Musings on a Small Life

Okay. Making the news in this province is the brouhaha about possible food poisoning from eating a " cronut burger " at a fair stand at Toronto's CNE. Apparently dozens have fallen ill after consuming this , though the source of the contamination has yet to be determined. In the meantime, the "cronut burger" stand remains closed. For the record, it's part croissant and part doughnut, includes a burger patty, maple bacon, processed cheese, and no doubt other things I don't want to know about. I've heard the calorie count is about 7100, though there's nothing official on that score. Last evening's news included a phone interview with a young woman who shared a cronut burger with a friend, and then also had various other heavy fat/cholesterol foods the same day. She couldn't believe how sick she was the next day. Seriously. Folks, while there might indeed be some sort of contamination, you have to be a special kind of stupid...

5:47AM today and I'm leaving the house to walk to the office. A few townhouses down, on the corner, are two cats fighting-- seriously fighting. The long-ish haired unneutered brown tabby I see around a lot and one of the short-haired grey and white cats I also see from time to time. I suspect neither has a home. They are so into the fighting, in fact, that my screaming and cursing at the top of my lungs, clapping hands, stomping feet and hissing doesn't even register on them. I look for something safe to throw at them, but wouldn't you know it, the narrow street is actually without debris for a change. So I go as close as I dare, still shouting and cursing the effin' people who are too stupid to have their cats neutered, and I'm making so much noise that two people open their doors to see what's going on. And quickly close them again with all my foul language. (For someone who never said "god" except in prayer, until she was 20 years old, I cer...