Doctors, Bird life, kitchen update, and the weekly Spam Report

Well, the doctor that I'll never see again (long story) but who was once head of Rheumatology, says that my knees look like they will go the distance. This means, that for me, the treatments are working, and my medicines are good to go, and I can hopefully avoid knee joint replacements forever or until I die, which ever comes first. And, if I am careful and cut back on my food, I can even lose some weight. That means one malt ball instead of three for a treat, and a half bagel in the morning. There is practically no fat to cut out of the diet since we eat so little meat, and absolutely no dairy. Lol. So, of course, the first thing I did was come home, weigh myself, eat three malt balls and read all the food blogs! Yes, their scale was right. Dammit!

We will have the second coat of paint going on tomorrow. THAT is when I will take pictures of the "new green". The cabinets are ready on Monday, the granite top is done, and the contractor is rushing off his feet, juggling several jobs. He is not twins but I bet he wishes he was sometimes. He said his wife thought the granite was for their kitchen. I'm thinking that I remember being the child of a contractor. It was a little like being the proverbial child of a cobbler. teehee. Since I was raised in the same house as a busy, admittedly nut case contractor unlike, in any way, this one, I am inclined to be kind and patient. Also, I haven't got four children running around trying to eat everything that is not nailed down, either. I would just have to farm them out to relatives if they were here. Not really. We'd just go camping!

The baby Scrub Jays are growing up well, and learning new songs. They will start making a noise that sounds like an adult jay, and it declines into a long bubbly sound that is almost like one a warbler makes. One of the babies is a lot younger than his nest mates so that Jay is still screaming to be fed while the others are out grubbing up stuff on their own. They all take baths and drink from a portable "bird bath" made up from an old table in the patio. It sinks in the middle so I filled it up with water once I saw they were drinking some rather nasty looking water that had accumulated from the plants being watered there. Ick ick ick.

Spam season! Mrs. Rosemary King wants to be my Dearest Friend. Somehow I just do not trust that woman. And Dr. Christian C.Ibe wants to take me into his confidence. Oh, I so need a confidential letter from someone who thinks I'm worth a lot of money. If he only knew that I've actually decided that it was time to try to suck money off of Blackwater's big government tabs and use it for things I like instead.