Catpaw – diary of an angry cat

I’m having one of those moments where it’s simply too difficult to do anything but enjoy the moment. Mother Nature is playing a nasty trick on us – making us think spring is here already. It’s a bright, warm day out… ohhhh… we are going to pay! I just know in my little heart that winter will have at least one last gasp left in it. When it hits, it will feel worst because of the lovely weather we’ve had the past few days. I found myself sitting on a bench sunning my face, not thinking about anything except how lovely it felt.

I was positively giddy with excitement when I heard all the birds singing their feathery hearts out earlier today.  Speaking of birds:

From Catpaw’s Art work – birds

I looked and didn’t see this little fellow posted, if he has been, well.. think of it as a spring repeat. I was testing out different types of pencils with him. Parts worked very well, other parts were a bit heavy handed. Initially I didn’t like him, but looking at him again, I rather like him. The head shape is just about correct.

I haven’t drawn much since I started feeling kind of ill. I’ll try again this week… I’m getting that itchy feeling when I get around pencils and paper. I’m going to take another stab at drawing cats again. Well… still a bit of daylight left to the day. I’m heading back out to enjoy it.

Why, oh why do people use language like this:

A spokesperson would only confirm that six jobs “were impacted.”

I pulled it from a story I found over at the CBC website.  What happened to plain speak?  I’m sorry, the jobs were not impacted! This useless verbiage is nonsense. Check the definition from Oxford dictionary:

• adjective 1 (of a tooth) wedged between another tooth and the jaw. 2 (of a fractured bone) having the parts crushed together

Yes, losing your job is painful, but I’m reasonably sure the person(s) did not have their parts crushed. People who use phrases like “were impacted” show a couple of things: a woeful ignorance of the meaning of the words; a ridiculous desire to make themselves sound intelligent. Sorry, but the use of impacted here is idiotic.

How about six jobs were affected? Or is clarity to simplistic?

Every now and then, I get in a mood where even logging on to blog seems like a monumental effort. I sit in my little comfy chair and say “I should write about this and that” and then … I realise I would have to make that teeny, tiny effort.

So I continue to sit in my little comfy chair, thinking of all the things I should be writing about. The end result is, you, my lovelies, don’t get to share my shatteringly wonderful ideas. Lately I haven’t been feeling well. Gallbladder problems. Bugger eh? Who knew such a small little organ can be such a monumental pain in the ass. The first inkling I had that my gallbladder was going to become a bad memory was the night I spent in emergency, turbo vomiting and well let’s just say puking on the surgeon is never a good idea. Although he was very nice about it. I’m still in possession of the annoying piece of my anatomy and waiting for the day they’ll take it. Trust me… I can’t wait. As I said, who knew it could be such a pain.

It’s funny how something you are only vaguely aware of can cause such problems. So if I disappear for a couple of days, it’s because I’m feeling pathetic and sorry for myself.

When I was a kid I collected bugs. Hmmm …. yea … I know stamps, books, bugs, can you get any geekier? One of my all time favourite bugs was and is the praying mantis. I would collect their eggs and hatch them. Can you imagine my delight when I ran across this video?

Makes me want to start hatching them again… then again maybe not.