Queen Mediocretia of Suburbia

Putting the TMI in absentminded

Month: May 2024

  • Vacation Accountability

    I have been off work all week, and if things go well the next few days, I will have done all twenty tasks I set out for myself. Tasks included calling strangers and prodding lawyers and other things that require more heart than I usually have on a work day. I still have two days…

  • Weekly Paint Progress: 5/30

    This week Mom on a Boat went from this: … to this. Hmm. Too afraid to do the eyes. And she’s missing a dimple. And the plaid on the shirt will be sooo tedious. That might be a plain blue shirt instead.

  • Cicadas / Crows / Crickets

    I was going to mention this yesterday, but that would have been four cicada posts in a row. I have found that the cicadas sleep pretty hard from eight at night to eight in the morning, so any weeding and planting and parking lot sprints have to happen in that window. Even so, I find…

  • This Week in Leaving the House

    My first visit out of doors took me to a restaurant, where I met up with people from the old old company I worked for when this blog came to be: Elliot. (Not its real name.) I met with the woman who threw the Divorce Soiree, now happily re-married. I also saw The Mason, and…

  • Mother Nature: Justice

    Oh, delicious Midwest Mother Nature Justice from last night. Local meteorologists use radar to spot tornados by various means: opposing wind direction, hook-shaped radar signatures, and debris showing up in the clouds. Twice now they’ve noted the debris seems to be bug-sized, and they speculate the tornadoes are sucking up the “cicadas, and those little…

  • TWIL: Cicadas pee like racehorses

    Honestly, don’t stand under a cicada tree. I thought it was raining when I did it.

  • Goldie: Continues to make an effort

    Last night, Goldie again made a big production of caterwauling from the basement. Now that I know the drill, I immediately went down there. He led me to the same corner. I saw what I thought was the same species of tiny-winged flying beetle bug, only twice the size. Not moving, clearly dead, knocked on…

  • Goldie: Making an effort

    Goldie has almost no interest in crepuscular play time now. It was how we bonded for months, and now, I dangle all manner of things in his face and he shows no interest. Instead, he has been spending hours downstairs. I no longer spend any time hunting for him when he goes missing. He’s at…

  • Weekly Paint Progress: 5/23

    This week Boat Mom went from this: … to this.

  • Weeding

    Just a week ago I complained that I had no cicadas. That has changed. They swarm the skies. They cling to my clothes. They bone on my driveway. They are intruding on my life. I can only garden before dawn or after eight at night. I have a filthy garden wagon in the back, and…