WordPresserversary

I’ve apparently been blogging on WordPress for 7 years, tonight.  Hmm.  I’ve been blogging from 2008, solid, but I guess it was on other platforms.

So, happy birthday, Blog.  It’s a bleak and dismal birthday, but… I guess we all will have bleak and dismal birthdays this year, Wildest One was the first.

Today the gloves came off.  I’m sick of the curve balls I’m being thrown, people pretending.  High-handedness from certain angles.  Manipulation.  A person I had nothing much to do with all these years, grabbing control of my and the kids’ lives.  How people change their faces suddenly when somebody dies!

You.  Shall.  Not.  Pass!

No.  No spoilers.  There shall be a book.  Once it is all over.

 

About our website

Dear bloggies, just to put you at ease about P’kaboo.

I am aware that the website is down – in fact, it was down in January.  This is due to a server inconsistency & following dispute that was not resolved to date (and not really pursued because I am snowed under with other things).  I need to follow it up and reconstruct the site.

Our books are all available on Amazon, and a good deal on Smashwords.  Look up the author names on Amazon and you will find the book.  The exceptions are our music books.

All this will be fixed in due course when I have time to fix the hosting issues and put up a new website for us (I have been meaning to upgrade it for a while anyway so it is Android compliant).

P’kaboo is currently on hold as a publisher (though books can be purchased through Amazon and Smashwords, as above), but we will retake it once my life has returned to some sort of order.

~ gipsika ~

 

“List, what list?”

In my mission to try to get Skype to work (secretly wishing the program had a connection to the Between so I could Skype my forever love), I came across all the usual common bugs and internet gripes.  10 000 passwords to recover, go to ancient email accounts you nearly forgot you opened 10 years back…  mainly to have a place for all the Facebook notifications to fall into without disturbing your normal flow of daily correspondence…  and I happened across a program called “Truthfinder”.

Truthfinder is touted to find really scary truths about people…  put in a name, and up come traffic offences, places the person has been, old aliases…  everything you hoped the NSA wouldn’t put together about you because it creepily reminds us of George Orwell’s “1984”.

I’m compulsive, so of course I tested it out.  (Are my e-toll bills up there?  Do I have a parking fine I’m not aware of?)

It didn’t find me.

It found someone else, different age, different name, different state…  of course I’m not American, so maybe this search is restricted to America.

It reminded me of one of our little Amway “strategies” (rather, just a little fun thing we used to do on occasion).  When someone turns you down for a meeting, for an opportunity to look at the business, you shrug and say, “Okay, then I’ll just take you off the list”.

List? What list?  I’m on a list?  Oh my hat, how did I get on a list? Is it bad?  Did I get to win something, or what?

One can increase the effect by saying “short list” instead.

What?  I was short-listed for something?

These little mind games remind me of the bus driver I chatted to when I was around 16… middle-aged, fairly bored with the job but faithful, but he amused himself by stuttering the brake and watching the people’s heads go forward in a series of movements like pigeons.

It shows you that the most boring job can be freshened up with a bit of creative humour.  Of course his “test subjects” never suspected the stuttering brake was specially for them!

Have a sweet Friday.  I am not making promises about stories quite yet.

 

 

 

Funnyface is back :)

I presume, Tiggles will be keeping close.  I’ll have to go around my friend’s garden and call for her – unless she comes back for food before then.  It’s dark by now, I should not drive anymore today.

Pls hold thumbs, everyone, that Tiggles is about to come back too.

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There are various main items on my “master list”, that need to happen.  I need to focus.

Today we took Wild One and his girlfriend out to see “Beauty and the Beast” featuring Hermione Granger.  I must say she is a stunning Belle.

The first time Hubbs and I saw the movie (animated Disney) was when it came out on Big Screen in 1991, we had just met…  and we were a darned cute couple!

It’s difficult to watch movies where the hero gets shot full of holes and by some magic or miracle is restored to life – mine wasn’t.  Difference between real life and fiction.  I miss him.

 

Cats escaped… :’-(

I’ve been working flat-out, I’m beginning to feel like a circus pony with too many tamers with their whips (wait. I think I’m getting confused.  Pony or tiger?).

So tomorrow I’m taking off.  That is, later today.  After the sun comes up.

Our kitties were being fostered by a friend, purely so that they could have a temporary home away from the Haunted House, until someone wants to adopt them (there is someone lining up).  Now they have escaped from my friend’s house!  I don’t know what to do.  I’ve alerted everyone I know on Facebook, hopefully there are some in the area who could spot them.  If you are in Faerie Glen or Garsfontein please keep an eye out?

We believe they will stick together.  The calico, Funnyface, is a good huntress so I don’t think they are in immediate danger of starving.  They are hopefully also streetwise, but of course there is never a guarantee on that.

My friend said that they started screaming every night at 1 am.  No idea why, but it is weird.  What went on every night at 1 am at the Haunted House?

There are already posters up for them from the search for their new home, but I think I’ll have to put up more now.

Why on Earth… (some Friday Creepiness)

Now, 3 and 1/2 months after, I’m beginning to feel the effects of the actual invasion.  I was numb with grief, before, or drowning.  Now the paranoia is kicking in.  Were we specifically targeted?  Why?  He was a musician, for the love of light!  He never hurt a fly!  He didn’t even have any abrasive political opinions – nothing.

This doesn’t make sense – but it does make for impressive nightmares.

Off topic:  a bit of extra creepiness (this is beginning to feel as though I’m in a Dean R Koontz novel, at least I hope it’s Koontz and not Stephen King, that’s even worse):

Why was it so important to my sister-in-law to come and literally raid our house of all documents (accidentally including my children’s birth certs!), and all of her mother’s medical records, within less than 48 hours of Hubbs’ death?

Ok, I know, I wasn’t supposed to ever see that will.  But why the medical records?

I told you:  Paranoia!  If I ever have the heart to work this whole thing into a novel, it will be a pretty wild one.

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Did I jinx it with my short-stories?

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PTSD and people want to know

We’re coping.

Life will never be the same again.  Yep, of course not.  But, coping.

Had 2 birthdays in the family since;  Wildest One’s and my mother’s.  So my artistic oldest took on the task of creating a birthday cake for each:

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It reminds me of the advice I was given when she herself was a toddler and I was trying to make her pretty birthday cakes.

Someone said, the kids don’t need the sponge cake underneath.  Just the icing with the theme on top – that’s all they eat anyway.

Fondant tastes yucky.  I think they put glue into it, and plastic.  So these cakes were more for looking at than eating.

Here is the 7th birthday cake Iain made for our oldest (I baked, he decorated) :

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Please remember to keep an eye out for someone who could take our 2 kitties.  Still no luck finding them a home.  😦

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Checkpoint: Life

I’m useless at rhyming.  Tried it before.

Would like to update you all, but hang in there some more – things still pending.  This week should bring more clarity.

 

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I desperately need a home for our poor kitties.  Where we are sheltering there is no space for more cats, so they are still in the haunted house, being fed by a kind neighbour (and me every time I drive by there).  If by end of this month nobody has offered to take Tiggles and Funnyface, I’ll have to hand them to Wetnose (have already phoned all the alternative places).  At least they are a no-kill shelter, but bloggies, please…  these two kitties have been with us for 10 years and they deserve better than a shelter!  Tiggles is a beautiful ginger female, Funnyface is a long-haired calico.  Tiggles, from the day she arrived on my doorstep, gave the impression that she understands every word we say.  Funnyface is cute, cuddly, intelligent, a sleek huntress of rats and mice (you won’t have to worry about pests again) and immensely affectionate.  Tiggles is a little more reserved – also cuddly though, will come and put her head on one’s lap when one is working on the computer.

 

Please let me know if you know someone who could take these two beauties.