The Cellist leaves tomorrow for three weeks of performing and teaching in both North and South America. Know that I will miss her terribly but also know that this introvert is pleased to have three weeks of morning coffee without commentary.

Get a job hippie

In a storm, it is not pouring. No indeed. It is pouring down the rain. Also, Canadian geese are Satan’s chickens.

Scoiattolo@scoiattolo.mountainherder.xyz · last yr.

What are some words that entered your vocabulary via your partner that would have never wise done so? For me it is “el crunchy crunchy” for car accidents and “quenchers” for kitchen tongs.

Went out seeking seafood and found a dive bar instead oh well

At a work thing. Met a nice woman from Canada, to whom I apologized profusely.

Context: my mother is currently in a rehabilitation facility, following an ankle surgery. Her: I met a nice retired navy man here. He asked me if your father and I played cards because he needs another couple for… Pinocchio? Me: 😐 Her: 😀 Me: Pinochle, for God sake.

This whole “leaving the house” thing is overrated.

My wife is practicing Dvorak’s 9th symphony (cello for those of you not in the know) whilst I sing the melody in an obnoxiously loud dynamic, so clearly we were meant to be.

Trying to exist day to day and it’s hard as hell so here, have a pit mix *if you hate dogs based on your misconceptions of a much maligned breed you can fuck right the fuck off

I give zero shits about football. But my late lamented Auntie Bev loved the Kansas City team, so for her? I’m sad. Otherwise, I’m a little tipsy and cuddling a dog so life is good.

@duchessgoldblatt.bsky.social YOU ARE HERE. In the midst of darkness, there is light.

Just trying to post something positive tonight, but there is a dearth of positivity. So I will go with the fact that there is a dog in my lap and a vodka tonic in my glass.

Everything is a lot so have a dog.

UPDATE: The Cellist bought herself a matching hoodie. If you had told a younger me, I would be happily married to someone who matched outfits with our dog, I would have laughed in your face. And yet here we are.

Scotchy McSinglemalt@scotchymcsing.bsky.social · 2y ago

In my half century of life, I have adamantly refused to put clothing on my dogs. I considered it undignified. And then I moved to a cold climate and adopted a pitbull mix. Anyway, here’s Rizzo in his new hoodie.

We do not know his actual birthday, but we know he was a year and a few months when we adopted him on March 10. So we are designating January 10 as his birthday. Happy birthday, house hippo. Please enjoy your Frosty Paws.

Right, so actually, this is turning out to be a pretty good day.

Chris Geidner@chrisgeidner.bsky.social · 2y ago

BREAKING: SCOTUS, ON 5-4 VOTE, WILL NOT STOP TRUMP'S FRIDAY SENTENCING IN NEW YORK COURT.

Anita Bryant has died. Let us remember her as she deserves to be remembered.

Anyone else finding it rather stressful being alive at this point in the apocalypse? Like, we're too far out to just be resignedly grateful we'll be out of our misery soon, but too far in to blissfully ignore the thundering noise of the four horsemen drawing closer. Quite irksome.

I left southern California before the Obama presidency, but I still have so many friends there and I am absolutely appalled and frightened for them. This is unprecedented. My heart aches.

In my half century of life, I have adamantly refused to put clothing on my dogs. I considered it undignified. And then I moved to a cold climate and adopted a pitbull mix. Anyway, here’s Rizzo in his new hoodie.

Day six with no supervision. I may or may not have built a pillow fort.

Scotchy McSinglemalt@scotchymcsing.bsky.social · 2y ago

I am on the third day of isolation after my wife and her mother left the state. I have had a lot of cheese and may be slightly feral. I regret nothing.

Therapist: any resolutions for the new year? Me: I wholeheartedly refuse to set myself up for failure. Therapist:…GOOD!

The beast is currently whimpering because I have refused to arrange my legs on the ottoman in a position favorable to ultimate snuggles so clearly I am a monster.

I am on the third day of isolation after my wife and her mother left the state. I have had a lot of cheese and may be slightly feral. I regret nothing.

Mother-in-law: I’m gonna weigh myself. Me: you…you want to do that after Christmas dinner? MIL: no it’s fine. I went to the bathroom and had good results.

Dude got a Kong from us and a sweater from Grandma. I think he’s happy.

Having now smiled through the fifth time my culinary skills were questioned by my mother-in-law, I have taken to drink.

This is the point in time when I remind myself that I love the cellist’s mother but a week is a long time for any houseguest and also I really enjoy vodka.

My mother-in-law is reading her emails. All of them. Out loud.

Took the cellist to an oral surgeon and the office is awash in dachshunds for some reason.