Summer Is Over; Now Is the Autumn of Our Discontent

My breakfast burritos for lunch were made with my own garden tomatoes and bell peppers.
My breakfast burritos for lunch were made with my own garden tomatoes and bell peppers.
Herbert and I spent some of today cleaning the carpets.
Herbert and I spent some of today cleaning the carpets.

With Abby still recovering from an illness and wanting to rest, I turned to housekeeping chores to keep me occupied. Normally I am a “keep it clean” person rather than a “get it clean over and over” person, but I work full time, and we have two stubborn Chihuahuas in the house. Summer, the young one, is particularly found of shredding anything, including the plastic lids from Abby’s applesauce.

Today I vacuumed, then shampooed the carpet in the office, where the Chihuahuas sneak and poo when it’s wet or stormy outside. I also moved a few items around, then scrubbed on the floor some. Hands-and-knees scrubbing gets the floor cleaner than mopping, and, oddly, doesn’t hurt my back like mopping does.

You might be surprised at the level of mess tiny dogs can create.
You might be surprised at the level of mess tiny dogs can create.

In grimmer news, The Oklahoman, who laid off two of my friends last year, was bought by Gatehouse Media, regarded as one of the worst entities in newspaper, and immediately laid off 37 people. My newspaper and I are hoping Gatehouse, which at least one social medianite called “Hatehouse” today, isn’t interested in us.

A former boss, who we regard as one of the best, turned in her resignation this week. She penned a letter expressing dismay and frustration, but not regret.

I hate to think of not being a part of my newspaper after all these years, and I hate even more to think of the world without real news entities, but if it happens, I’ll land on my feet, though maybe not as a photographer. I know Abby will support me whatever happens.

Our sports editor and I participated in another cornhole tournament this week, at the Ada Elks Lodge. We didn't play well, but we had fun.
Our sports editor and I participated in another cornhole tournament this week, at the Ada Elks Lodge. We didn’t play well, but we had fun.
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3 Comments

  1. I empathize with you on the cleaning observation: scrubbing on hands-and-knees doesn’t make anything hurt, but sweeping and mopping are hard on my back. My theory is that the handles are too short — manufactured with the shorter sex in mind.

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  2. I can sympathize with the dog messes. Totally. We have four, one of whom is my Jack Russell Terrier, who is currently gnawing on a Hot Pocket sleeve.

    I blogged (again) about the state of newspaper and the low condition it is in thanks to OutHouse, er, GateHouse. If you want to check it out, it is check-able.

    I find it very admirable that you blog regularly about your dogs, particularly Hawken. Not many people talk lovingly or even respectfully about their animals. Tonight I read a poem about a deceased pet that almost brought me to tears.

    As always, this is the best stuff there is. But must I always have to fill out the name and email fields below?

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