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Ya Know What I Was Thinking?

by Jeffrey Meyer

Rated: 13+ · Book · Personal · #2348994

If you DO want to know, welcome to my blog

For those who actually want to follow my thoughts, ideas, moans, and gripes, this is the place for you! For those of you who are returning...I questions your judgment, you poor souls.

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10 Most Recent Blog Comments:

Jeff

about 2 hours ago
In response to "Isn't There Anything to Do?"

Sometimes just getting your thoughts down in writing is a success in and of itself!

Amethyst Snow Angel

about 8 hours ago
In response to "Isn't There Anything to Do?"

Ack, I don't know whether to

Goals...

Wait, you're a Pisces too

Good luck out there in the real world!

Brandiwyn🎶 v.2026

about 8 hours ago
In response to "Isn't There Anything to Do?"

Goals aren't for everyone. I do like your "what I don't want" list, but even that may be unnecessary. You may not need goals at all, if you're naturally good at prioritizing without planning. Do you get the things done that are required for you to avoid the things on your "don't want" list? That's what matters.

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Brandiwyn🎶 v.2026

Jan 25, 2026 at 8:32am
In response to "The Nesting Phase"

"And another blanket to curl up in when my dogs usurp the first the one." 😂😂😂 I feel this in my soul. I take it you have burrowers too? Meet Thomas:

What do you consider southern Midwestern states? Ohio, here. Our plows/salt trucks are pretty thorough and prompt, but we don't carry chains as a rule (or law) and occasionally berms left by the plow at the end of a driveway couldn't be driven over by a quad. So that's fun if you drive a compact sedan. I don't, luckily, since I occasionally require space to transport drum sets and electric pianos, my housemate drives a hatchback.

Roads here look like they've seen a pass or two by the plows so far overnight or this morning, but it's still falling. Posting photos shortly.

Hoping you still have power. We do, so far.

Ichabod Crane

Jan 24, 2026 at 3:54pm
In response to "The Nesting Phase"

If you have a cellphone and can still hit towers that are working, you can tether your laptop/computer to it. No cable needed.

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Jack of Diamonds

Jan 24, 2026 at 2:27pm
In response to "The Nesting Phase"

Fill your bathtub, then use a plastic bucket to scoop out water to fill the toilet tank. You can get between 20 and 50 extra no-water flushes like that depending on the size of your bathtub and the quality of your stopper... J

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I Resolve to Wear My Sox

Jan 16, 2026 at 5:51pm
In response to "Domesticated Terrorists"

Currently raising a kitten nicknamed Cannibal. On of my dogs indicated she needs exercise. I told him to chase her. He simply replied, "No, exorsize like in this conjuring..." He really isn't suicidal enough to chase her. Her real name is Mittens but I have come to believe that they aren't mittens, they are gloves so she doesn't leave behind pawprints.

Dave Ryan

Jan 16, 2026 at 10:05am
In response to "Domesticated Terrorists"

I remember the cats when I was a kid. They had lots of games they liked to play. Here are three of their favourites.

Bed wars: A summer sport, played during summer when I didn't have to get up early for school. A subtle battle for territory, where the cat would start at the foot of the bed and slowly encroach upwards, claiming new territory every time I moved while always maintaining the death-stare.

Chair race: Turn up at the window looking to be let in, forcing you to give up your chair. Once in, it is then a straight sprint to claim the now vacant seat.

Paper chase: A variation of your newspaper observation. If the paper is on the floor, they park themselves on it. The game is to manoeuvre them off the paper without them tearing the damn thing to shreds in the process.

Amethyst Snow Angel

Jan 16, 2026 at 9:58am
In response to "Domesticated Terrorists"

Hey, at least you can practice your "french..."

Jack of Diamonds

Jan 14, 2026 at 1:10pm
In response to "Break Time!"

That's epic! Sounds most remarkably like life around my crib. And I'm retired, so here's what you have to look forward to... J

January 24, 2026 at 2:09pm

#1106694

The Nesting Phase

I'm nesting. Everyone pretty knows the Midwest US is about to get hammered with nearly a foot of snow. For those in the northern states, that's a spit in the bucket; for us, it's a significant event. In any case, we're gonna be stuck inside for a few days.

That's actually not such a bad thing for me. Any excuse to not be around "them"— which means pretty much everyone else— is like a "get out of jail free" card. Still, I'm nesting. I got my blanket on the couch to curl up in. And another blanket to curl up in when my dogs usurp the first the one. I've my peanut butter filled pretzel nuggets, a freezer full of pizza rolls and counter full of cookies, brownie bites, and such. Oh, and a few apples so I don't get scurvy. And I've got Netflix and discovery+ a million channels of cable of which we watch about 3. And DVDs— Yes, we still have that archaic form of entertainment, the DVD. Don't judge. So yeah, a nest.

Currently, the house smells like stuffing as we cook some minestrone soup. Why the soup smells like stuffing, I have no idea, but I'll take it. It beats boiled cabbage (which makes me strongly consider getting a separate apartment). All that coziness, and my handy laptop to write or review or play Minecraft. My nest.

But all of that could end in a heartbeat because of 3 little letters: I C E !!! If we get ice, the wires could come crashing down. We don't have natural gas or propane here: the whole house is powered by electric. Gone would be my warmth (except for what can be found beneath blankets and the dogs). Gone would be the streaming shows and movies. I could still to my writing while the computer battery lasts, but no way to post to my friends and family here on WdC. Even the DVD player would be dead. (And you can't hold them up to the light to see the pictures like the old film; I've tried.)

There's one other thing that is jeopardy, as well. The well. We get our water from a well, and not no Jack-n-Jill bucket kinda well, either. A deep-pump well. And that pump runs on electricity. No lectro, no water. "So buy bottled water!" Done that. But no water also means something else: no indoor plumbing— NO FLUSHABLE TOILETS!

Thus, my nest could be ruined by ice and poop. Ice poop.

So there's my weekend, if you were wondering. Nest vs Effluent. For now, I think I should get off here. It's time to burrow down and open the bag of potato chips I failed to mention earlier. Turn on some home improvement sho— uh oh. Maybe not yet.

Maybe I'd better go to the bathroom...while I still I can.

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