Fishy Fish
Well, we now have two working toilets and both bathtubs have been fully extracted for their intended use. And, I've found clean underwear!
The number of unpacked boxes has been reduced to about half their peak and we are still anxiously awaiting the discovery of certain necessities. I'm certain they are in one of the unopened boxes either here or on the mountain or at the bottom of the Cary city dump.
At long last the kitchen is functional. The new tile countertops are in place. The microwave can be operated without the assistance of an extension cord. The new gas range is installed and that pesky little gas leak found and repaired. And, as of midnight last night, the sink, dishwasher and disposal are all fully operational.
I did have to make a Walmart run about 10:00 last evening for a plumbing part and that's where I found Fishy Fish.
I had, you see, promised Suzy Q a pet goldfish for Christmas but, alas, you apparently cannot buy a goldfish in Alleghany County. You can acquire all the live rainbow trout you want down at the Happy Valley Trout Farm but a goldfish is an entirely different matter.
So, I brought the fish bowl back to Cary and waited until just the right goldfish came along. And, there s/he was in the tank at Walmart. With a dark golden top and a pure white bottom, Fishy Fish stood out from the hundreds of other goldfish there in the tank. After a good ten minutes of effort, our 28-cent Fishy Fish was finally netted and bagged for the journey home. (Walmart ain't always the low price leader, folks. Fishy Fish would have cost only 24 cents at Petsmart.)
Suzy Q has grown considerably since I last wrote about her. Turns out that she is mostly a Maine Coon cat and, as of this writing, has already been in heat three times. She has an appointment with the surgeon at the Twin Oaks Animal Hospital on January 23 whereupon she will become an it. Hmmm. Wonder if they also do cat abortions?
Anyhow, Suzy Q loves her new pet. The optics of the tank are giving her fits, however. Between the curves on the surface and three different refractive indexes (air, glass and water) that #@*&% fish just isn't where it should be! And, the greatest mystery of all is that she can reach completely behind the #@*&% fish on the other side of the bowl and it's still not there. "My eyes are here on this side of the fish. There's my paw on the other side of the fish. What gives?"
And, the lady at the Walmart checkout thought I was going to feed the fish to Suzy Q as a snack. Oh, nooooo, I explained. Nothing that sinister. We're going to use Fishy Fish to drive the cat nuts for our entertainment.
Cheap thrills.
The number of unpacked boxes has been reduced to about half their peak and we are still anxiously awaiting the discovery of certain necessities. I'm certain they are in one of the unopened boxes either here or on the mountain or at the bottom of the Cary city dump.
At long last the kitchen is functional. The new tile countertops are in place. The microwave can be operated without the assistance of an extension cord. The new gas range is installed and that pesky little gas leak found and repaired. And, as of midnight last night, the sink, dishwasher and disposal are all fully operational.
I did have to make a Walmart run about 10:00 last evening for a plumbing part and that's where I found Fishy Fish.
I had, you see, promised Suzy Q a pet goldfish for Christmas but, alas, you apparently cannot buy a goldfish in Alleghany County. You can acquire all the live rainbow trout you want down at the Happy Valley Trout Farm but a goldfish is an entirely different matter.
So, I brought the fish bowl back to Cary and waited until just the right goldfish came along. And, there s/he was in the tank at Walmart. With a dark golden top and a pure white bottom, Fishy Fish stood out from the hundreds of other goldfish there in the tank. After a good ten minutes of effort, our 28-cent Fishy Fish was finally netted and bagged for the journey home. (Walmart ain't always the low price leader, folks. Fishy Fish would have cost only 24 cents at Petsmart.)
Suzy Q has grown considerably since I last wrote about her. Turns out that she is mostly a Maine Coon cat and, as of this writing, has already been in heat three times. She has an appointment with the surgeon at the Twin Oaks Animal Hospital on January 23 whereupon she will become an it. Hmmm. Wonder if they also do cat abortions?
Anyhow, Suzy Q loves her new pet. The optics of the tank are giving her fits, however. Between the curves on the surface and three different refractive indexes (air, glass and water) that #@*&% fish just isn't where it should be! And, the greatest mystery of all is that she can reach completely behind the #@*&% fish on the other side of the bowl and it's still not there. "My eyes are here on this side of the fish. There's my paw on the other side of the fish. What gives?"
And, the lady at the Walmart checkout thought I was going to feed the fish to Suzy Q as a snack. Oh, nooooo, I explained. Nothing that sinister. We're going to use Fishy Fish to drive the cat nuts for our entertainment.
Cheap thrills.
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