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It has been a busy weekend so far. Last night, BFT and I went out to see Wonder Woman for a second time. The movie was much better without a huge head in the middle of the screen. Also, it had been switched into the largest of the auditoriums; when the film opened, it was in one of the two smallest of the houses. The Big House was a far better venue.

By the time I got home, it was nearly 10:00 p.m., but I had left the house closed up because Jack Is Not To Be Trusted, so before I could go to bed, I needed to get some fresh air in. So it was 11:00 p.m. before I went to bed...and I woke up -- boing! at 2:00 a.m. I'm not certain what woke me, but Jack decided that it was a great time to do that stalkery, panty, starey thing he does when he just stands there in the middle of the room, then tries to get in bed with me. It occurred to me to wonder if it was a reaction to the Benadryl I gave him before I left for the movie, or if he was just overheated because it still was pretty warm upstairs.

I opened the bedroom door and he eventually wandered downstairs and was down there for a while, so perhaps it was just the heat. I guess I'll find out tonight.

This morning was all of the regular Saturday chores with the exception of paying bills. Since I don't have anything that can't wait to go out until Monday, I'll write checks either tomorrow or Monday morning. I am taking Monday off; my schedule got changed at work, making my GYN appointment even less convenient than it already was, so I decided to just take the day off. The person I was filling in the 9-5 shift for decided to work, so I was put back on my regular schedule. Besides, it occurred to me that I usually take the day off when I go to the GYN because it's usually a lengthy wait and then I have to go home to clean up after. So, long story longer, I can write checks Monday morning as I will have time before my appointment.

Jack hasn't wanted to let me out of his sight since I got home last night, and I didn't want to leave him a second time today, so I loaded him in the van and took him with me to go mow Grama's yard. And then when I couldn't get the gas can at Gram's to release gasoline into the mower (these new spouts; I can't figure them out), I loaded him back into the van to drive home to get my own equipment. Which is what I should have done to begin with. In any case, the lawn got mowed, and I came home sopping wet because it was hot and humid and later than I intended; I wanted to be home by noon. Instead, I was home by 1:00.

Then there was lunch, a shower, a nap, walkies, and a lengthy telephone conversation with MyAuntie, and now it's getting on toward time for Doctor Who. And it feels cool enough out here to open the house back up and work on getting it cooled down for bedtime....

Day of Moan

May. 1st, 2017 09:37 pm
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Well...no bats so far. Not that I'd really expect to see them this early in the season, anyway, it's just...well, it's just. I think maybe the next thing I have tackled will be the bathroom, even if it's just to have someone come in and put up the ceiling. I have the names of three different contractors: the guy who fixed the kitchen light (and who I thought was a little expensive, and does it really take three hours to change out a light?), and two others. Well, four others if you count the guy who installed the new furnace (he's not just a furnace guy) and the guy who he subcontracted to -- though my neighbor warned me against hiring that last guy.

Yesterday, I met an old friend -- oh, let's be honest, old boyfriend -- for breakfast. We met at 9:30 and finally left the restaurant at 12:30, and we could probably have talked for another couple of hours, too. We haven't seen one another in a few months, and the last time we did wasn't really conducive to chatting, so the last time we had a chance for a good talk was probably a year or more ago. So that was nice. We've known each other for thirty-some-odd years at this point, so a lot of our conversation was about finding ourselves middle-aged (which isn't so nice).

After that, I came home, and decided that since it was sunny, I'd try to get some laundry done, even though storms were in the forecast. I did get the laundry on the line for an hour or so before I had to bring it in; I left it in the breezeway to finish drying. I also started to clean the breezeway out yesterday afternoon; I got the couch turned around and that corner of the room cleared. There's only one outlet, and there doesn't appear to be power to it -- whether it's disconnected, like the wall furnace, or whether it's just turned off, I do not know. I don't really need power out there; I won't be using it after dark. There's still a lot of work to be done, though.

I was sweeping some of the accumulated dirt and dead leaves out the back door when my mother walked in the front door. "What are you doing?" she asked. "What does it look like I'm doing?" I said, broom in hand.

As usual, my folks weren't actually here to see me. Usually when they wander in on a Sunday, it's because Mom has a list of things she's bought for Grama and she wants to be reimbursed, so she wants a check. This time, it was because she wanted to grill me about my sister, who is apparently having trouble at work -- trouble which I had only learned about yesterday morning when Bird caught me on FB and asked if I had any ideas about what she should do.

(It seems that because she isn't constantly Miss Susie Sunshine, she's been passed over for a summer job that she has done for the last three or four years and her unit supervisor actually told her that she would be reluctant to recommend Bird for a permanent position -- which isn't going to be a problem, anyway, if Bird can't ever place high enough on the clerical exam. In any case, this particular supervisor is only going to be with us for another nine months (thank goodness!) and Bird's temporary permanent position (it's a permanent position in that it gets her benefits and union membership, but it's a position with a time limit of two years and some months) runs for another four or five months after that, so it won't be up to Madame High and Mighty. I told her to try to get moved to one of the units upstairs; I'm not certain that those clerks are under Mme H&M's control.)

Today...was Monday. I had a low-level headache by lunchtime, and I stayed in the office for lunch so I didn't have to put up with the Gecko. I was going to stay after work, too, but ended up hurrying home so that I could get Jack walked because we were under not only a severe storm warning, but a tornado watch -- all of WNY was under a tornado watch, and Mom called Bird to let her know that there were tornadoes on the ground in PA. (Bird lives over the border in PA.) Of course, those tornadoes were two and three hours away, but they were on the ground! Mom gets a little...over-anxious about these things.

So I got home, rushed right past the Gecko to get socks and change into my sneakers and take off my jewelry and grab my raincoat and get back out to get Jack around the block...and we got as far as the parking lot at the end of the block where we cut over to the next street and it started to rain. And by "rain," I mean "the heavens opened and all the waters of the world fell down upon us, yea, and also did blow the winds, so that there were white-caps on the puddles." Jack and I were both drenched pretty much immediately, and to get home, we had to turn back into it because it was coming from the west(ish) and we were walking east. It blew my hood off right away, and Jack was simultaneously trying to huddle on the ground and shelter behind me. We passed a bush he usually pees on, and he headed straight for it; I thought he was going to pee again, but instead he tried to crawl under it. He was quite put out with me for insisting that we go home, but he was probably even more relieved than I was when we got there. He looked like a drowned rat and there was so much water in my sneakers that they sloshed. I'll be wearing something else for morning walkies. My pants were so wet that I had to wring them out in the tub and hang them in the bathroom to dry. My socks...well, I just tossed them into the tub. We were a seriously bedraggled pair.

I've been caught out in the rain before, but never such a deluge with such high winds. It was...unpleasant, and Jack's obvious anxiety wasn't helping.

But at least the smell of wet dog overpowered the smell of unwashed Gecko, so....

Well, Now

Apr. 7th, 2017 08:01 am
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Jack seems to be wearing his Anxious Pants. He kept me awake until well after midnight last night, wandering around the bedroom and panting. I did let him out once, and he went over to the fence and lifted his leg, but after that, I just left the door open for him to come and go as he pleased. He did crawl back up on his bench a couple of times, and he didn't try to get into bed with me (so I guess the bench works, yay), but all the panting and wandering and flopping and getting up and standing and panting and flopping and getting up and...just kept me awake. This morning he is following me around and not letting me out of his sight (as much as he can with bathroom doors and showers and such involved). I suspect I'm going to give him a couple of Benadryl before I leave for work. I suppose it's pointless to leave a note for the Gecko telling her to pay attention to him today.

I had sort of half-planned to go out to see Kong this weekend, but if Jack's having an Anxious Episode, I should stay home -- to protect the house. I really need a therapy dog for my dog. Let this be a lesson to you, boys and girls: Don't break up a bonded pair. If I'd known Jack was that attached to his brother (not a littermate, so far as I know), I'd've never taken him. I didn't want both, because they were advertised as trouble-makers. Yeah, well. Together, they couldn't have been as much trouble as Jack by himself....

I was all set to close up shop at LJ, but it turns out I just renewed my paid account. I knew that I had, but didn't realize that it wasn't several months ago. I hate to waste the money, but on the other hand.... Well. I'll think about it. Right now probably isn't the time to try to import to DW, anyway; the servers will be overloaded. Though I wonder how an import would work -- or if it would -- when I did an import a few years ago and have cross-posted most of my entries since then. Not all. Not any of the photo-a-day posts or the LJ Idol posts (for this season, anyway); those were posted straight to LJ.

On a related note, turns out that I did claim Linithiliel over there (long enough ago that I had forgotten; I'll have to try an assortment of passwords to see if I can log in), though I will probably stick with MalinaldaRose as my main journal.

It is snowing right now. I am Not Pleased. Per the weather wiseacres, there's a Winter Weather Advisory posted for today. Bleah.

I finished Equal Rites last night. This is the book that introduced Granny Weatherwax. I very much enjoyed it. I think I'm going to skip over to the Vlad Taltos series for a couple of books, though, and start re-reading those. This is apparently going to be a Grand Re-Reading Year, because I also have plans to re-read The Belgariad (and possibly The Malloreon).

Right. Time to fuss with my hair (which is currently wrapped up in a towel and precariously balanced on top of my head).
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I am still not receiving comment notifications. It's very odd. A few old ones did trickle in this morning. Usually these sorts of things don't affect me...or they never used to, anyway.

Which reminds me: my LJ will be fifteen years old this year. Fifteen. And, lo, I boggle.

It has been a pretty day. The sun has shone most of the day, and it's been in the upper 50s. I think tomorrow is supposed to be warmer, but rainy. Not that it matters, since I'll be stuck in a fabric-covered box all day.

It has also been a particulary weird day. I woke up this morning from another dream about guest-starring HTWIWM. Yesterday morning, he was leaving me in possession of yet another semi-ruined house. This morning, he and his Twinke were moving in with me. And I was okay with it. Even being friendly to Her Twinkness.

But then I woke up. Look at the clock and it was only 5:20. Cried a little. Went back to sleep and dreamed something better, and when I got up at nearly 7:00 a.m., felt much better about the world, though still lonely and a bit depressed.

While I was eating my breakfast, I logged onto FB and picked up a conversation with a friend via Messenger, and literally spent all morning talking to him. Well. Exchanging messages, but we had a pretty wide-ranging conversation. And in between messages, I read an entire novel-length Avengers fic. And then I read the 17K-world follow-up, and then I read the 7K-word follow-up to that. And then AO3 went down, so I walked the dog again.

And then I finished The Light Fantastic, which felt much more Discworldly to me than The Color of Magic. Next up: Equal Rites.

And now it's well after 6:00 p.m., and I've spent the entire day doing basically nothing. But I actually don't mind....

Jack and I nearly met yet another neighborhood dog this afternoon. Since I didn't jump on my treadmill this morning, I decided we'd better go for extra-long walkies this afternoon. We were getting near the far corner, where we haven't walked in ages, when I noticed that there was a loose dog cavorting with some kids a few houses up the street. Since you can't trust people who let their dogs out loose to corral them when someone comes walking by, I turned us around and headed home. I was annoyed.

And then the woman who used to have the fluffy white dog called admiring words about Jack, adding that he reminded her of a dog she had had. I restrained myself from snarling that I remembered her white fluffy dog very well, thank you, from the few times when he'd attacked me because he was also loose -- and territorial.

Well. Attacked might not be quite accurate. He menaced me -- rushed out into the road and snarled and wouldn't let me pass even though I was on the other side of the street. It was Bailey that he actually attacked, and fortunately, HTWIWM was with me at the time, and he managed to separate the dogs...just. And the stupid cow came running to get her white angel...but still wasn't careful about making sure he was secured when he was outside. (Their yard isn't fenced, and they tied him out in the front instead of the back.)

This week is my turn to work 9-5, so I am making a dinner that should last me through a big chunk of the week, but I also am thawing the liquid I drained off the hamburger when I made hamburger-and-rice for Jack when he was sick some months back, so I can make soup out of it. I'll toss either noodles or rice into it one night this week, and it'll be fine. Well. Maybe some bouillon. Or maybe not.

I'm starting to ramble, so it's time to go....
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This afternoon Jack and I met Flynn, the doberman who lives up the street. Flynn was out walking with his Boy who was entirely too small to be walking a full-grown doberman on his own, because when Flynn decided that he wanted to meet Jack, Flynn took off, dragging his Boy behind him. Unfortunately, the Boy tripped and fell, so Flynn was literally dragging him on his chest into the middle of the street, and that's where the kid stayed. Fortunately, Flynn stayed with him. I didn't want to make Flynn chase us, so I made Jack sit, and we all stayed there in a Doggy Stand Off until the Boy's mother ambled up the block to take charge of Flynn.

I have to stay that I was really impressed with the way she handed it, too. She didn't hurry; she didn't make any appearance of being worried or upset. She took charge of the dog, got the kid on his feet, and the whole time, she spoke in a soothing tone telling him how well he did, at the same time telling me that Flynn is a friendly dog.

Maybe, maybe not. People usually say that. I don't, but that's because I don't want people running up to my dog...though with Jack it wouldn't matter. He loves people. With some of my other dogs, it really did matter. Deuce hated kids, for instance, and I had an argument once with a woman who insisted on letting her grandkid stick his fingers through my back fence (they owned the lot on the other side), even when I told her that she needed to get him away from my dog. "Oh, it's fine! We have dogs, too!" Yeah, lady, I'm sure you do, but they're probably not gonna take the kid's fingers off! I ended up having to take the dog inside and keep her inside whenever they were around.

Anyway, I am partially to blame for the incident (with Flynn, that is); I should've turned around and gone the other way as soon as I spotted him and saw how big he was and that it was pretty obvious that the kid wasn't big enough to control him. At least the mother was actually paying attention.
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On Friday, I told the Gecko that she was going to have to listen for the furnace guy because he was going to come back to finish up the work (there was one more piece of duct to put in; he hadn't had a piece of the right size the night before). I told her that it wouldn't be that day because he was going to be out of town, but that she'd have to pay attention this week.

So yesterday, I asked her if there was any sign of him. Nope.

Today, I asked her if there was any sign of him. "Oh, yeah," she said. "I've been meaning to tell you since Friday. Somebody came to the house. I think it was him."

"Did he knock?"

"Yeah."

"Did you let him in?"

"Yeah."

"Did he go into the basement?"

"Yeah."

*sigh* So down into the basement I went, and sure enough, there was new ductwork down there. I didn't see it on Saturday because of the abyssmal lighting situation down there which I am still trying to fix.

I just...seriously? She couldn't tell me this on Friday? Or Monday? If I hadn't asked her, would she ever have mentioned it? (The answer to that question is no. No, she would not have, because she doesn't speak to me unless I first speak to her. I walk into my own home and she does not acknowledge me.)

And corollary: If a burglar had knocked at the door, would she have let him in?

Probably.
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I am lying in wait for Jack. He needs to have his flea stuff, and he needs a brushing as he is shedding again. Might as well get him riled up just the once. The thing is, he's afraid of the brushing. Or hates it, or something. In any case, whenever I kneel anywhere near him (because obviously, I have to kneel next to him to brush him), he literally runs away. I have had to chase him into my office, up the stairs, all around the house. So now, I come into my office, wait for him to get settled, then close the door. The brushes have been in here since yesterday. He also needs to have the literally shitty fur from when he was sick trimmed out of his leg fur but I think trying to get that will be pushing my luck. I actually think I need someone else to help hold him and keep his tail up and out of the way.

I have an extensive do-list for this weekend, but I don't expect to get everything done. Really, it's sort of a master do-list in which certain items will just keep getting entered onto new pages as I fill up old pages. I even bought a blank book for the purpose, just because it's nicer than having a cheap little spiral notebook sitting on my desk all the time. Yes, I am totally ridiculous. In any case, not only do I have chores that need to be completed, but a list of movies that I have to watch (since I'm keeping my DVDs in binders now, I tend to forget what I haven't yet watched), a list of writing that needs to be completed (like, say, this week's LJ Idol entry), and a list of books that I am Totally Gonna Read This Year, Just You Wait.

Today's ambitions, though, are to get Jack groomed and flea'd, then take care of the places in the basement where the cat has been peeing -- which are, of course, in tight spots around the furnace and the hot water tank, ugh -- and get the holiday decorations put away. Oh, and laundry, but since that hangs in the basement to dry, I need to get at the floor first. J1 contacted me about possibly selling my hoarded drywall to her folks, so they're going to be stopping by this afternoon.

My grandmother has been complaining about lack of space in her room for storing things, especially since my mother buys her stuff BJs. She lives in a single room now, she really doesn't have space to keep four boxes of Kleenex or three huge bottles of lotion, but my mom just takes everything in and dumps it in her room. She has a superfluous chair in her room. It's a nice chair that she brought from home -- or it was, at any rate, but isn't any longer, as the side is wobbly and not suitable for Gram to use because she has to have sturdy arms to push herself up against. So the chair was tossed into a corner by the door and just has stuff piled on it. I have suggested to my mother that we take that chair out and put in a cupboard or bookcase, and Mom has left it up to me to convince Gram. She says that if she suggests it, Gram will reject it out of hand -- and she probably will, since she and my mother can't seem to ever get along. I tried to get my aunt and uncle to just help me haul the chair out of there, but they weren't interested. We could take it back to the house...or it could just go straight to the dump. The house is probably simpler; we can put it right back into the space it came out of until it's time to finally clean the house out. Gram has been making noises about selling the place, but I don't think she quite understands what that would entail. Just inventorying her collection of angel and bird figurines would take an entire day, for instance.

Ah, well. That's something for another day. Right now, I think Jack has had sufficient lulling-into-a-false-sense-of-security. Time to deploy the Furminator.
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Still cold. Cut walkies short again when Jack decided he needed to get ice out from between his toes right now. Wasn't quite the cold paw dance, but close. It is, however, supposed to start getting warmer and be nearly 40° by the end of the week. Unless the long range forecast has changed again. It does do that.

It snowed a lot more yesterday than walkies would indicate; we probably got two or three inches. Not enough for me to bother going out to clear it because the van will go through it just fine. But I did notice on afternoon walkies yesterday that mine was the only driveway on the block that wasn't cleared, and it just reminds me once again how everyone is oh, so eager to help the elderly widow, but no one gives a fuck about the middle-aged divorcee. Not, mind you, that I begrudge the help that everyone gives Mrs. T. She's a nice lady, and I'm glad people help her. It's just...sometimes I get tired of having to do absolutely everything for myself, especially when some of these things didn't used to be my responsibility.

Yeah, every time I clear the driveway or mow the lawn, I curse the ex-husband. Even after so many years, he is constantly in my thoughts. And I haven't the spare cash to hire these things done for me.

Which leads me to a resolution I'm toying with: Not to buy any new books this year, but read what's already on my shelves. I have a terrible, terrible habit of buying multiple books whenever I go near a book store (or garage sale, or rummage sale, or....) and then not reading them. Every time I cull my bookshelves (which only happens every few years), I end up culling books I've had for twenty years and never read. I am not totally resolved on such a thing, though. I mean, for one thing, it would be even more difficult for me than Getting More Exercise and Eating Healthy. Maybe I could try it until July? First six months? First three months? Until Valentine's Day? The rest of this month? No books today. Let's try that....

I do, however, need to buy Jack some flea stuff, as I'm out again. Fortunately, they carry the stuff at WickedMart now, so I don't have to drive all the way out to the vet's office. I do think it's cheaper at the vet's office (you get more doses, for one thing), but I don't like going out there in the winter if I don't have to, since it's way the heck out in the country, and depending on the roads and/or traffic, can take as much as half an hour to get there from my house. Whereas WickedMart is much closer. Sometimes, paying more is actually worth it in time and effort saved.

Today at work, I need to get to my recerts. If I need to request additional information on any of them, those letters need to go out today or tomorrow (have to allow ten days to get stuff in), because Last Day is next Friday. (Already? How do these things happen?)

Which means that I also need to find a birthday gift for my father, as next Friday is his birthday.
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As of this morning, Jack is back to normal. I was beginning to be seriously concerned, because one hears horror stories of dogs that don't poo only to find out that their intestines are twisted or that they have horrific blockages, and all of those stories end with the death of the dog. But Jack is okay. Whew. He's a complete pain in the ass, but I do adore his furry little self.

It is still quite cold; the weather seers said it was 9° this morning before dawn when we went walkies. I didn't catch the wind chill, but there was wind, and it was chilled. Enough so that I cut walkies short this morning. Not as absolutely short as I sometimes do; I just did the small loop that we do in the afternoon (cutting through a parking lot) instead of the larger loop we normally do in the mornings (all the way down to the main road and across parallel to the parking lot, then back home -- it's not a huge difference, but it does cut five or six minutes off the walk).

Today, I should probably do a few more things than I did yesterday. I didn't do any laundry for one thing. On the other hand...I could get by without doing the laundry, so maybe I won't bother until next weekend. I spent nearly the whole day yesterday binge-watching Emergency! some more. Yeah, I know. I'm kinda obsessed with it, and I'm not really sure why; nattering on )

Weird what sticks with you.

In other news, it is currently snowing, but it was snowing when Jack and I went walkies an hour and a half or so ago. In fact, we were out before the plow this morning. Jack was so pleased that I finally allowed him to check out the yard where the new beagle gets his/her outings, but it was only because I saw the plow turning the corner and I really didn't feel like getting run over by it. So we stopped under the light pole which is oddly situated halfway up the yard and waited for the plow to pass. But that meant that Jack got to take in All The Smells. So he was happy.

My brother got back to me on the diet Coke issue: he never touches my fridge, so he'll ask the Gecko about it. I've never set her father on her before, so I'm a little curious to see how this plays out. I'm certain she'll deny it, but unless Jack has developed the ability to a) open the fridge, b) pick out just the diet Coke, c) open cans, and d) destroy or hide the evidence, then it has to be her, as she is the only other person in the house. I'm especially interested in light of him admitting to me the other day that she'd be useless to keep an eye on Jack while he was sick (for which reason I took the day off so I could watch him myself).
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It is face-hurty, snow-squeaky, nose-freezey cold out there. It was brilliantly sunny for a while, then about an hour ago, the sun disappeared. I think we're still under a lake effect snow warning until tomorrow evening. We don't actually need more snow, in my not so humble opinion.

And speaking of snow, my brother apparently ran the snowblower for me yesterday even though the driveway didn't really need it. Or at least that's how I interpret the tracks in the driveway. There was barely half an inch out there. Hardly worth bothering. I'm wondering, of course, how he got it to run. Or, alternatively, what I was doing wrong that it wouldn't work for me last week.

Earlier this afternoon, I sent him a message asking him if he took the last two diet Cokes out of my fridge. I'm 99.9% sure it wasn't him, though. I'm pretty sure it was the Gecko, pilfering as usual. And, yes, I know I said I was going to get a lock for the fridge, but I keep thinking of how inconvenient it would be for me -- as if having things disappearing wasn't itself inconvenient. Apparently, I'm going to have to confront her over every single thing she steals, since she hasn't touched the milk since I confronted her over that -- but she started taking soda. Or maybe she was taking it all along, and I only really started to notice because I don't buy diet Coke that often (I prefer diet Dr. Pepper).

My sister tells me that the Lizard has finally admitted to herself that the Gecko (who is actually the eldest Gecko) will never be able to support herself or really function properly in society. What that means in the long run, I do not know. The best thing for her would be to get her diagnosed with whatever disorder she has (and she does) and get her on SSI so she'd at least have some income. Then when they kick it, she can go into a group home. I hope they are not pinning their hopes on me supporting her, because as soon as I no longer need her to keep Jack company, I will no longer allow her in my house. Although knowing my brother and his wife, they are absolutely counting on either my parents, my sister, or me to take care of her; these are the idiots who kept trying to have a son in the hope that they would inherit my paternal grandfather's millions, after all. (The only son they had was born at five months' gestation and lived half an hour; my grandfather never had millions, and even if he did, his estate would have gone to his three children (and did, what there was), not to them.) But you can't explain that sort of thing to them; they know best.

As for the other two...well, the middle one is in GED classes and actually looking for work. The youngest is still in school, but has regular therapy appointments.

I'm beginning to worry a bit about Jack. He hasn't had diarrhea in a couple of days, but he also -- so far as I know -- hasn't pooed at all. We'll see how this afternoon's walkies goes.

My sister's new in-laws are both in the hospital. On Tuesday, her father-in-law was having a stress test and had a heart attack, and when they went out to the waiting room to let her mother-in-law know, she also had one. He's in ICU, but hers was apparently less serious. Meanwhile, Number 5, who is an OTR truck driver is stranded in Nebraska with a breakdown. Or, more accurately, brakedown. Or so I gather. MyAuntie, who doesn't like him at all, points out that he gets broken down out west a lot, and she wonders how many wives he actually has. His truck does seem to break down every other trip or so.

I have no ambition this weekend. I got groceries this morning, then changed the kitty litter, then noodled around on the computer. The only other work I did today was to pay my grandmother's bills for her and to wash the dishes. I did write MyAuntie a letter -- it seemed only proper to respond in kind to her actual snail mail thank you note.

It's a good thing that I saw someone mention Emerald City yesterday afternoon; I didn't know it was supposed to start last night. I also didn't know that it was a short series; I thought it was just a TV movie. In any case, I did watch it last night, and I am intrigued...although I'm betting that Dorothy will end up being the Witch of the South's child. Glinda kept bugging me; she reminded me of someone and I couldn't figure out who, so I looked the actress up, but that didn't help. Then it occurred to me a little bit ago that it was Jean Marsh as Queen Bavmorda in Willow. Weird.

I do believe that I am going to retreat to the couch with either a book or some DVDs, and hope that I can get my feet warm. Oh, wait. Nearly 4:00 p.m. Actually, I'm going to walk Jack. Then retreat to the couch....
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Jack seems to be over his indisposition -- although he woke me up this morning at 4:30 by hacking up a hairball. No, that's not quite accurate. I was already awake, having forced myself to wake up as a dream tornado was bearing down on me. (I find tornadoes to be the scariest natural occurrence, probably due to seeing The Wizard of Oz as a Very Young Child.) It was actually about ten minutes later that Jack yarked. So I cleaned that up, and decided there was no point whatsoever in going back to bed for twenty minutes, so proceeded with the morning routine.

Jack also yarked his pills this morning, but didn't yark his breakfast, so I gave him replacement pills a little bit ago.

I am going to work this morning. In fact, I am going in early, and I am going out right now to get the car started and warmed up -- it's 9-fucking-degrees-Fahrenheit out there -- but at least there's no wind. Right. Back now.

Jack keeps following me because he understands what the turning the radio on and what the ironing board both mean. Woman is Leaving. Probably Forever. Woe. But may if I follow her everywhere she goes, she'll take me with her!

Yeah, not so much.

Yesterday was, as expected, a quiet day. Also as expected, my brother did not get my message telling him not to bother bringing the Gecko down...and when I explained to him that I was staying home so as to keep a close eye on Jack, he even admitted that the Gecko would be useless as "her face is always in her game." (She has some handheld gaming system which is always on, even when her face is stuck in her laptop.)

I had hoped to be able to write a leisurely LJ Idol entry yesterday (the deadline is this evening), but instead, my brain was eaten up by a fic I'd been working on -- plus, this week's topic (a Wayne Gretsky quote) wasn't easy, and I didn't want to do something as obvious as write about hockey...since I included baseball in the brushback pitch topic. Eventually, after considerable worrying at it, I thought I might be able to do a Sal Alarra/Lightcastle Station piece about how Sal knew the station well enough (having been a maintenance worker for years) to know what was going to fail during the war and shore it up, but that didn't really work even in my head. And then, just like lightning -- say, 1.21 gigawatts' worth -- my brain put together a few words from the quote, along with something I saw on Tumblr (that I think originally came from Twitter) about 2016, and the damned thing fell out of my fingers in fifteen minutes and I posted it right away -- too fast, as it turned out I did have a typo in one spot and a wrong word in another, both of which I corrected.

Weird how that works sometimes.

So that means I don't have to think about it today while I'm working, but can give my whole attention to the thrice-damned case I was going to work on yesterday. I want to get that sucker on my supervisor's desk by the end of the day. By noon would be better, which is part of the reason I'm going in early. If I can get some of the daily routine work out of the way, then I'll have a chance of finishing that case. It's probably not as complicated as I'm fearing; most of the work has already been done; I really just need to do the final calculations and the letters and write out the data entry.

At least...that's what I'm hoping, anyway.

Right. Time to go clean the car off now that it's been running for a few minutes.

My Jeans

Dec. 27th, 2016 03:54 pm
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I finally bought a pair of flannel-lined jeans last winter after coveting them for over a decade. It seemed to me that they were just too expensive at $50 a pair when I was used to paying half that for jeans. But it was cold, so I did, and I was very disappointed in them. Maybe the flannel was thicker when they first caught my attention, or maybe it wasn't. But they didn't seem all that much thicker -- and no warmer -- than regular jeans.

After months of not wearing them, I squeezed myself into them this afternoon because I am going to a movie tonight (Rogue One, which seems...slightly ironic given this afternoon's news), and the theater is notoriously cold. I am wearing the jeans because they are more respectable than sweatpants. Though I do have a pair of reasonably thick knit pants that are sweatpant waist, but don't have gathered ankles (and what's up with that, anyway?) that I sometimes wear. The problem with those is that they make me look like an old lady. Of course, the problem with the jeans is that they make me feel like a sausage.

Oh, well.

I don't even have to leave the house for another three hours and a bit, but I wanted to get dressed and give Jack a chance to settle down again before I go out. This will be the first movie I've seen without a sitter since the beginning of last month when he backslid so thoroughly, so I'm actually nervous about it. I will probably leave the TV on with Netflix playing some TV show or other (since it will just automatically go on to the next episode) because it turns out that the cable will actually shut itself off if you don't hit a key on the remote from time to time -- because apparently real people never just sit and watch the same channel for hours on end. I think he'll be okay; if I didn't, I'd make other arrangements. Of course, I thought he'd be okay when I went to see Doctor Strange and I arrived home to an even larger hole in my laundry room wall, so....

I am also totally typing this simply to while away the time until I'm ready to take him for his afternoon walk. He doesn't need any more reinforcement of the idea that me putting on my shoes or messing with my purse means that I am leaving the house -- or that he is, too.
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Yesterday started out fairly busy, but ended up low key. I loaded Jack into the van (he very much knows what "Do you want to go for a ride?" means) and we Went Places. He was very well-behaved. I went into K-Mart and when I came out, I heard barking, but it turned out not to be Jack. Two other dogs were right next to each other and barking. Jack was only standing on the back seat craning his neck to see what was going on. He might have started barking had I been a few minutes longer...or he might not. He's not much of a barker, really.

Then we had to go uptown to the Eye Place so I could pick up contact lenses. I was ever so pleased that my insurance covered them -- I thought this was the off-year. (They only cover every other year -- and only contacts or glasses, not both.) Since we were uptown, we went to the uptown grocery store, which I never go to, but for which I had a $15 gift certificate. The union has always given us gift certificates to the grocery store that I go to, but this year, they used the other store. I guess there are more options in the county for that, but I was still annoyed. I never go there unless I'm buying cheese for MyAuntie. So I bought basically junk: a loaf of bakery bread, a muffin, a tin of Piroulines, a tub of Old York, some chicken fingers from the deli. I don't even like going into that place. When I was a little girl, it was a grocery store called Leo's and one night, Leo's burned down -- but not all the way. The building was rehabbed and reopened as a grocery store, though I don't think it was reopened as Leo's. In any case, I was quite young and convinced that any building where there had once been a fire could catch fire again at any time. So I was really afraid to go in there, and that has translated into a distaste for the place as an adult, which I could easily overcome if they had a decent selection of merchandise, but they don't. They don't even have any decent chocolate. Well, they have Lindt bars, but nothing that I wanted.

After that, we had to run out to the V-E-T's office to get some Dasuquin for Jack (it's a glucosamine cocktail for dogs, and he is of that age now), then stopped at the bank on the way home to cash a check. We were still in the east end of town when Jack suddenly yarked on the seat. He doesn't get carsick, so I'm not certain what that's all about. I could see him doing something in the rearview mirror, but I was in traffic and couldn't look, but when we got home, I discovered that he had pulled the towel down and balled it up around the vomit, so it was all a nice, neat little package, then he'd settled right back down on the seat (on the other towel). Clever boy! When we got home, I shook it out into the side yard (to the later delight of the crows), and tossed the towel right in the washer.

The rest of the day was spent looking for photos to put into some collage frames I want to get up before Sunday -- trying to choose just eight photos from my Italy trip was so difficult. I could do a collage of architectural details, or doors, or even just lions. So many lions -- the symbol of St. Mark. I ended up picking a couple of views of Venice (the classic view of the Grand Canal from the Rialto Bridge, and a shot of moored gondolas), the Leaning Tower of Pisa, a doorway in Orvieto, a shot of the Colisseum from below, a madonna sculpture in Siena, a castley shot from San Gimignano, and my "Narnia" shot from Lucca. Then I had to pick eight shots from Alaska for the other collage frame. That was a bit easier -- far fewer photos from which to choose, for one thing. And it occurred to me that I don't think I bought professional prints of my photos from our trip to Montreal, because I considered putting those into the remaining frame instead of Alaska, but couldn't find a photo album. Unless it's in the Spare Oom. I should look there before I hang the frames...which is a project for today. And it will definitely be a project.

Last evening, BFT and I went out to dinner and exchanged Yule gifts. She got me a book on fantasy photography and a very pretty red-and-gold frame for a photo of my own. I will have to choose carefully. She was thrilled with both her graduation gift and her Yule gifts. She had admired an hourglass in Barnes & Noble as far back as her birthday; she almost bought it on my birthday trip, but elected to buy a less expensive compass, instead, so I bought her the hourglass as her graduation gift. Timepieces are traditional graduation gifts, right? And then some other stuff I found for Yule. It was a successful exchange.

I don't have to go out today, so I will probably brush Jack. He hates being brushed -- I think he's afraid of it. Certainly whenever I kneel anywhere near him, he gets up and runs away. So I will have to sneak the brushes into my office, then come in and play a couple of games of Solitaire or something so that he settles down near me, then betray him by closing the door and deploying the brushes. He won't even take treats from me when I'm done. Well, he'll take them, but he drops them on the floor and runs away. It's kind of heart-breaking. But he needs to be brushed before I bother vacuuming or dusting anywhere else in the house because he is blowing his coat.

There is a mouse (or vole, or squirrel, or chipmunk, or bat) living in the wall between my office and the stairwell. When I am at my desk around 5:30 p.m. or so, I can hear it scratching around in there. I will be deploying the trap in the upstairs not-bathroom this morning, though I have no indication that it's leaving the wall before it gets to the attic. I don't think it's coming up from the basement, because I have heard scratching in the attic. I think it's coming down from above. Well, we'll see if I catch anything. I hate going into the bathroom; getting in there is a complicated process because of how I had to engineer a temporary wall to keep the cats out of there. Which means unless I hear rattling, I will probably only check the trap once a day.
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  • This morning I am feeling as though I may as well max out my credit cards and eat nothing but chocolate for every meal because we're all going to be dead by this time next year anyway.

  • Jack seems to have settled down from whatever the hell was bugging him on Sunday. I wonder if he chucked his meds on Sunday morning and I just didn't see them while I was cleaning up the mess. Normally when he chucks in the morning, I can clearly see the completely-undigested-capsules and I give him more. I did think at the time that it was odd he'd yarked and managed to hang onto his pills. Either he digested them Really Fast or I just didn't see them.

  • I have discovered the reason why it smelled like cat urine halfway up the stairs: Kethri has been going behind my treadmill and peeing in the corner at the base of the stairwell wall. Last night, I saw her do it. I cleaned the spot with bleach water (heavy on the bleach) and rearranged things so that I don't think she can get back in there. Later this week, when I'm off, I'll go out and get some enzymatic cleaner and douse the spot. I'll need to get the $20 jug of it, since I still need to mop the basement floor with it.

  • Emergency! has been marked by Netflix as going away effective 1/1. I am displeased because I am only halfway through the second season and even if I did nothing else on vacation, I don't think I'd finish the series by then.

  • I am very tired this morning. Yesterday, I was going through some bank statements in the afternoon and I seriously thought I was going to end up facedown and snoring in them. I was so sleepy. Well, Jack didn't settle down until after midnight then so that might be part of it, but this morning, I have no excuse.

  • There is a friending frenzy going on. I would like to participate, but I'm not really good with new friends. I start out well enough, but....

  • It is face-achingly cold this morning: only about 5°. It's supposed to get up near freezing today, but it's also supposed to be windy. Yay.

  • I don't want to see my family this weekend. None of them. Not even Grama. I wonder what MyAuntie and Nuncle would say if I just showed up at their doorstep on Christmas Eve.

  • I know what my mother would say....
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I have a lot of Christmas music on CD. It's a toss-up as to whether my favorites are Loreena McKennitt and Straight No Chaser or Christmas All-Time Greatest Records, Volume 1 and Volume 2. Those are the Christmas songs I grew up with (minus Jingle Bones). My parents had a stereo, but it never got used except at Christmas, when Mom would load it with a stack of Christmas records and just let it play for hours. The modern equivalent would be an mp3 player playlist, I suppose. I have a CD-player with a six-disk changer, so I basically do what my mother did, except with slightly more updated music: the aforementioned Loreena McKennitt and SNC, plus Pentatonix.

And there are some creepy, creepy Christmas tunes out there, let me tell you. "I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus?" Future serial killer right there. "Mary, Did You Know?" When you kiss your little baby, you kiss the face of God? Ugh. "The Cherry Tree Carol?" Worst of the bunch. Mary's fetus commanding trees to give her cherries. Gross.

Anyway. It is my 9-5 week, so I have a little time in the mornings -- and none in the evenings. I get home and have to immediately think of dinner, so I generally discuss it with Jack while we're going walkies. He doesn't actually care what I make for dinner -- he knows what he's having. Last night, I had some of that leftover lasagna from Thanksgiving. Probably the same tonight. Though I do have lunch meat and tomatoes and sourdough bread, so I will probably make some variety of melty sandwiches at some point.

Jack seems to be doing a bit better again. He hasn't tried to get into bed with me the last couple of nights -- a true relief, let me tell you. I was actually asleep when my alarm clock went off this morning. I have no idea what the problem might have been, and I might not have any idea even if I'd had him from a pup. I'm just glad he seems to be settling again. Of course, the real test will be to leave him alone long enough to see a movie. On Saturday, I left him while I went for a grocery run, but every time I left the house after that -- and I went out a few times -- I took him with me. He does like going for rides.

I have a new couch. Well, new-ish. My mother asked me a couple of weeks ago if I'd like a couch that is only three years old -- she said it was in the way of putting up the Christmas tree. Presumably, she is planning to either get a new couch after Christmas, or has decided that she only needs one after all (she's had two in the living room for ages). I told her that if I could figure out what to do with my existing couch, I would take hers. A few days later, it occurred to me that it could go in the breezeway, as I'll need furniture out there...and on Sunday, my dad called and said that as soon as he could round up my brother, they'd be down to move furniture. I was not, of course, ready for that, but I managed to get a space made in the breezeway, so it all worked out. And now I have a new couch. It's a dusty dark sage green, so it goes well with my living room. Not that it matters, because I immediately put my purple coverings on it. It's not the couch I would have chosen for myself, but it'll do, and it's a vast improvement over the one I had that was second-hand eighteen years ago and which Garion tried to eat all by himself when he was a puppy, sixteen years ago.

Speaking of my brother, he told me on Sunday that the Gecko had an appointment yesterday afternoon and would have to leave early. Because it's my 9-5 week, I knew I wouldn't be allowed to leave early, and said so. He offered to leave the Gecko's next-youngest sister with Jack when he picked up the Gecko. Now, the Middle Gecko is an actual-facts sets-fires-in-her-bedroom psycho, and I absolutely do not want her in my house. The Eldest Gecko is bad enough, but the Middle Gecko steals more than food. She has stolen jewelry from both my mother and my grandmother, and actually stole money from Grama's purse -- and admitted to it, proudly. It was to the point where Gram told them that they couldn't be inside her house unless she was (she used to watch them after school).

And then there's the fire-setting (though I don't think she's done that of late).

So I told him we'd just manage, thank you very much, but when I mentioned it to the Eldest Gecko at lunchtime, she said her dad was going to reschedule her appointment. Okay. Fine by me, then. Turns out the Middle Gecko ended up in the hospital yesterday from an upper respiratory infection combined with her asthma, anyway. I'm afraid I didn't evince any proper auntly concern. I tried. Didn't take. Alas. Ah, well. We all know what a wretched excuse for a human I am. Just ask Jack.
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It's going to be a busy day. I have had so many things to do of late that I did not get the back part of the house cleaned up for today's feast. And so I must shortly get started on that. The laundry room, kitchen, bathroom, and back room must all be cleaned, and that will take me hours. I am so looking forward to it, and all so relatives can sit at my dining room table and fight. Yay. (They won't mean to, but my mother and my grandmother can't seem to breathe the same air, so they will inevitably fight over something.)

At least I have tomorrow off, too, to make up for it.

I was so pleased earlier this week because I thought we'd gotten the problem with Jack trying to get into bed with me licked, but that is apparently not the case; he kept me awake most of last night, and the night before. The bench is great; he likes being up on the bench, but he wants the bed, and though I've always drawn the line at dogs on the furniture, I suspect I'm going to give in soon just so that I can get some sleep.

He is also still not to be trusted alone in the house. I arrived home yesterday (or possibly the day before) to find that he had battered down the child gate blocking Kethri's entrance to the Spare Oom -- the window there looks out over the driveway, and I think he wanted to see if I had really driven away and left him. I moved the gate; the next time he tries to batter it down (or perhaps he just went over it, and kicked it down on his way), he'll have to take out the doorframe.

(And he probably will.)

He seems worse this autumn than he did last autumn.

Because the DM (the former friend who made my divorce all about him) does not seem to grasp the concept of private messages on Facebook, I know that HTWIWM will be in town tomorrow. I have some very complicated feelings about that. Because I am weak and wibbly, I would like to see him to cry all over him. Because I have survived all this time, I would like to parade that in front of him. And because I am also angry, I would like to haul off and smack him a few times. Neither of those things will happen, of course, because I will not see him.

And that is the thing I suppose I will be thankful for today....

Well, and maybe pie. I hope there's pie later to make up for the sheer amount of work I now have to do.
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  • I did a fair amount of work yesterday: laundry, changed kitty litter, cleaned the gutters I can reach, swapped screens for storms where able, paid bills for myself and Gram, filed the paperwork that has been accumulating for the last three months. Not a bad list of cross offs.

  • Discovered that there is nothing wrong with Kethri. Well. Nothing wrong-er. She has just been peeing in the Spare Oom, instead of her litter boxes. I finally found at least one spot by getting down on my hands and knees and running my hand over the carpet. I cleaned it up with my little spot vac, and will have to stop and get that pet urine remover stuff on Monday. In the meantime, I put up a child gate, which would never have stopped her even as little as a year ago, but which she is no longer agile enough to jump over. I heard her failing to do so yesterday, and shortly after that, the litter box started being used again.

  • It is snowing. I hate snow.

  • Jack, however, loves it. He was trying to roll in it this morning during walkies. I wouldn't let him because I am mean. I made him wait until we got home, then I let him out in the backyard.

  • My Trump-supporter, control freak neighbor (The Gossip) was out walking his dog as well, and he blathered something about cleaning off the car before going to church. "Yeah, I'm not going to church," I told him -- mostly because I couldn't figure out whether he was offering to clean mine off or just talking about his own. "I'm thinking pancakes and hot chocolate instead." Given the close eye he seems to keep on the neighborhood, you'd think he'd've realized after sixteen years that I don't go out on Sunday mornings.

  • I am probably going to put up the Christmas tree today. I didn't bother last year, and my grandmother was disappointed. Gram is coming over on Thursday for dinner, so I guess the tree is going up today. I might even have enough ornaments to put up both trees, but I'm not sure about that. (I have two tabletop-size trees because I bought a pre-lit one last year because I was tired of messing with the light strings. And then I didn't put either tree up.)

  • I want to finish putting the DVDs into binders, though, so I guess that's this morning's project -- though I should be working on my Idol entry. But I've got nothing on that topic. Not a great way to begin the competition.

  • I didn't give Jack any benadryl last night; it doesn't seem to make any difference. (Nor does the far more expensive Rimadyl, for that matter.) He was bugging me again. And when he wandered downstairs, I closed the door behind him...which was great until I heard a thump from downstairs and found that he'd tried to get at the library window again. The thump was the stack of stuff I'm selling on eBay falling over, because of course it was. He doesn't seem to have done any damage to any of that, though frankly, I'd rather he tore all of that stuff up -- and some of it is pretty valuable -- than clawing or eating the house.

  • It just occurred to me that maybe I should douse that window frame in Bitter Apple. I think I have a bottle around here somewhere, though it's probably a decade old.

  • Some years back, I bought a pretty green padded bench with Queen Anne legs and rolled ends at a garage sale for $20. It has been in the library ever since, but last night, I sacrificed it to the cause of Getting Some Fucking Sleep and took it upstairs. I spread the blankie on it that came with Jack when I brought him home, and after the Library Incident, I called him upstairs and invited him to get up on it, which he did after I assured him that I actually meant it. He curled up and I got back into bed...and even though he eventually got down, he left me alone for the rest of the night. So much so, in fact, that it was nearly two hours after my normal time that I got up. So...a cautious huzzah?

  • I have eBay auctions ending around lunchtime; I finally hauled out a bunch of stuff that was left in my house over a decade ago and am selling it. I'm hoping that the auctions take off in the next few hours because Jack needs to have his teeth cleaned, and that's expensive because it involves anesthesia. Also, my property taxes will be due at the end of January, and that's going to be $1,200, and I have no idea where the money is going to come from. Oh, wait -- eBay auctions....

  • I do believe that I'm going to go make some chocolate chip pancakes.
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I've just changed the litter boxes for this week, and I'm concerned about Kethri. I found no evidence that she had peed in the litter boxes in a couple of days. I took a clump out of the box upstairs maybe yesterday morning, maybe the morning before that. There was nothing in the boxes downstairs. So either she is peeing somewhere that I am not finding -- entirely possibe -- or there is something wrong. I'm going to keep an eye on it today. She doesn't seem to be in any distress, but that doesn't really mean anything.

As for Jack.... He had a vet appointment the other evening. My vet is on my FB friends list and she had seconded a suggestion that I give him Benadryl at night to calm him down...and that next day, he tore into the window in the library while the dogsitter was sitting in the living room. When I PMed her about upping his Prozac dose, she said she wanted to see him first to see if there was a physical cause for his sudden backsliding. So in we went.

He does have some stiffness in his neck, and she wasn't pleased with his behavior -- he was subdued and trying to hide between me and the exam table -- and she's worried that The Gecko is misuing him. If I find out the Gecko is misusing him, I'll misuse her. She suggested that a nannycam might be in order. She did wonder if the Gecko was leaving the house and leaving Jack here alone, or if she might be having people in. She hasn't ever met the Gecko, I don't think, so she doesn't understand the true Useless Lumpness of her. She is the Platonic Ideal of an Object At Rest. She might as well be named Inertia. So, no, she's not leaving the house unless someone is picking her up (she can't drive), and it appears that all of her friends are imaginary, so it's unlikely that anyone is coming in, unless its her psychopath sister (the one who was setting fires in her bedroom). (Mind you, there's nothing wrong, per se, with imaginary friends; most of mine are imaginary, just as I'm imaginary to them.)

In any case, she wanted to try Jack on Dasuquin and Rimadyl before upping his Prozac to see if maybe it's pain that's making him act out. The neck stiffness could be arthritis and he could be acting out in the fall because the colder weather is exacerbating it. We'll see. It's certainly not calming him down at night. He's still trying to climb into bed with me, and the last couple of nights, he's also been wandering up and down the stairs when I refuse to let him into the bed. I suppose I'm going to end up turning the bed so that he can get in on the other side by himself, unless I can train him to come up on the end and curl up on the passenger side corner. It would be really nice to get a full night's sleep again.

She did observe that he has bonded nicely to me. I was concerned about that.

Night before last, First Boyfriend and BFT came over after they got out of work and we sat around the dining room table with a pizza and talked and laughed all evening. It was Really Nice, and I might see if I can convince them we should do it more often.

It did highlight a stark difference between me and my closest friends, though. We're all in social service jobs, but they're all in them because it's their passion. I'm in mine because I fell into it and found the pay and benefits to be acceptable, even if the job was soul-sucking. (Though it wasn't when I was just a clerk. I loved it when I was a clerk. But I needed a promotion to pay the rent, and....) I would still prefer to be a full-time novelist. Ah, well. Never gonna happen.

Last night, BFT and the J-sisters and I went to see Fantastic Beasts. The theater was less crowded than I expected, but probably a lot of people were in the 3D version instead. It was interesting to see the Wizarding World from an adult point of view. Read more... )

Today...well, it's Saturday, and even though I snuck out last evening and did a flying grocery run after my sister arrived to sit with Jack for the evening, I still have a ton of things to do. The back of the house has to be deep-cleaned because I am definitely hosting Thanksgiving dinner next Thursday. Fortunately, my mother has decided to have lasagna instead of a full-on turkey dinner, which is good, because Gram complains all the time about how she has a full-on turkey dinner at the facility, then comes here and has another. Plus, it's a helluva lot easier to clean up, and less for Mom and Dad to haul.

Not only that, but I haven't swapped out the screens for the storm windows yet, and the gutters that I can reach need cleaning, and I have to write checks, and clean up the library and put the curtain that Jack pulled down back, and do the laundry, and just so much else.

And then there's LJ Idol. I completely flaked on reading and voting last week, and didn't even realize that a new topic was up until a day later. So I've got to do that, as well.

Heigh ho. Guess I'd better get at it....
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I am working 9-5 today, so I have a little bit of time this morning...and I should probably be putting it to a more productive use than nattering on LJ, but there you have it.

Jack was a little calmer overnight than he has been. He did still try to get in bed with me three times, but Mr. Spray Bottle convinced him that he really wanted to sleep on the floor. (It's not like there isn't an actual dog bed in the room, but he won't go near it.) I didn't have to kick him out, which is good, because I was too tired to get up and do it.

I still don't know what I'm going to do about going to the movie this weekend, though. I suppose I'll have to see about getting The Gecko to come down for a few hours. Ugh.

I spent a huge chunk of Saturday dealing with the fallen leaves in the yard. In the front, they were mostly from Mrs. T's maples across the street; they'd been blown up to catch against my fence, and when I raked them out for better mulching, they covered most of my side yard. The leaves from my own maple in the back were just as bad. I hope that it's the last time I'm going to need the mower this season because it has pretty much had the radish. I could've turned the blade faster with a hand crank at the end, but I kept going until it finally ran out of gas. The weird thing is that when it's just about to run out of gas, it starts running properly again, so I can get a couple of quick swipes with the blades at speed. Otherwise, it's put-put-put-put. I will take it to have someone look at it in the spring, but I will probably also buy another one. I am suddenly thinking about how nice it might be to have a self-propelled mower....

Yesterday, I took as a pajama day. The only times I left the house were to walk Jack. Mind you, I still worked for several hours: I got some stuff listed on eBay (and let me tell you, I had forgotten what a pain in the ass that is!) and started to reorganize my DVD collection. One of my birthday presents to myself was to buy some expensive DVD binders that look like antique books, and I started loading them up yesterday. I'm going to run out of books before I run out of movies, though, and I bought a dozen books. (And that's just the movies. I have a LOT of television on DVD, too, and several of those series -- Buffy, Angel, Star Trek, BSG, All Creatures Great and Small, The Tomorrow People (among others) -- are in big ugly Case Logic binders. So I got the first one loaded (with just movies whose titles start with numbers, As, and Bs), and was all excited to put it in place...and it didn't fit on the designated shelf. Goddammit! The binders are just a smidge too tall. I'm probably going to move my Nancy Drew/Tom Swift collection to the shelves where the DVDs are now and put the binders where the books were. It's a much bigger chore than I anticipated, and I wanted to have it done by T'giving, so I'm going to probably fill a binder or two an evening until it's done. Then I'll have to go back and update my database, which I haven't done in a couple of years, since I chucked out a huge number of VHS tapes that I'd made from television over the decades since I bought my first VCR.

The weather has been nice and sunny, but far chillier than I would like. It was in the high 40s on Saturday while I was out wrestling with the leaves. It was in the mid-50s yesterday, I guess, and will be again today, but that's still nowhere near warm enough for me. Still, it's not [yet] snowing, and breathing is not painful, so I guess I'm going to have to call it a win.

I saw the supposed supermoon last evening shortly after it rose and this morning as it was setting. It didn't look any larger to me than normal. I remember an evening when HTWIWM and I went camping in a pasture belonging to a friend of his. (He just wanted to sleep out of doors; if I hadn't been with him, he probably wouldn't have bothered with the tent.) Anyway, the pasture was at the top of a hill, and we were sitting outside watching the stars when the moon came up. It rose a huge, flaming orange, and seemed to take up half the sky. Now that was a supermoon. I can't remember exactly when it was, but the moon must have been at perigee then. It was gorgeous, in any case, and we watched it climb higher and higher and get paler and paler (and smaller and smaller). I love moonrise and moonset.

Right. I've nattered enough; time to go deal with my wet hair.
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Just got back from KMart and interrupted Jack digging at the laundry room wall.
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Now that the clocks have been turned back, I am finding I have little trouble getting up at 5:00 a.m. -- whether I want to or not -- so I have been up since a little after 5:00. It is now just before 9:00. Normally by now on a Saturday, I have been out to the stores and foraged for my week's groceries. This morning...I just didn't feel like it. Besides, I have milk and bread and cheese and dog food, so I'm good. (Plus, I'm just about flat broke.)

That means I haven't really accomplished much this morning, but since I intend to go out and Deal With The Leaves later, I'm not too worried about that. I have brushed the dog, and he is now hiding under my desk. He really hates being brushed; he's convinced he's being punished for something. Unfortunately for him, it was more than past time. With his coat, he really should be brushed at least once a week, and I only do it about once a month -- and I didn't do it last month. Plus, it was time for his flea-stuff, and after Teh Infestationing, we will be religious about the flea stuff.

That does make me a little nervous about going out for a bit this morning, though. I need to get out to the pharmacy to pick up a prescription, and even though I'll only be gone twenty minutes or so.... *shrug*

His anxiety does seem to be leveling out a bit. He's still stressed about something -- still coming up beside me and either panting in my face or trying to get in bed with me, and then panting in my face -- but the clawing at the door when I exclude him from the bedroom has ceased. I wish I knew what was going on in his fuzzy little brain.

In other non-Jack news, despite my brokedness, BFT and I went for my birthday shopping trip yesterday. The results were mixed. We were both disappointed by the selection at Pier 1; where we both normally spend nearly $200, neither of us broke $100 yesterday, and everything BFT bought was for other people. My plastic didn't even start to smoke, let alone melt.

The store was so pretty when we first got there, though. The Pier 1 store is at the western edge of the mall complex, and the sun was a slanting into the front windows and the Christmas displays were all sparkling in that gorgeous light -- bits of it were even blinding, it was so bright. By the time we left, the sun had moved on, and it was so much duller. Still pretty, just not...winter wonderlandy. (The red displays were in the corner, but the white and silver displays were right by the door.)

Barnes & Noble was a slightly different story, of course, but we both had lots of coupons and I had a gift card, too, so.... I bought six or seven books, a set of dual-tipped markers, and a set of notecards, and got tips on what to get BFT for either Christmas or her graduation (she will be completing her second masters degree next month).

After shopping, we headed for the Olive Garden (chocolate lasagna!) only to find that there were no parking spots, indicating that the wait for lunch would be upwards of forty-five minutes, so we went to TGI Fridays instead.

We should've stuck it out at the Olive Garden.

We didn't have to wait long to get a table, but after our waitress took our orders, she disappeared. Completely. We had this happen to us once at Friendly's, and it turned out that the waitress either quit or ended her shift after taking our orders, and we just never got our food. (Well, we did, eventually, but it was about three-quarters of an hour later). Anyway, our food did come, and it was good (though it wasn't chocolate lasagna, and I really wanted zuppe toscana yesterday), but when we finished, we waited and waited and waited and waited and waited and waited and waited and waited and finally flagged down another waitress and asked where our waitress had gotten to because we really wanted dessert.... Turned out she had been assigned to a table with eleven diners and had been so monopolized by them that she had completely neglected all of her other assigned tables, not just us. So first she brought us the check, babbling apologies at us, then when we pointed out that we wanted desserts, she brought a single dessert menu, then hovered while we made our choices, then someone else brought our desserts. And then we waited some more; she had brought an updated check right after taking our orders, so we had that, but no one came to take the payment. I was just about to suggest that we just tuck the appropriate amount of cash -- with no tip -- into the folder and leave, but I had to use the restroom and while I was gone, BFT got someone to take the credit card payment. So a tip was given, after all.

But jeez. I understand having a bad day at work. I get that. And I get being monopolized by customers. But if you can't handle everything, then get someone else to do it, or talk to your manager. Don't make the customers come looking for you. Eh, whatever. (I was also not impressed by her hair falling into her face and her pony tail coming undone.) We were there for more than two hours, and too much of that time was spent waiting for her.

Ah, well. That's our shopping trips for this year. We probably won't go again until BFT's birthday in May.

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