I just looked up this phrase after typing it in.
I knew it had British Isles/Irish origins but wasn’t sure about exactly what it meant, other than something positive and friendly.
Turns out it isn’t used much anymore in Ireland and is even considered hackneyed or gauche. So if I’ve offended any Irish folk by using it, my apologies!
I’ve just always loved the sound of it. It sounds friendly and uplifting to me!
Now that that’s out of the way…
Since today is Sunday, I’m wondering if the mini bogantes store at the top of the hill is open. I want to get some more preprepped black beans because they taste so good in cooked rice. This morning I ate rice without it, and it wasn’t nearly as good,
Sundays and holiday Mondays, nearly all of the smaller Tico-owned stores are buttoned up tight. Not always, though!
During the recent Independence Day celebration on Sept 15th a number of stores opened to capitalize on the many families and individuals who flooded Grecia (and other towns and cities) to share and enjoy the festivities. That’s just smart business. They knew people would be hungry and need to use restrooms afterward, so they made themselves available. It’s another Tico trait to anticipate needs and offer solutions.
But usually, Sundays and holiday Mondays are reserved for faith services and family and/or friend gatherings. So it isn’t always possible to shop where I usually would in a pinch.
This mini mart also carries a brand of canned cat food that Charli likes. It’s from Italy and is chicken-based. I still haven’t found a dry food that she will eat.
Margaret suggests that I visit a veterinarian. If I can locate one nearby or in Grecia, I will do that.
But for right now, Charli is chowing down on canned cat food (not great for her teeth long-term, though) and she actually “asks” for it when her dish gets empty. She shadows me until I put it down for her, even. This is a new behavior of hers, so I know she likes it better than she liked the wet cat food in the U.S. And it’s probably a lot better for her, too. It smells human grade palatable and looks like stew.
This morning I was awakened by Charli screeches
Yes, grey kitty was sitting on the settee just outside the screened bedroom window again, which is “too damned close” in Charli’s opinion. She rushed the screen, screamed like a banshee (which worked wonders on boosting my heart rate and wakefulness, too), and scared him back to the patio floor.
For a little being half his size, she sure exercises an out-sized command of him. “Yes, ma’am. As you say, ma’am. I’ll be going now, most certainly! Top of the morning to ye!”
(And now I know where the term “pussywhipped” comes from! LOL!)
Charli is dead set on making certain that Mr Fuzzy Grey Pants will not make any inroads with me. The poor guy. All he wants is a setee with a nice cushion to spend the night on so he isn’t sleeping in the bushes. I’m sure he was using it regularly before we moved in…
Charli needs to learn a few manners. Or something.
“Who? Sweet li’l ol’ ME?”
“Who would ever believe such a thing?!”
“I am an angel, I tell you!
An angel!!!”
Grey cat’s response: “An angel straight outta hell!”