An apple a day.

Marshmallow Peep is a frumpy little bird that comes to the window to eat sunflower seeds. She would hang on the screen look at me and chirp. She did not fly away like the other birds. I got the feeling she was asking for something so I put pieces of apple in a little pocket in the storm windows that is there when the outer glass bottom is up.

Now when there is no apple Marshmallow Peep hangs on the screen and looks into the house and peeps until I go out and put apple slices in the little pocket.

Miss Peep has me well trained.

What to write?

I thought I would write about something every day and maybe I would feel better, but I really have nothing to write about. Now that my husband has decided he can not get a job and he is work once in a while at low paying sub jobs, but he still is spending to much money on things he wants, I am always mad at him and am not sure what is wrong with him.

I will have to find something else to write because it does not make me feel a bit better to write this. I think this is the way it will stay here. I will have to leave if I want anything to change.

I knew it all along.

I told the husband that the Career Switcher thing sounded to good to be true.

It does not help a bit that I told him so.

Life

The high point of the last several weeks: I found a nice pair of jeans for 3.95 at one of the local thrift stores that are new and the legs are long enough.

The husband still has not found a job. This has been going on for over a year now. I am ready to throttle him and bury him in the back yard and plant corn over him.

I am going to try to write more. Maybe it will help the way I feel.

The end of the mice tales.

All our mice are dead. Thing One, one of the white mice we raised after his mother was killed by one of our cats, died about a month ago.

Silver Fish, the last of the females and B’s Brother, the last of the tan males, were in cages beside each other. They both died the same night about three weeks ago. Silver Fish got on her wheel and died there and B’s Brother died next to his. They had all three lived a long time. I will miss them.

I do not think I want another mouse to miss.

Job search.

This is not a good time to be looking for a job.

Remembering last summer.

Youngest daughter came home for Spring Break

and Billy the Betta came with her.  Waco, who had been in the back corner of his tank with his back turned most of the time since Winter Break, hung around the side that Billy’s little tank was on. He looked at Billy most of the time and did not turn his back on me when I talked to him.

Billy is gone now. Spring Break is over.  I think I am going to buy one of those turning lights that look like fish swimming  around and around when I find one really cheap.  I saw one in a thrift store and did not buy it then. Next time I went in it was gone.

Green tea, lemon and honey

a perfect drink for today.

Billy the Betta.

Over winter break we kept out youngest daughter’s college roommate’s betta. I named it Billy. I put Billy’s two gallon tank in front of our pleco’s tank. The pleco, named Waco, hung on the side of the tank facing the betta. Billy swam in his tank facing Waco. Now Billy has gone back to college and Waco hangs at the back side of his tank and does not come over to see me when I call him.

Do you think Waco misses Billy?

Do fish get lonely?