Today marks 1400 days studying Spanish on Duolingo.

I still can’t speak Spanish well enough to have a conversation, but I just keep going.

Have a great day!

it’s hard for me to understand the psychology that would cause a cat to run away from their bowl of food. That is what Goldie was doing. I would put the food down in front of him, he would stick his nose in it and literally run out of the yard under the gate and away.

last night I fed the two cats, Knip started whooding it down like the pig that he is, and Goldie left the premises. I came back inside.

Moments later, it started raining quite hard. I went back outside to move the food bowls away from the rain, further back into the carport. Goldie was there, hiding from the rain. Because of the rain, there was nowhere to run. He ate. This morning, I fed them both, expecting Goldie to run away but he ate again this morning.

The last time I went on a trip, the pet sitter would chase Goldie down the street with the bowl of food. I specifically told her not to because it changes the behavior of the cats, but she did it anyway. And like I said at the beginning I don’t understand the psychology of a cat running away from food but maybe somebody chasing you with a bowl of food would have something to do with it. That end toothache pain.

Anyway, I know Goldie ate yesterday, and I know Goldie ate today. For that I am grateful.

Have a great day

The picture below is a work of art

This is called the Van Gogh chair.. Some tourists sat on it and broke it in a museum in. Italy. Then they fled.. See the security camera video below.

The chair is crystal-covered, made by the artist Nicola Bolla.

I think the whole thing is hilarious and the museum shouldn’t look for the perpetrators. The museum, and the artist, can only blame themselves..

Why would anybody make a chair so dang weak you couldn’t sit in it? What is it made of? Why wouldn’t you just buy a regular chair and glue your glitter on there like any 5 year old kid would?

If it’s so precious and valuable, why is it in the museum unsupervised, up against the wall, looking like a chair that you’d sit in to try on some new shoes? Why don’t they have a rope around it or some kind of barricade? It’s not a piece of art, it’s a piece of junk..

Read the whole article here. I think the whole thing is beyond silly.

Everybody was in the wrong. The couple sitting in the chair knew they shouldn’ta. The attendant shouldn’t have left his post, the museum should have had the display set up properly, and the artist should have never made such a weak ass piece of art. And what’s with the title of the “piece”? Van Gogh chair? One might assume it’s a chair from Vincent Van Gogh s house and therefore was a real chair. Why not sit in it?

The whole thing makes me think of a story I heard about someone leaving their lunch debris on a table on a museum, and it stayed there because everyone thought it was an exhibit…

What’s the saying? One person’s garbage is another person’s art? That Van Gogh chair’s total garbage.

I think the chair looks better broken than intact. It’s far more more artsy and contemplative broken. It has.a sad personality broken.. Give a cash bonus to the couple who “fixed it” by sitting in it!

Happy Tuesday! Have a great day!

It was a good weekend. Friday I went with all Bermudian friends to see Bermuda VS Cayman Islands. Cayman won, men and women.

Satuday was the annual 1-mile sea swim. My time was 39 minutes and 55 seconds, I had hoped to finish under 40 minutes, so that’s good.

Yesterday I went diving. I saw the smallest juvenile spotted drum I’ve ever seen. It was a nice dive, and my first in a couple months.

Also, my Aunt from Costa Rica is visiting with a friend. We went out to lunch after the diver I shoulda got a selfie.

And now it’s back to work.. Again.

Have a great week!

Goldie runs away from his food bowl. He will maybe taste it, then runs away.

I’m worried , that every time I see him might be the last. he’s so old…

He did finally eat this morning, on my way out the door. He tried running, but I grabbed him by the scruff of the neck, put him on a table, put the food in front of him, and he ate.

Happy Friday the 13th!

Goldie the cat who is probably 18 years old, as bad teeth and has trouble eating. I’ve been trying different food. He did not like human baby food, turkey flavor. But he does seem to like turkey breast liquefied with a blender. With just a shot of chicken broth.

With regular cat food, canned or dry, chewing would cause him a lot of pain. He will get food stuck between his teeth, and run away from his bowl and make pained sounds and use his paws to try to get the food out from being stuck in between his teeth. Now, he seems to be trained to run away from food. I’m very happy that he ate some last night and this morning.

I slept a lot better than I did last night too.

It’s Thursday! As I get older, I believe more and more that Thursday was invented as an unnecessary stumbling block that gets between us and the weekend. We should just jump from Wednesday to Friday.

Have a great Friday Eve!

last night I dreamed I was riding my motorcycle down on a mountain. There was some kind of problem as all the cars were stopped and everybody was walking.. When I had to stop because of the non-moving traffic and this woman asked me if she could ride on the back of my motorcycle. I said okay and then we’re headed down the mountain again. My brakes wouldn’t work. I super-squeezed them and was able to stop, and she got off.

I went down the mountain to this shopping mall, looking for the bike rack to lock up my motorcycle. I went in one door of the mall. And talked to the guard. He sent me around to the next Mall entrance.

As I circled them all from entrance to entrance, entrance I would wake up in between and be worried about parking the motorcycle. Then I would go back to sleep, and look for the bike rack so that I could lock it up.

it was an insane dream, a never ending loop of torture, I had bad sleep. Feeling exhausted this morning.

Bah Humbug

On June 10, Dr Bob was shaky from a hangover and had to go to work to do an operation. Bill W gave him a beer to stop the shakes so Dr Bob could perform.

After the operation , Dr Bob disappeared. Bill W and Lois thought he was out on a drinking spree, but Dr Bob came home a few hours later, sober. He had been out making amends to those that he had harmed. (He had been reluctant previously, worried about his reputation) Dr Bob never drank again. The beer Bill W gave him was his last drink, and the fellowship of Alcoholics Anonymous was born that day, June 10, 1935.

Happy 90th Birthday AA! I plan on being here for your 100th! One Day At A Time!

Mu poinciana tree, rich, when I planted it with two finger sized sticks. Is in full bloom. The canopy is so tall I can’t even trim it anymore. This may become a problem this hurricane season.

But in the meantime, it’s very orange and very beautiful.

Have a great week!

A little more deep and I might have scored 100!