
Wordless Wednesday



Earlier in the week, I decided to quit putting off cleaning our lofted popcorn ceiling. This is not a task I enjoy. (I’m not sure I enjoy any cleaning-related tasks.) Our ceiling is 20 feet high and best accessed from the loft outside our master bedroom. The problem comes in when trying to reach the ceiling farthest from the loft; even with the handle extended as far as it will go, the duster will barely reach. But, if I was going to do this, I was going to do everything.
When I was attempting to dust the stained glass windows, the duster got caught on a hook… and came off. There it hung, in all its fuzzy blue glory, mocking me, and refusing to let go no matter how much I poked and prodded it. I decided I would just leave it there as a cautionary tale about cleaning. However, once I calmed down a bit, I decided to enlist Kenn’s help. He, of course, was able to get it down with no trouble.🤦♀️
I have now ordered another duster with a 24 foot handle so I can actually stand on the floor to clean that end of the ceiling rather than tempting fate working from the loft. Where are Cinderella’s helpful woodland creatures when you need them?


I came across this in one of those annoying pop-up adds. You know, just in case your cat needs a trapper hat.🤣 Don’t worry, they have them for dogs too!
I’m still in an urban fantasy phase with my reading, so I decided to re-read the Mercy Thompson series by Patricia Briggs. Ms. Briggs has built a wonderful world and I love her character development; even her minor characters are well written and memorable. I’m partial to Mercy because she is my sister from another mister. Like me, Mercy has a problem with being ordered around. Ask politely and she will bend over backwards to help you. She will consider a suggestion, depending on the tone in which it was made. Telling her what to do? That’s going to backfire in a hurry. Kenn says anger is my go-to emotion, and Mercy has a tendency to get angry when scared or hurt or relieved… You get the picture. I spend a lot of time giggling when Mercy reacts to a situation the way I would and reading excerpts of the books to Kenn. (Kenn wants to know how long Ms. Briggs has been spying on me, LOL.)
Mercy is a VW mechanic, and yes, she has heard all of the jokes about Mercedes, the VW mechanic. Thanks to her late father, Joe Old Coyote, Mercy is a walker – a Native American shapeshifter who shifts into a coyote at will. When Mercy’s seventeen-year-old mom found a coyote pup in Mercy’s crib when Mercy was three months old, she realized she was in over her head; Mercy was then sent to live with a werewolf pack who raised her until she was sixteen. Now, in her early thirties, Mercy is happy with the independent, if slightly lonely, life she has built for herself.
According to the books, Mercy has a coyote paw print tattooed on her abdomen and a “couple of other” tattoos on her arms. The arm tattoos are only mentioned once. The book covers show Mercy with full-sleeve tattoos, chest and back tattoos, and a tramp stamp. Mercy would probably roll her eyes at the covers, LOL. Another thing to know about Mercy is that she has usually had the crap beat out of her by the end of every book; this seems to be what happens when a coyote shifter starts playing in the magical creature big leagues. There are currently fourteen books in the series. These are a some of the primary characters:

If you have read this series, I’d love to know what you think. If you have any urban fantasy recommendations, I’d love to hear them!

Mood.


You never know what you’re going to encounter “in the wilds” when traveling.
When our state began implementing traffic circles (or roundabouts if you prefer) I didn’t see the point. Part of the problem was that the first traffic circles we encountered with any regularity were in the middle of absolutely nowhere. I’m talking intersections where if two vehicles reach the intersection at the same time at any point in the day, it’s a traffic jam. Once we moved to The Cabin and we began navigating the traffic circle that’s a little over a mile from our house – we got it. The traffic circle is so much better than the four-way stop it replaced. Around six months ago, a second traffic circle opened about a half mile from the first one.
There are basically two roads to take when leaving our house. One has the two traffic circles discussed above. Now, a new traffic circle is being installed (implemented? constructed?) on the other road, about a mile from our house. I’m excited about this one. I navigated this intersection frequently; especially on days I worked. Through traffic on the road doesn’t stop so certain times of day, the traffic entering from the side roads backs up, especially when someone needs to turn left. The pavement in one area was really in need of repair as well. With other traffic circles in the area, the roads were kept open during construction. This time, the roadway is closed and the contractor has thirty-five days to complete the project; so, it should be completed around the Forth of July.

Now, when I say the roads leading to the traffic-circle-in-process are closed, there is no doubt that the roads are. closed. There are big signs barricading the roads and plenty of bright orange detour signs. However, this apparently isn’t enough to stop some people – including my husband.🙄 Kenn came home one day about a week after the closure and casually mentioned that he had driven down to check on the progress of the project. Upon questioning, yes, he had driven around the barricades. No, he didn’t think it was a big deal. I begged to differ, but, whatever dude. Then, a little over a week ago, Kenn came home from his Saturday morning errands and confessed that he, along with the drivers of two or three other vehicles, had driven around the barricades. However, this time, the police were waiting on them. So, my dear hubby came home with a ticket and a court date. I told him he may as well not try to talk his way out of it because he doesn’t have a leg to stand on. Kenn agreed and also promised that he will not be violating the barricades again. I also explained to him the definition of FAFO – the non-PC version of “play stupid games and win stupid prizes.”
So, what do you call these: traffic circles or roundabouts? Or, maybe something completely different? (One of my former coworkers calls them “roundy-rounds.”)