Tasha, one of Mike’s dogs, died in her sleep. There’s a picture of her in the September 2005 archives.
We must love each other while we can.
Tasha, one of Mike’s dogs, died in her sleep. There’s a picture of her in the September 2005 archives.
We must love each other while we can.
Incompetence or a deep plot????? I vote for incompetence.
Happy anniversary of the sinking of the Titanic day. Cue the Celine Dion music, as Joe the fanboy sez.
Practicing for the gig on Friday went very well; one of the cats, presumably Eddie, had an accident requiring additional laundry but you can ALWAYS wash your bathroom rugs anyway so what the heck; I learned how to play back prerecorded video from Shaw thanks to Jeff’s fabulous instructions (he wrote a BROCHURE); the weather was six kinds of gorgeous; church was great thanks to a really great service and I really didn’t mind doing chairs; my back doesn’t hurt for the first time in about three weeks; all my laundry is done and hung up (remarkable) except one load which I intend to go deal with right now; saw Keith briefly yesterday and he brought a Useful Object into the house, namely something to catch his immense nest of hair in the shower; cleaned various kitchen and household objects; I renewed the server account for this site and paid some other bills; more yelling downstairs but much more subdued than Friday night; ran into Heather at the Nanaimo skytrain and things don’t sound too good in her world right now. Dunno. I guess I’m happy to be me.
The Luddite took a day off work to play with trains which involved him and a bunch of other guys moving track onto a new setup…. we’re talking about something the size of a basement. He also mentioned something about strawberries in pots for me; I look forward to this with interest and yumminess. Container gardening is about all we’ll be able to do here.