz and goof that I tend to be. Not on purpose, of course. But here I am and my husband married this hot mess. 

Whether it's walking into the living room and finding my dog on his back on the couch, with his milk jugs at either side of him, legs spread wide open for the world to see everything he owns or tripping over the bookshelf I tell myself we are going to put together every weekend, there is always something to laugh at. It just depends on your perception of the world. I have found that giggling about it and then sharing it with my like-minded husband is all the better. There seems to be that connection, one that I am very thankful for, that's for sure. We enjoy the same things and that makes a huge difference. 

He spends some alone time just relaxing and being him and I do the same. That's why I think we work. When together, we blend. We have a special bond that is difficult to find. But we also enjoy our alone time too. I love that he is happy sitting outside, enjoying a cigar and reading his books. He finds peace and happiness in reading. Don't get me wrong, as he does tell me he would rather talk to me than read but I leave him to enjoy what makes him happy. I believe that some alone time is also good. That feeling of missing the person you love "makes the heart grow fonder," as the saying goes. It can sometimes create an even tighter bond and make the time together even more valuable. Taking that precious time you can spend together for granted comes too easily for most of us.  

I will leave this post with this thought: 

Until our next post, take care of yourself. Take some time this week to look around you and enjoy your surroundings. The fall colors, a tree in full autumn attire, people in your neighborhood. Enjoy the moment. Enjoy yourself. Enjoy those around you. Enjoy life.