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.
Author: Allegra
Born when atmospheric carbon was 316 PPM. Settled on MST country since 1997. Parent, grandparent.
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.
the freak show is back
And in non freak show news, I cleaned up my house somewhat, with assistance, and fed Tom and Peggy, Paul and Keith, and Lady Miss Banjola, and then we sang and played for two whole hours and it went by like two minutes.
Carly graduamated
Dishes done, kitchen swept
(Jeff swept the kitchen); cd’s and dvd’s unpacked; more books unpacked; shower head completely installed; kitchen rugs washed and hanging to dry; Allegra admonished about leaving lights on; bills paid; mouse caught and released outdoors (thanks, whichever of the cats was responsible, but we currently suspect a Miss Margot /Gizmo tag team and while I am demonstrably capable of catching mice with my bare hands Jeff dealt with that too); phase adjusted sound system and new multimedia software admired; more clean laundry sorted and brought upstairs; more clothes sorted for going to Value Village; Allegra admonished about starting the dishwasher without turning the water on (you have to admit, it was cakebrained of me); Paul communicated with regarding Unca Dave going to Kelowna for further treatment; surprise money slapped into kid accounts; life is good, and slowly moving towards a fun evening of music and merriment and mastication with Tom and Peggy and possible others.
Hitler finds out Michael Jackson is dead
WARNING. This is in excruciatingly bad taste.