Sunday night in Kentwood

The time changed in the wee hours, so when I woke up from my Sunday afternoon nap, it was DARK! I decided to wait until tomorrow morning to head back to Big Rapids, a decision that seemed to irritate the spouse. I suspect he is much like the cat--he likes his rituals. Sorry, dude. I don't feel safe driving on Hwy. 131 when it's dark, the wind is blowing hard, and deer are antsy and nervous. Just a day or so ago, a deer managed to jump into the back seat of a minivan. It had to be euthanized.

So I'll be up at 6 a.m. tomorrow to head back. I got no work done this weekend, not surprising. I'm a lazy girl sometimes. We did go shopping Saturday, and I added a couple of sweaters and two new pairs of shoes to the wardrobe. Hubby got a new lightweight jacket.

An earthquake unsettled the area between Tulsa, OK, and Fayetteville, Arkansas, where my older son lives. His cats went nuts, turning over plants, creating all sorts of havoc. My son himself was knocked off the toilet onto the floor. Poor guy. He has enough trouble in the bathroom without needing a seatbelt for the toilet.

LSU beat Alabama, and the Saints beat Tampa Bay, so other than Mizzou losing, it was a good sports weekend. Mizzou has now joined the SEC, so they'll be playing LSU next year, more than likely. That might get interesting. Where will my loyalties lie?

Today the neighbor's dog got up on our deck and was peering in through our window at us, freaking out Simon. It freaked me out, too. It's bad enough that one of the little squirrels keeps trying to make a nest on the deck somewhere. There's a knotted cord handing down from the outdoor sunshade, and the silly squirrel was swinging on it, trying to stuff it with leaves and grass.

I've been getting myself in Facebook trouble again, no surprise. But I figure I've kept my opinions to myself, out of pure fear, for too long. I've stopped caring if others disagree or want to feel they are victims. I've been persecuted by the religious right long enough, thank you very much. It's time I shook their little trees and watched the nuts fall out.

Andy Rooney died. I want to inherit his mantle as a curmudgeon. In fact, I've thought about starting a Facebook page under the name Kerr Mudgin.