These are such pretty kittens–and look at ’em go! What must it be like, to have that kind of energy? Well, most of us did have it, once upon a time; but sometimes it’s hard to remember how it felt.
Year: 2024
Byron’s TV Listings, June 1
G’day! Byron the Quokka here, with another weekend of TV that’ll add spice to your life. Yeah, I know we’re late. It’s all Lee’s fault. Well, here are a few samples.
5:15 P.M. Ch. 56 THE REAL McCROCKS–Drama, comedy, etc.
What happens when a tribe of imbeciles tries to move from east West Virginia to Maryland and winds up in California? They all get jobs in the state’s government! Tonight: They mistakenly lock the governor in a little-used broom closet. Grandpappy: Howard K. Smith. Grandmammy: Ginger Allan Poe.
6 P.M. Ch. 18 COLLIDGE BOLE!–Quiz show
Who’s the least incapable student on campus? The least ineffectual professor? Host Joe Collidge has the questions! “What time is it?” “Who’s a pretty boy?” “What did I just say?” The contestants had better have the answers! (Note: Joe does not have the answers–no point asking him.) Sponsored by Eh? Ear Wax Removal.
Ch. 42 TAME YOUR PET KOMODO DRAGON!–Pet care
Donny “Stumpy” Redfish continues his efforts to train his pet Komodo dragon, Sparky. “Still got one whole hand and two fingers on t’other!” he exults. “We’re definitely making progress!” But can the world’s largest living lizard learn how to walk on a leash through a crowded picnic ground?
6:30 P.M. Ch. 06 TARZAN OF THE SLOTHS–Adventure
What would Tarzan have been like, had he been raised by sloths instead of apes? Former NFL reject Shrimpy Watson hangs upside-down from trees all day–when he’s not having very slow adventures! Tonight: the sloths ignore a lost city.
Ch. 16 BROKEN ARROW–Rip-off of classic 1950s Western
They did steal the title, but everything else is original! Series premiere: The last arrow in Bear Butt’s quiver really is broken… and what what happens when he tries, over and over again, to fix it! This is the role that made Gerald Hashimoto famous. Well, sort of famous. Oh, all right–only a tiny bit famous.
Well, folks, does Quokka University deliver quality TV or what?
Byron the Quokka, signing off (I never miss Broken Arrow! They’ll never get that arrow fixed, will they?)
Another Day That Tests Us
“These things are put here to test us,” Agatha Christie’s Superintendent Battle says. Often.
Today, for instance…
Physical therapy first, didn’t dare miss another session. Then up to CVS to buy my anemia pills. It should take about ten minutes to get home from there, but today it took 45. Road construction, accidents, detours, traffic jams–pretty much everywhere you looked.
Next, try to medicate Robbie with pills. That was surely put here to test us. We didn’t pass that one.
Cigar break, then try again. We got some of the medicine into her. Had to crush the pills and put it in water. She resisted strenuously.
We never made it to the store yesterday, so we went out to buy groceries. Had to stop at the bank to pick up some cash. Bank is closed. But–! The drive-up window is open. So we put our check into the cylinder and pressed “Send.” Whoosh, there it goes. But we didn’t get our money. Nobody in the bank but a cleaning woman with her feather duster. She wasn’t about to give us any money.
Question! Why was that drive-up window left open? Who ever heard of such a thing? “Sure, we’ll take your check–but we won’t give you any money!” That was a first; we’ve never run into it before.
At this point, having spectacularly failed the tests, we gave up and went back home.
Lord, give us strength and sanity. We’re running short of both.
‘Journalism: A Travesty (Part 2)’ (2019)
I think the corruption set in when they stopped calling ’em “reporters” and replaced that with “journalists,” which sounds ever so much more professional! Lends a note of credibility, don’t you think?
It’s not so hard to be a reporter. You certainly do NOT need a degree in “Journalism.” High school kids and middle-aged housewives–quite a few of them turned out to be wonderful reporters. I ought to know: I trained them, even as I was trained. You learn about newspapers by working for a newspaper.
You do need common sense, a lively curiosity, and a determination to get at the truth–especially when your radar tells you that your source is lying.
But you don’t need any of those to be a Democrat Party water-carrier.
For that you need “Journalism” school.
Robbie Today
By the time we got her home yesterday, this poor cat was just about beside herself; and I can’t blame her. For the rest of the day and night, she mostly hid out in the bedroom, emerging only to drink or use the litter box.
We’ve been given assorted pills with which to medicate her. She does not want pills. She resists strenuously. We don’t have the skill for this. So we’ll have to find a way.
All that standing around, waiting for the cab, yesterday, did a number on my legs. Physical therapy later this morning.
Did I ever think that growing old was easy?
Anyone can do it, but it isn’t easy.
‘What a Friend We Have in Jesus’
We need God’s grace; and Our Lord Jesus Christ is God’s grace in His person.
Yesterday was horrendous. We’re feeling sort of drained. Take it to God in prayer! Our Lord will share our burdens.
Lots of prayer today.
6 Cats… 1 Fly
Six cats in one room, all trying to catch one fly–and they couldn’t do it? Sheesh, our cat Buster could have done it by himself. And one chameleon could’ve, too. How many of these cats would it take to unscrew a light bulb?
It’s Not As Bad As I Feared
Well, the doctor just called about my blood work–and it’s nowhere near as bad as I expected.
I do have anemia, but I can take iron supplements for that. I had the same problem when I was 12 years old or so, and back then I took iron pills and in a year or two, the anemia was gone and I grew muscles.
(Look at that–3:00 already. Sheesh.)
I will take a break now, do some cuddling with our poor cat. Tomorrow is physical therapy, which I need and dassn’t miss a day. Meanwhile I’ll try to get things back to normal here.
Thank you all for your prayers. I need ’em.
It Ain’t Over Yet
It took us over two hours to get Robbie home. Everything at that hospital takes two hours.
And now I’m sitting here waiting for my doctor to call with blood work results and other swell news. I don’t expect it to be good. That would be my blood work, not Robbie’s. I don’t know how much more of this I can stand.
How am I supposed to finish writing my book with all this going on? Suddenly I don’t feel like I can write anything at all.
Maybe I’ll come back after I hear from the doctor.
My Brain Is Boiling Over
Only just now we got a heads-up from the veterinary hospital, saying we can bring Robbie home today… along with four more medications. Well, it’s better than having to leave her there. We want our baby.
Meanwhile… nooze… hmm, let’s see, whattawe got here?
Biden makes the sign of the cross at an abortion rally (https://www.washingtontimes.com/news/2024/may/12/bishops-upbraid-biden-crossing-himself-abortion-ra/). What do you want to bet he does it again for Perverted “Pride” Month?
(O Lord our God, these things are done against our will, without our consent, and in spite of our objections. Please remember that when you judge this backsliding nation!)
Gotta get to the supermarket today, I have a book to write (ha, ha, ha), Joe Collidge is out there dancing in the streets over the Trump guilty verdict in the kangaroo courtroom–
But mostly we want our cat. Corrupt courts and politicians come and go, talking of Michelangelo–but your cat that you’ve had for 18 years is more important.
By 6:00 this evening I’ll be ready for the rubber room. I’ll be amazed if our supper is ready.