From the Chattanooga Pulse.
Author: Allegra
Born when atmospheric carbon was 316 PPM. Settled on MST country since 1997. Parent, grandparent.
Free lawnmower! Rrrowr
birthingway (her LJ name) GAVE me a perfectly fine gas mower, so that potentially expensive matter has been put to rest. We had a lovely visit. I had previously advised her to put one of her kids in Purpose School, so this is my karma coming back at me… I hope. I also did a small shop that turned into 129 dollars, but $20 of that was maple syrup, which has gotten quite expensive, and another $10 was butter, and another $10 was cheese, so these things add up. Also, how did I end up with two kinds bacon in my hamper? Oh well, I got flour, which I CANNOT run out of because then we no can haz wofls. And waffles, candidly, are like currency around here.
Not much done on creative projects today except a tiny bit on Grieg, and a tiny bit on the atheist liturgy, but any day that includes saving $200 on a mower can’t be a toetle loss. I also did the minimum daily walk – I walked back from Highgate and got pappadums and picture hangers (how gloriously and alliteratively Vancouver!) I am trying to get the strength together to get going to Kopper’s show tonight but my innards are warring with me.
This guy deserves the Nobel Prize in medicine
Me at John’s Pondfilk memorial
Sad family news
Zeek! has crossed the Rainbow Bridge. Paul buried him in the back yard next to Bounce. Hell of a birthday present for Keith, who seems philosophical about it.
Finally! A job I can do!
Reddeer sends me the following link: Get a Job in Wookey Hole!
I can cackle! Anybody knows I can cackle.
Yesterday I made up the downstairs bed, made banana bread, added a new verse to “Give me Five, Give me Ten”, made an appointment to get Miss Margot’s stitches out today (I chickened out of doing it myself), found a FREE LAWNMOWER (now that was a good day’s work) which now I have to borrow a car to collect. I also filled up more bookshelves, bought some more of the Santa Cruz lemonade – Gosh I love that stuff, and so does everybody else who comes into this house and drinks it all; made Thai Basil Beef for supper, had an idea for a science fiction short story, had a FANTASTIC idea for the McGuffin in the zombie movie, thought very sadly about a friendship – if I can call it that – I have, which I am going to have to jettison (all in the “Allegra, stop hurting yourself on things that you know hurt you” vein), talked briefly to Mike, visited with Paul, managed to call my son without making stupid noises about how it’s his 23rd birthday today and how does he feel about that, discovered his potential job (he’s on tryout this week) is working out, so far as he can tell, practiced guitar for a while, played with the cats – all of them, they appeared to be in a good mood and much more kindly disposed to me these days, and shot, edited and uploaded a youtube video; and I slept in a different room than my laptop, and thus slept way better and longer.
Today I am going to FORCE myself to finish Grieg so I can work on Give me Five, Give me Ten, which seems to want to be worked on a bit more. And take Margot to the vet. She’s not gonna like it.
New Margot video
Taking your truck to the dealership for servicing? Webcam to the rescue!
Cross posted from the Consumerist. The letter is a classic, except the one spelling error, which, you know, COULD be deliberate.
Banana bread is cooling
Damn, didn’t get it out of the oven in time to give some to Jeff on his way to work.
Almost all the books are unpacked. If I go like hell for the next forty minutes, maybe I can unpack the rest of them and turn this into an actual productive day instead of the fifth day of a long weekend!
The superstring theory balloon has just gone up
Not last weekend I was saying to my pOp that I expected confirmation of string theory in a real life situation imminently. Yee haw.
More domestic stuff
Today I unpacked, got replacement parts (like, all of it) for the clothesline, and thought myself fortunate and blessed.
And now, The Coldstream Guards play Thriller outside of Bucknem Pelles.
Everybody is trying to get into the act.
The morning so far… working on an atheist liturgy
Then I run across THIS GUY. Bastard’s trying to something similar!
Appropriate use of tech
Once upon a time Loki said he wanted a pet marguay
But this is what it would be like to live with a small wildcat. My fave pic is of the wildcat grooming the domestic cat. This isn’t a marguay, as far as I can tell, it’s likely a lesser spotted cat or ocilla, but there is a lot of variance. Best guess it’s from Brazil or south America.