Happy Easter From "Momma" and Reilly!

Be on the lookout for an Easter card from Reilly soon—she (albe very begrudgingly) did a Passover card, after all.

By the way, remember that Easter/Resurrection Day/ Día de la Resurrección/ יום התחיית/ , celebrates miracles*—including the Exodus*, since Easter commemorates Aviv/Nisan 16, the day after Israel left Egypt and the day on which Jesus is believed to have risen from the dead in 3793 (on April 5, 33)—and the hope of the Resurrection Of the Dead—which is a big deal for pets and pet owners alike, since no human or animal is guaranteed the next moment, let alone tomorrow—and especially nowadays, humans and pets are either almost as much as or equally in danger of not seeing each other tomorrow (Ask, e.g., Gary Fisher ☹—his "Mommy" is not here to celebrate Easter with him.).


*And "Momma" really needs a miracle—if (and, as "Momma" and Reilly believe) the Resurrection did happen, can't God perform an albe-smaller-and-nonethless-important miracle to a "Momma" whom needs miracle after miracle, even when small miracles like occasional IBS-flareup reliefs happen for her and Reilly's sakes?

A Passover 5777 Card From Reilly

Future Article: "Pioneering Infinity Pool Not So Infinite After All: Glass Break, Water Spill Bring Pool's End And Infinite Costs, Including Fatalities"

Patrons of the Sky Pool at Houston's Market Square Tower died when the pool's plexiglass floor could not hold steadily, despite its thickness of eight inches. Investigators say that at least two patrons were horseplaying, somehow causing the floor to break—and they were among those whom fell to their deaths from 42 floors above the Market Square Tower entrance and 10 feet into Houston.

On condition of anonymity, a Houston Police Department official and one of the HPD's contacts at the Houston's Coroner's Office stated the following:

"We know that none of the swimmers survived—and you'd have to imagine that they wouldn't have survived, given that they fell from half-a-thousand feet and away from anything onto which they could've grabbed, used to break their falls, or what have. They also fell from 42 floors which make up 40 stories of the Market Square Tower—so, they fell from a height of 10.5 floors per story—no way were they going to survive that, even if the pool had been just on the first story."

As for other decedents, they had this to say:

"We are investigating to see whether anyone fell from the balcony itself—if, for example, anyone was hanging on to one of the pool walls, walking over to the pool to see what was happening, or even about to get into the pool—and either fell with the pool or fell when it was longer joined the balcony."

They also talked about whether anyone died on the ground below:

"We haven't heard, though we're looking into that—as glass and water rained down, and some glass and water rained down together as if rain and ice rained down during a winter storm, we have to see whether anyone was even just hurt as a result of anything such as an instant rush of glass and water falling on them. At a rate of 10.5 floors per story, though, the fall speed would've made likely that nobody who was hit by any glass or water would've survived—especially with so much glass and water rushing."

They additionally noted, "Some of the decedents may have died by drowning as they were falling, as if they were being rushed away in a current or down a waterfall."

The Houston Housing Authority and Houston Permitting Center, meanwhile, are looking into whether the Market Square Tower builders, maintenance personnel, and owners violated any structural-integrity or other building-code ordinances, thus causing the pool to be unsafe and unable to hold up from 10 feet out into

The Houston DA's Office will run its own investigation and will work with the police department, Housing Authority, Permitting Center, and possibly even the mayor's office and Texas gubernatorial staff.

In the meantime, the mayor's office and the governor's office have been notified, and the release of the names of the decedents is pending confirmation of their identities and notification of their deaths to their loved ones—and the impending release hinges especially on, per a rumor that is going around in Austin circles, whether one of the decedents is a loved one of the governor.

Explaining IBS To Reilly, and How Reilly Deals With "Momma"'s IBS Flareups

For example, one IBS flareup occurred due to the self-cleaning-oven incident today—and Reilly's stress stressed "Momma" out. Others occur quite frequently, with—for instance—poor Ri having to deal with when "Momma" has IBS flareups at night. The ways in which "Momma" has explained IBS and IBS flareups to Reilly include telling Reilly when "['Momma's'] colon and bladder [or bladder and colon] are acting funny" to just telling Reilly that "['Momma's'] having an IBS flareup."

Of course, "Mom-Mom" and "Auntie Michelle" aren't exactly compassionate or helpful about that, and "Momma" doesn't need uncompassionate and unhelpful family*—schwer zu sein genug a Yid, un a Yid vemen hot a shlafkeyt fun gederem 😫 !

*Incidentemente, persisto preguntar al un persona cierto: ¿estás me dando una respuesta clara eventualmente or continuando no me dar una  respuesta clara? La necesito para mí y Reily.

A Day To Let the Self-Cleaning Oven Clean & A Freaked-Out Reilly

And "Momma" thought that Reilly was freaked out over the harness and leash—poor baby! Notwithstanding that windows and the backdoor with the albe-closed screendoor are open, the fans are on, and the aide whom comes over every day to help "Momma" get out and walk is here, Reilly is sufficiently freaked out—and notwithstanding "Momma"'s assurances, either. "Momma" has decided to leave Reilly in the crate for the meantime, then, and Reilly's stress—which "Momma" is trying to let Reilly work out at present—is freaking "Momma" out. As for Camille, meanwhile, she freaked out for a while and is okay now.

By the way, the self-cleaning oven has needed cleaning for a while; and "Mom-Mom" or "Auntie Michelle" could've been nice enough to let the self-cleaning oven clean for Pesach, since "Momma
warms up matzah in there and would like to avoid as much chametz v'se'or as possible during Pesach—they didn't, though someone else∗ probably would've nice enough to let Reilly out for Pesach.

¡Pobre Reilicita!∗

∗Nota al él, incidentalmente: ¿estás me dando una respuesta clara eventualmente or continuando no me dar una  respuesta clara? ¡Soy muy frustrata en esto momente! Feliz Pascua y Día de la Resureción a tí, por cierto.

Why Reilly Actually Ran Away From The Harness & Leash Last Night

While part of the running away from the harness and leash last night was an expression of impatience, another part of it was that Reilly—as "Momma" (as she recalls) suspected could actually be the case, or at least part of the case, last night—honestly freaked out and thought that "Momma" was going to go take her to "go potty" where "Mr. Bumblebee" and his friends (the carpenter bees in the backyard)—as "Momma" figured out when she had to trick Reilly to get the harness and leash on her for her to "go potty", and the only way for "Momma" to get Reilly to get on her harness and leash was to get her to go into her crate, close the crate door, and reopen the crate door and make sure that she didn't burst out and run away.

She begrudgingly got on her harness and leash, although she would not find a "potty spot" or even really try to find one for anything—carpenter bees scare her enough to either make her run back to the door of the house or make her run into the backyard without "Momma" and find her "potty spot" far away from the porch, and usually near or within the more-immediate vicinity of the squirrel-monopolized and whence-"nasties"-prosefuly-drop bird feeder. As is one of her customs during this carpenter bee season, she chose to run back onto the porch as soon as she could whenever she could and finally affected "Momma" to just take her inside and try to take her "potty" again later.

By the way, here's Reilly just over an hour ago waiting for "Momma" to wrap up for the night—and maybe waiting for someone else, too. Also, Happy First Day of Pesach and Blessed Maundy Thursday*, including to a certain someone for whom Reilly might be waiting, from "Momma" and Reilly.

*Especially to others whom believe that Maundy Thursday and Good Friday had a profound significance. Incidentally, "Momma" thinks that Reilly would be a lot nicer to Pilate than she ever would were she back in those days—let's just say that "Momma" would describe Pilate at the very least as "actually a very-mean man" to Reilly, and she talks to Reilly about matters of religion and faith in a way that a puppy can understand quite often.

Why Sexual "Assault" Isn't Really Assault—It's Worse!

"Sexual assault" is actually sexual battery. When I read the news about Abigal Breslin having spoken about being "sexually assaulted", I thought back to my days in criminal-justice college classes—and if only she had been assaulted as opposed to be both assaulted and battered!

Sexual assault—threatening any form of sexual harassment, including any form of sexual battery—is bad enough. Sexual battery is worse, and intentionally or unintentionally calling sexual battery "sexual assault" is mitigating what sexual battery, which is often to almost always preceded by little to no sexual assault whatsoever, is—and sexual battery (which I myself almost mistakenly just called "sexual assault" just now) can happen in the smallest amount of time and totally unexpectedly on the part of the victim.

For example, a woman who's walking up to her apartment complex may not see her rapist assault her as he stalks her—especially as he swiftly and forcibly grabs her, batters her, and physically batters her separately from having physically battered her when he sexually battered her. Similarly, the middle-school student at her locker may not see her perverse male classmate assaultingly hover behind her and reach his hands out to commit battery against her. Jennifer Christie had the first kind of case happen to her (except for that she was in a hotel and battered prior to being grabbed); and too many a female student has the second kind of case happen to her in real life, which is why "Malcolm In the Middle" demonstrated another art-borrows-from-life episode.

By the way, as I recall, I had an experience in which a middle-school classmate put his hand on my backside without my permission or before-it-happened knowledge; although I don't know who he was, and I just frankly nervous-laughed it off, as he did so when quite a few people were walking in the middle-school halls. With a crowded hall and the school being (at the time) Owen Brown...I'm lucky that it wasn't worse, as some forms of sexual battery are worse in degree and form than, notwithstanding that no form of sexual battery is lucky—and I was walking with a walker, so I wasn't exactly going to have time to fully deal with it.

In conclusion, then, let's stop being incorrect about what sexual assault and sexual battery are, since the only way that calling sexual battery "sexual assault" is correct is that it's politically correct—or at least what's thought to be correct in a politicultural or culturopolitical sense.