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Guess who overslept by nearly half an hour today? Guess who's lucky that she didn't have to be to work at the usual time?

Go on, guess.

Today I have to drop the van off at the garage to have the rattling noise -- which has not recurred -- looked at. I will also have them add the brake fluid and possible throw the code-checky-thingummy at it to make sure that's all it wants. I am hoping they won't need it for any longer than it takes me to have breakfast at MacDhougal's which is two doors down. When I made the appointment, they said they'd need it for several hours, but here's hoping....


And here I am at home, waiting for them to call me. Even though I was there at 8:28, and they open at 8:30, it was apparent that they weren't going to get to Das Woofenwagen right away as they already had two cars up on lifts. And, indeed, I have been home for an hour and am still waiting for their call. The funny thing was that as I was passing Tim Horton's on the way home, Co-Conspirator P was pulling out from the drive-thru and informed me I was headed the wrong way. Which I was...sort of. So I had to explain that I'd be seeing her later, as soon as they're done with the van.

The Gecko is out in the living room, sitting in the chair playing on her laptop. I'm sure that as soon as I leave to go get the van, she'll sack out on the couch. She slept all through my lunch hour yesterday. It kind of annoys me that she spends so much time sleeping while she's here, but Jack doesn't mind, and that's what really matters. The new day care place on my way to work has opened; I need to stop and ask them what their rates are. And if they're affordable, get Jack vaccinated for kennel cough, as that's the only one we skimp on.

Which reminds the vet's office; Jack needs more [expensive] meds. Let's see...Interceptor and Dasuquin...that'll be $120 easily. Good thing tomorrow's pay day. Whee!

Speaking of meds, I need to see about switching pharmacies again. CVS is too expensive.

I did finish A Wizard Abroad yesterday afternoon. It's the fourth book in the Young Wizards series. I still have the fifth, as well as The Book of Night With Moon actually on my shelves. I was going to just power through them, but when I read the back cover of the next one, I just wasn't interested. The characters don't really grab me, and TBoNwM apparently has cats as main characters and I actually don't like animals as main characters. Ramoth and Mnementh or Yfandes or Rolan are one thing (and not main characters, anyway), but.... *shrug* So when I got ready to go out this morning, I grabbed the next Miss Fisher book. I have three backed up and waiting,, I think, to catch up to the current book in the series. Though I did also eye Anansi Boys since I recently reread American Gods.

Uncomfortable news in the 'hood recently. My next-door neighbor, K, called me to the fence the other evening to warn me about a couple of youngish guys who approached Mrs. T across the street the day before that. Mrs. T is probably in her 90s now, but still goes for long walks a couple of times a day. These two guys approached her as she was returning from her morning walk (so...around 9:00 or so) and asked if they could mow her lawn. She has B next door take care of it for her, and he'd just mown it a couple of days before this, so of course she said no. They passed her and went on up the street, and she went home. But she happened to look out the window and saw them turn around and come back and up her driveway. She went outside to see what they wanted; she wanted to be in plain sight of the other neighbors when she did. They told her they needed gas money, and she replied that they'd come to the wrong person for that. They did go away again, but she was understandably frightened. When K told me, the evening of the day after this happened, Mrs. T had not yet filed a report with the sheriff's department. I hope she has since. Apparently, the Gossip has been muttering about shooting people...which, really, I am not surprised that he has a gun or six. But if anything happened to Mrs. T, the entire street would be up in arms. There hasn't been any sign of them again, so far as I know, which is good.
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  • The weather forecast called for rain all day, and I was sort of relieved because it meant I could watch movies on the couch all day without feeling guilty. Right now? It's sunny, and although the forecast is still calling for rain, sort of, I don't see any on the map.

  • I just painted my nails bright red. I only paint them this particular shade in the summer. In the winter, I use darker, wine-ier, metallic shades. This is just red. Bright red. Popsicle-red. Summer red.

  • The cat has apparently decided that she will now be peeing in my office, thank you very much. I thought it smelled in here, but I also know that she has been using the litter box upstairs -- and I have been endeavoring to keep it clean for her -- but I heard some rustling over by the window -- and all of a sudden she came bounding out of there. I had thought it was Jack dreaming, but he's in the living room. And the corner reeks. As soon as my nails are dry I will have to go clean and bleach the corner. And put up a child gate across the door to keep her out for a couple of weeks to break the habit. And then wait to see where else she decides to go instead of any of the six litter boxes.

  • Given Tremas and the Portreeve, I should've seen that coming last night on Doctor Who.

  • I did go out and mow the front yesterday. I wasn't going to, but it was looking a little raggedy and I caved to implied homeowner peer pressure (because I was the only person on the street who hadn't mown in the last three days).

  • I have decided that once my parents get their crap out of my garage, I will clean all of the lawn tools and storage and such out of the breezeway except for one snow shovel and one broom. There's no reason to have all that stuff out there cluttering up a perfectly nice space when I have a whole garage I can clutter up. Then I will put a table out there so if I want to eat or work out there I can. I'd still like a deck, but this will do for now.
  • Fucking cat. My office reeks.
  • I suppose I should make an appointment to see if she has an infection, but I think she's probably either senile (she is 19 now) or lazy. Ever since the Great Flea Infestation of 2016, she's been peeing pretty much where she chooses.

  • I saw a rescue dog go by on FB the other day that I think would have been a perfect companion for Jack, but I'm certain it's far too late to apply for him.

  • Related: The Gecko is doing much better with her hygiene. Thank goodness. Mind you, I'm still not taking the covers off the furniture, and I probably never will as long as she's sitting Jack.

  • Still reading the Young Wizards series. I'm not liking it as much as I had hoped. Enough to keep reading it, but.... Meh.

  • Speaking of wizards, I saw one of those special editions that Time does: Twenty Years of Harry Potter or something along those lines, with a cover photo of Daniel Radcliffe from Chamber of Secrets (you can tell from his school uniform and his apparent age -- not young enough to be from the first movie, but not the same uniform as they wore in the later movies). Twenty years? Not of the movies, I know, but of the books. Already? How is it that long already?

  • Right. I think I'm going to go to a different part of the house to let my nails finish drying before I tackle the smell in this room.

Don' Wanna

May. 10th, 2017 06:36 am
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I'm tired. I know I say that a lot, but I am tired, and pretty much always in a state of holy fuck, could I use a nap. Right now, I could go back to bed and go to sleep late for work.

Mama Cat appears to have moved her kittens the night before last. I am not displeased by this. I was fretting about them being out there for multiple reasons. I would probably eventually have tried to catch them, and then what would I have done? The SPCA wouldn't take them without expecting me to pay for them. One of the local rescues might, but...I'm not really hot on the local rescues. Ah, well. Decision is no longer mine to make.

I was reasonably certain yesterday morning that they were gone, but when I let Jack out last night, I stayed on the couch in the breezeway where I could read and keep an eye both on the ramp and on Jack. It was actually nice, and I discovered that my old couch, despite its rattiness, is actually more comfortable than the new one. Figures, right?

I finished Iorich last night. That leaves Tiassa and Hawk and then I'll be back to waiting for a new Vlad Taltos book. I'm debating whether or not to read the other Dragaera books while I'm on a roll, or whether to switch to something else. I guess we'll see when I finish Hawk.

I've been trying out posting by email from work. It seems to work okay. Which is nice because it means I don't have to drag posts home on a thumb drive. I'm sure DW is blocked at work, but even it it weren't, I wouldn't want to log in because of the monitoring. Logging into webmail feels easier to explain away. I have been accessing a few things more on my phone at work lately (hey, it's been sloooow), since there's public wifi in the building.

Still tired.

I've been trying to figure out how to find a decent painter for the house. I don't actually want to spend too much on the painting, so there's enough left to do the bathroom -- amazing how fast the money goes when you're making hefty payments on credit cards. So far, I haven't paid any of them off, though; just brought the payments down to within reach. I should pay them off, and I know that, but if I do, then I won't have the cash left for the house, which was really the point of the exercise. In any case, Angie's List is now free, so perhaps I will join and check there. I just need some names, and if all they will give me is The Big Two Names In The Area, then I will try the Old Boys' Network. I could probably get some names from my ex-father-in-law, but as much as I like him, I do feel awkward trying to talk to him. Less awkward talking to his wife, oddly enough, but for this, I'd have to talk to him.

The sky was gorgeous during walkies this morning. We have reached the point of the year where for the next couple of months, walkies will always be in daylight. This morning, the sun was not quite up when we got home, and the clouds to the east were painted all different shades of mauve and peach. I took my camera out back to try to get photos of the neighbor's dogwood tree against the light, but it was really too late for the best color. I can probably pull some color out of the photos in Photoshop, but....

The lawn is getting to the point of having to mow it and pretty wildflowers be damned. I will weep for them...and then zoom right over them because what else am I going to do? If I don't, one of the neighbors will probably helpfully do it for me. It's a toss-up between the Gossip and K next door who is so terrified of snakes that she mows that strip between my house and her fence so that snakes don't come into her yard from there -- as if they spontaneously generate in my foundation or something.

Yeah...still tired.
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Before Christmas, I was ordering things from ThinkGeek for MyNuncle, and I bought myself a set of TARDIS sheets and pillowcases. Today, I finally opened them, ran them through the washer, line-dried them, and put them on the bed. Very cute. Also very thin. I can't imagine that they would last very long on a kid's bed. We'll see if it's warm enough at night yet for them or if I'll have to put the flannel bedding -- which is currently taking its turn on the line -- back on.

Das Woofenwagen is inspected. She passed with no problems. I don't remember what, exactly, they said about the muffler, whether it was that and the tailpipe that needed to be replaced or just the pipe. In any case, she is now very quiet, and I had to cash the check that MyAuntie sent me as a Just In Case after I replaced the furnace. *sigh* I'll have to pay her back out of my next two pays.

My original plan for today was to watch Saturday's episodes of Class and Graham Norton, but it has been too nice a day, and I've been too energetic for that. Instead, I've changed the bedding, washed too loads of same, swapped my winter clothes out for my summer clothes, walked up to the garage to retrieve Das Woofenwagen, and now I'm debating sitting on the patio in the sun (Vitamin D!) for a bit or starting to clean out the breezeway so I can put it to the use for which it was built. I think it's going to be the patio, actually, because it's nearly 3:00 p.m. now, and I am finally starting to wind down. Plus, I think I need a plan for the breezeway. I am going to have to continue to use part of it for storage, I think (snow shovels and that sort of thing), so I want to have an idea of what I'm going to do out there rather than just throwing myself at it.

I finished Orca last night and this morning started Dragon which jumps backwards in Vlad's timeline some four or five years. It can get confusing.... I am now up to 31 books for the year. I'm sure once I finish this series, I'll slow down again; the Taltos books are all pretty short and the writing is breezy. They're easy to just keep reading.

I called MyAuntie this morning to let her know that I was going to be cashing the check, and while we talked, I was looking at the one bookshelf that is more or less dedicated to unread books. I...have a lot of unread books....
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This has been a really loooong week. At least I have a three-day weekend coming up, though not for any good reason. Das Woofenwagen is due for inspection, so I'm having that done on Monday, as well as having the muffler (just the muffler, I hope!) replaced. Although I could get a ride to work, I find it simpler just to take the day off when I have to take the van in for work because then I don't have to negotiate getting home again, or taking personal calls at work, or bothering with packing a lunch. Bird would be perfectly willing to at least pick me up and drop me off, but she always goes to lunch at 1:00, and I usually go at noon. Plus the garage's hours are weird: 8:30 to 4:30, so that doesn't work with working either 8-4 or 9-5. And so I take the day off.

I did not yet come up with a good way of presenting the Gecko's stuff to her, so I will hold off on doing that. I never thought I'd find anyone more conflict-averse than I am, but she's it. In dog terms, she's so submissive she might as well have legs on her back; her belly is constantly on offer. I, on the other hand, simply do not want to interact with her. At all. Ever.

There is a question on the civil service test for my position that is a favorite. It shows up on nearly every test: There is a client who comes into your office who stinks. What do you do? The answers are a) terminate the interview and tell him it will resume when he has bathed, b) ignore it and forge onward, c) present him with a bar of soap, d)...I can't remember what the fourth choice is. Well, here I am, about to try the bar of soap solution because everything else has been tried with this young woman.

I have complained numerous times to my mother than the Gecko is too stupid to live, and my mother always comes back with "She's very intelligent! She was on the honor roll every quarter she was in school." Oh, that's just great, Mom. So she's smart enough to come in out of the rain, and get out from under a drip if the roof is leaking -- but she's not smart enough to go get a bucket to put under the leak. She'd let the furniture be ruined, rather than get off her ass and look for a bucket. Okay, so it's a combination of not-smart and lazy, but I've also watched her continue to batter at a locked door, not once thinking that since she can't get it open, maybe she should try knocking.

In non-Gecko news, I finished Athyra last night. Apparently, I am going to sail straight through the entire Vlad Taltos series just as I did the entire Harry Dresden series. Next up is Orca. I do have to say that I didn't like Athyra as much as I did the previous books because it is told almost entirely from the point of view of a teenager (for certain values of "teenager") that Vlad runs into in his travels. Vlad's snarky POV is part of the draw of the books, and there were only hints of it in this one.

It stormed last night. I do love storms. It was raining so hard right around bedtime that I didn't even bother to try to let Jack out. He'd've look at the rain, looked at me as if to ask if I was nuts, and turned around and gone back in the house. He wouldn't even have crossed the threshold. So we skipped straight to giving him his Last Outs Biscuit.

I suppose I need to think about what I'm going to wear to The Place today. I do not want to go to The Place. I will have to once more try to set my voice mail on the Decepticon Cylon new phone. And also switch the receiver cord from the ridiculously short one to my nice long one.

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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  • It is my not so humble opinion that if you're going to be in the SCA, you should at least be able to spell "medieval." And "renaissance." And perhaps "anachronism."

  • The Gecko is no longer making any attempt to hide the fact that she spends her days sprawled on my couch. It is getting me down.

  • I have an episode and a half and about four "extras" to go in my reread of Shadow Unit. All hell is just about to break loose...and I am reluctant to continue reading because I know what's coming.

  • Actually kind of hoping I don't survive this week's Idol vote. I won't quit -- probably -- but if I don't make a vote, I won't be too upset about it.

  • Have a new theory about Rey: What if, instead of being Luke's daughter or Leia and Han's daughter or Palpatine's or Obi-Wan's or Qui-Gon's granddaughter (did I miss anyone?), she's like Anakin, and is a vergence? Created (sort of) by the Force itself? Happened once, could happen again, right? It would explain why she's such a good pilot, how she's able to get the better of Kylo Ren not just once, but a few times, and so on.

  • Kethri was driving me nuts tonight. She was extremely needy and insisted on being in my lap. I, meanwhile, was in no mood to be climbed on by a cat. I ended up shutting her in my office because I couldn't get her to leave me the fuck alone.

  • Today is my mother's birthday. She is...71, I think.

  • I am really just killing time here because I can't quite justify going to bed at 8:00 p.m.

  • It was warmish today -- nearly 60° at lunchtime when the sun was out, though the temperature had fallen about five degrees by the time I left work because the sun had gone.

  • 7:00 a.m. is apparently the time to go to the grocery store.... I left the house this morning at 7:00 a.m. and was home by 7:20 a.m. Of course, I had a list and stuck to it and didn't wander, except for when I went looking for barrettes, and discovered that they had them buy one get one free. Score!

  • The rabbit has been hanging out in the backyard again. I wish I could figure out a way of dissuading it from doing that -- other than letting Jack catch it, of course.

  • It's probably not even the same rabbit; it's probably a previous year's puppy/cub/kitten/whateverthefuckyoungrabbitsarecalled returning to the ancestral birthing grounds.

  • I was reading up on sonic pest control devices a bit. I want to try one, but am a bit concerned that five minutes after I plug one in, I'll be standing in my living room in a cloud of bats like Bruce Wayne fallen into the Batcave.

  • People think I'm exaggerating when I say I can smell the Gecko as soon as I open my back door.

  • I'm not exaggerating.

  • Was watching an episode of Graham Norton this evening. I wonder if Daniel Radcliffe realizes how very rapidly he speaks He never seems to slow down.

  • Can't believe he's 27 already.

  • Was watching a featurette (one of those before the movie, but not a trailer things) on Shirley Maclaine's new movie the other day. BFT said, "She's not a nice person." Apparently she frequented a shop that BFT worked in when she lived in...Santa Fe or Flagstaff or somewhere in the Southwest.

  • Still reading 1984. I am reading it on breaks at work. At home, I am reading MyAuntie's book because it has been many years since I last did. I told her I was rereading it; she was surprised that it was still in one piece. Well. I do have two copies: a reading copy and an autographed copy. I had two autographed copies, but I lent one to my creative writing professor and never got it back.

  • It's not like I couldn't get her to sign another one. It's not actually that difficult to find used copies. Or it wasn't the last time I looked, anyway.

  • Oh, look. 9:00 p.m. I can now justify getting ready for bed.
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1. Blood and Circuses by Kerry Greenwood
2. Ruddy Gore by Kerry Greenwood
3. Urn Burial by Kerry Greenwood
4. Raisins and Almonds by Kerry Greenwood
5. Inferno by Dan Brown
6. Ungrateful Dead: Murder at the Fillmore by Patricia Morrison
7. California Screamin': Murder at Monterey Pop by Patricia Morrison
8. Love Him Madly: Murder at the Whisky by Patricia Morrison
9. Death Before Wicket by Kerry Greenwood
10. A Hard Slay's Night: Murder at the Royal Albert Hall by Patricia Morrison
11. Go Ask Malice: Murder at Woodstock by Patricia Morrison
12. Away With the Fairies by Kerry Greenwood
13. Murder in Montparnasse by Kerry Greenwood


14. Turn Coat by Jim Butcher
15. Changes by Jim Butcher
16. Side Jobs by Jim Butcher
17. The Weirdstone of Brisingamen by Alan Garner
18. The Moon of Gomrath by Alan Garner
19. The Owl Service by Alan Garner
20. Ghost Story by Jim Butcher
21. From a High Tower by Mercedes Lackey
22. Cold Days by Jim Butcher
23. Skin Game by Jim Butcher
24. Star Wars: The Force Awakens by Alan Dean Foster
25. The Ghosts by Antonia Barber
26. Splinter of the Mind's Eye by Alan Dean Foster
27. Svaha by Charles de Lint
28. The Hawk's Gray Feather by Patricia Kennealy-Morrison
29. The Oak Above the Kings by Patricia Kennealy-Morrison
30. The Hedge of Mist by Patricia Kennealy-Morrison
31. Speak Daggers to Her by Rosemary Edghill
32. Book of Moons by Rosemary Edghill
33. The Bowl of Night by Rosemary Edghill
34. A Red Heart of Memories by Nina Kiriki Hoffman
35. Ishmael by Barbara Hambly
36. Children of Earth and Sky by Guy Gavriel Kay
37. A Song for Arbonne by Guy Gavriel Kay
38. Shadow Unit 1 by Emma Bull, Elizabeth Bear, et. al.
39. The Last Light of the Sun by Guy Gavriel Kay
40. Shadow Unit 2
41. Shadow Unit 3
42. Shadow Unit 4
43. Shadow Unit 5
44. Shadow Unit 6
45. Shadow Unit 7
46. The Lions of Al-Rassan by Guy Gavriel Kay
47. Harry Potter & the Cursed Child by J. K. Rowling
48. Independence Day: Resurgence by Alex Irvine
49. American Gods by Neil Gaiman
50. The Oathbound by Mercedes Lackey
51. Oathbreakers by Mercedes Lackey
52. Oathblood by Mercedes Lackey
53. By The Sword by Mercedes Lackey
54. Magic's Pawn by Mercedes Lackey
55. Magic's Promise by Mercedes Lackey
56. Magic's Price by Mercedes Lackey
57. Brightly Burning by Mercedes Lackey
58. Chronicles of Pern: First Fall by Anne McCaffrey
59. The Dark is Rising by Susan Cooper
60. Hogfather by Terry Pratchett
61. Shadow Unit 8
62. Sorcery & Cecilia Or The Enchanted Chocolate Pot by Patricia C. Wrede and Caroline Stevermer


63. A Thousand Days In Venice by Marlena de Blasi
64. Shockaholic by Carrie Fisher

Fan Works

65. The Sky Without Wings by Leupagus
66. Only Good For Legends by Leupagus
67. Through the Looking Glass (series) by Obsidienne
68. Taking Action series by Closer
69 - 73. Phil Coulson's Casefiles of the Toastervers (5 entries totalling more than 250,000 words) by Scifigrl47
74. Hollow Your Bones Like a Birds by Scifigrl47
75. Stories Told With Silence by Scifigrl47
76. His Fate Will Be Unlearned by Scifigrl47
77. You or Someone Like You by Scifigrl47
78. Fairy Tales and Clockwork Hearts by Scifigrl47
79. Dating the Long Way Round by Scifigrl47
80. Magazineverse by Copperbadge
81. Counting Stars by Amycat8733


Missed one: Past the Size of Dreaming by Nina Kiriki Hoffman. I forgot to write it in my list, but I knew I read two things by her last year. I'm not going to renumber the last, but that makes the total 82.
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I am annoyed with myself. I spent two hours or more today going through all my old fiction files -- paper files in a filing cabinet and various boxes -- trying to find a story I wrote at work about eight years ago. (I only know it was that long ago because I found the first few paragraphs posted to my journal. I had hoped that I had posted the entire thing, but no.) The thing about this story was that it was a retelling of Cinderella from the fairy godmother's casenotes, and I typed it on the same paper we use at work for case notes. I can't find it. I found all sorts of things that I had forgotten I ever wrote, but not the one thing I was looking for.

I used to write a LOT. And I have files for short stories, all neatly labeled with good manuscripts and notes on the front of the folder as to where a story was submitted and whether or not it was sold. (That's mostly Marion Zimmer Bradley's Fantasy Magazine and NO.) I have folders for at least three of my NaNoWriMo attempts, each containining a floppy disk with files, in addition to printouts. Notes and stories from the small writing group to which I used to belong...some of it so old that I can't even tell whether I wrote it or whether it was HTWIWM or one of the others. Research for my Atlantis project and my Robin Hood project. All kinds of things...except the one thing I wanted. Since I wrote it at work, there is a slight possibility that it's stuck in my "personal" folder in my cube; I'll check on Tuesday. But I'm afraid it's lost -- which irks me a great deal. Sure, I can rebuild it, because I remember the gist of it, but still. Grrrr.

In other news, I was supposed to take Niece to see Fantastic Beasts today, but since BFT and I have decided to see it on Saturday, I will just take her then. Since the forecast was for snow and lots of it over the next few days, I went out this morning to get groceries, and was pleased with myself that I didn't have to go out again until Saturday...until J1 reminded me of BFT's graduation dinner tomorrow evening. Since I handed over her graduation gift with her Christmas gifts, I had completely forgotten that we had another dinner planned, so I'm glad she said something.

There hasn't really been that much snow today -- just showers, really, without a great deal of accumulation -- but I nevertheless took great delight in wrapping up in a fuzzy blankie, and taking a book into the backroom (where it is chilly, but where there is light enough to read without having a lot of lights on) with a mug of hot chocolate, and finishing the book while the snow came down outside the windows. So that's 79 books for the year, and I just need to finish one more to reach my goal. I might do it -- I might even have done it today had I not spent so much time digging through old papers....


Dec. 22nd, 2016 08:46 am
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I am sitting here this morning thinking about how nice it would be if women's clothing were truly warm. I am wearing a tank top under a mock turtleneck under a heavy sweater over a pair of sweatpants and am still not as warm as I would like. I was looking in my drawers this morning for something warm to wear and all I had were office-worthy sweaters (i. e., not at all heavy) and sweatshirts that are not suitable for wearing out. Normally it wouldn't bother me, but I have numerous errands to run today -- lucky Jack is going to Go For A Ride! -- and then I'm going out to dinner tonight. As it is, I think that the sweater I am wearing (which I got at a garage sale some years ago) is actually a men's sweater. It's a heavy cable knit in navy blue and I have to roll the sleeves back by the whole width of the cuffs.

I have also come to the conclusion that it is time to let go of all the When I Lose Weight clothing. I own some lovely things that I have always hoped to size back down into, but they're just taking up space, and I'm not going to lose enough weight ever to fit into size twelve jeans again because I was 110 pounds when I wore those, and not entirely finished growing. I came to this conclusion when I realized this morning that I am missing at least one tub of winter clothing and I can't find it. I have many tubs of clothing, and when I opened them, they're all Stuff I Grew Out Of. I'll allow myself to keep one tub's worth of things (like that pink sweater with the navy stripe that I adore), but otherwise? Time to go.

Sorting it all will give me something to do on my vacation....

There is so much to be done today and tomorrow to get ready for company on Sunday. The bathroom needs to be cleaned, the addition needs to be dusted and straightened, I need to make sure I have enough chairs, otherwise I'll have to have someone bring a couple, the kitchen needs to be spiffed, the living room needs to be vacuumed and possibly dusted. The Bat Catching Kit can probably be relocated to the garage for now (a box with a clear glass dish to cover a resting bat, a tupperware container for if the bat is on a wall or similar instead of a shelf or floor, a piece of glass from a picture frame to slide under the container, and a badminton racket for desperate measures. I would never use that last, but a friend at work insisted that I must have one). The chair that the Gecko favors (the one I'm going to have to burn when I no longer require her services) needs to have its coverings laundered and possibly a good spraying with Febreeze. And maybe -- just maybe -- I'll clean up my writing desk which has a coloring project spread out all over it.

Speaking of which, yesterday was the office Christmas party. My unit ordered lunches from my favorite place (Caribbean salad, yum!), and then had a gift exchange of the sort where you pick your gift from a pile and the next person in line can either steal yours or pick a new one and so on. Last year when we did this, we had numerous steals, but this year, only one person stole a gift from someone else, and the last person to go ended up with her own gift and was happy enough. But the reason that talking about coloring projects reminded me is because I took a coloring book and box of colored pencils as my gift. I came home with a nice houndstooth checked scarf. Not too shabby. And I had Caribbean salad for supper, too. (Those suckers are BIG.)

I finished Murder in Montparnasse last night, and realized that I forgot to add a finished book to my list, so I only need to read two more to make it to my goal for this year. I might be able to manage that now that vacation is here at last....


Oct. 25th, 2016 05:50 pm
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The weather has turned cold; I don't think the temperature reached 50° today. It's sunny (mostly), and the sun on the remaining leaves is very pretty. I really hate this time of year...though not nearly as much as I hate February.

I called the dumpster company today because I wasn't sure whether I had to call them to come pick up the dumpster or whether they'd just come and get it at the end of my allotted two weeks. It turns out that I have to call them. So I will probably be doing that on Thursday, just to make sure that Bird does actually bring flats to work tomorrow so that she can help me get the last few pieces stuffed in there.

I am actually wavering about the shedlet roof that is in the backyard leaned up against the front of the loader. I moved it the other day (to see if I could manage it on my own) and the loader is not smooth on the front like a bulldozer; the bottom edge of the scoop has teeth. Now I'm thinking I should leave that piece there until I can find some way to dispose of the thrice-damned loader so that Some Dog doesn't injure himself on the teeth.

And I'm wondering now if that's why HTWIWM left that one piece out of everything else that was piled on that thriced-damned thing. I told him that I wanted that mess cleaned up before he decided he was done with me for good, and he did clean it up, except for that one piece. Maybe he wasn't quite such an asshole after all, especially as there were four dogs in The Pack at the time.

Maybe I'll get Bird to help me budge it up closer to the scoop and maybe see about wedging it in place. I hate it, but it's probably not a good idea to leave the teeth exposed.

Besides, as I discovered last night, it gives the skunk a place to go when Jack chases him about the yard. (There was no spraying. Either Mr. Skunk wasn't particularly worried about Jack or Jack learned his lesson earlier this summer and that's why he stopped short of pouncing on Mr. Skunk.)

In other news, I had intended to visit my grandmother after work yesterday, but got out of work late. But when I was feeding the dog, my phone rang, and Gram left a message on the machine. So when Jack finished his dinner, I packed him up and we went to see Grama.

She had called because she received a bill for nearly $1,000 from the hospital. Turned out that it was from the company that does the ER billing, and there were two charges on it: one from August, and one from 2014. (Seriously? 2014? Come on, people!) Gram couldn't remember going to the ER in August, but if I remember correctly, she had a fall. The facility pretty much automatically ships anyone who falls to the ER. Liability, doncha know.

The 2014 visit, though.... That really irritates me that it's just showing up now. Apparently, they tried to bill the no-fault from her accident some years back, but these visits are unrelated to her accident. I'll have to call them and see if I can get it straightened out. Hopefully they'll talk to me without too much fuss. Before I do that, though, I'll have to dig through her papers to see if I can find any reference to the two visits. Or maybe just check my own journal; I'm sure I mentioned both visits.

In other other news, I have been reading Mercedes Lackey's Vanyel series (Magic's Pawn, Magic's Promise, and Magic's Price). I'm not sure what it says about my life that thirty years after first reading the series (and however many times I've read it since), I still identify with Vanyel. That's probably sad.

I was much surprised earlier today to learn that our shire and the shire next door to the east are both considered to be in failed status. Apparently the shire to the east is nearly broke and will have empty officer positions come January, but I had thought that we were doing okay -- though it has been a year since I attended a meeting. A discussion was begun on FB about whether or not the shire will survive. There are some options, including combining with the shire to the east. There was supposed to be a business meeting tonight, but it was postponed until Friday. I probably won't attend.

I have sort of complicated feelings about this. I'm still annoyed that the same six people have to do all the work, despite all the new faces in the shire. I'm still kinda pissed about the way no one would attend meetings during my last tenure as seneschal (not malice, I don't think, just laziness). I'm not sure I actually care if the shire dissolves. On the other hand, having stepped up a couple of times and served as seneschal in order to save the shire, I'd hate to see those efforts wasted. On the other other hand, our officers are pretty much down to seneschal and exchequer; the guy that wanted to be webminister hasn't done anything, and the guy who wanted so badly to be chronicler has never done anything, either. So.... *shrug*

Right. Time for grilled cheese sammich and tomato soup.
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It is a little after 6:30 a.m. It is 73.5° in the house, and today, I do not mind at all because the forecast is calling for it to get up to only 70°. Yesterday, it was around 80° and I broke the cardinal rule of summer: I opened up the doors and let the heat in because I checked the long range forecast, and the weather has turned. At this point, it's open the house up during the day and close it up at night because in just a few weeks, I'll be giving up and turning the Scary Furnace back on.

Today, I have to go to the dentist first thing and finally get that cavity filled. Although I am not looking forward to the process -- I have been frightened of Dental Stuff since I was a little girl -- I am looking forward to having it done. I have been trying not to chew on that side of my mouth for two months because I know the first thing he'll have to do is clean the space out before he puts the filling in, and I wanted to make it as easy (for both of us) as possible. Probably pointless, but there you have it. I'm just hoping my lingering cough doesn't present a problem.

After that, I have to come home and put up with The Gecko for a few hours until it's time to take both cats to the V-E-T, which is the only reason I am engaging her services today. I think that Jack would be a bit unhappy if I took two yowling cats out of here and left him completely alone.

I am a little concerned that I will not be coming home with the same number of cats which I am taking. I am a lot concerned about the fact that both of them appear to have fleas. That would, of course, be my fault because I have always relied on putting flea-stuff on the dogs to keep fleas off the cats, but I neglected to put the stuff on Jack since the beginning of July -- I did it the week before we went to Michigan, and not since. Oh, I have excuses, but none of them are very good, and now I have an object lesson on why.

On the other hand, it's entirely possible that The Gecko brought them in rather than Jack; according to my sister, they have regular infestations at my brother's house because they have so many animals which they do not properly care for. (No one even knows how many cats they have now.) I have always expected some sort of bugs to travel with her: fleas, roaches, lice, bedbugs....

In any case, both cats are acting strange. Merlin has holed himself up in the bathroom for over a week now, and has, the last couple of days, peed on the bathroom mat without seeming to really notice. Yesterday, I had to fight him to be able to even take a shower; as soon as I evicted him, he was trying to get back in, and I expect more of the same this morning.

Kethri, too, is having problems. She is peeing upstairs somewhere, and I don't know where. I suppose if I were smart, I'd just put a litter box up there, but I really don't want a litter box up there. On the other hand, at least I'd know where I needed to clean if I did....

My Alaska photos arrived the other day and I put them in order last night (fortunately, when I edit them, I save them using a descriptor that includes the number assigned to them by the camera, which makes things simple) and started stuffing them into albums. I will likely finish that this morning after my appointment and then I will take the albums and Jack to see Grama this afternoon after I take the Gecko home.

I am still reading American Gods, about which I remember nothing. I know I read it once, and that's pretty much it. I am reading a completely different book at work (on breaks), a memoir that I picked up on my trip to Michigan in July, by a woman who picked up and moved to Venice to marry a man she basically had only met a couple of times. It's called A Thousand Days in Venice and I'm a bit concerned about what is going to happen in the end.... It already strikes me as being sort of sad, but that might just be me.
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  • It was a long damned week. It seems like four-day weeks always are.

  • There is always talk at work about switching to a four-day week. What people seem to forget is that in order to make up the hours, it means working longer days.

  • I can't decide whether to trust my muscle memory or not. Muscle memory says that I should have at least half of that half-gallon container of milk left (i. e., the container was a lot lighter than I expected it to be when I lifted it out of the fridge last night). But I have also been eating a lot of cereal lately, except for the last couple of days when I ran out. So I could be misremembering. A more likely explanation, however, is that my muscles are correct, and that The Gecko has been pilfering again. Goddammit.
  • I watched Now You See Me 2 last evening. Daniel Radcliffe plays the main villain. It's a bit odd to hear him talking about dabbling in magic.... I have to say, though, that this one played out pretty much as I expected, including Morgan Freeman's character.

  • I have been meaning to reread American Gods for a while. I read it many years ago and recall next to nothing about it, not even with all the bits and bobs surfacing about the new TV series. I was casting about for something to read yesterday to take a break from the mystery series I've been reading, and saw another bob about American Gods. Aha, thought I. I had moved my Neil Gaiman books from my office to the bookcase in my bedroom, and out of sight, out of mind.... So I grabbed the tenth anniversary, author's preferred text version, and started it yesterday afternoon.

  • I also mowed the damned lawn yesterday afternoon, which was an extremely unpleasant affair given how humid it was.

  • I had intended to not do anything today as the weather is not supposed to be particularly good -- though cooler and less humid. No matter my feelings on the matter, Autumn is just around the corner. But I have to go out and get milk....

  • I have been considering taking the three days of Thanksgiving week off and going to Michigan. It has been a long time since I was there for Thanksgiving -- since a couple of years before my divorce, in fact. The weather is always very unpredictable, and I loathe winter driving (wherein I actually mean that I fear it, despite having had to do it for more than two decades). HTWIWM always did the bulk of the driving when we traveled together, and he always drove in November. And so I haven't gone in a decade. Or maybe I'll just take the time off and stay home. Of course if I stay home, then I can't avoid Thanksgiving dinner....

  • I have been chasing an odd smell upstairs for a few days. Last night, I had to close the windows because it got cool. This morning, I realize that it smells like litterbox upstairs. Fabulous. So I'm worried about Merlin (who is still hanging out in the bathtub, meaning that I have to scrub it all the time) downstairs, and Kethri is upstairs being either lazy or ill. *sigh* I tend to forget that Kethri is actually six months older than Merlin, so she is also eighteen.... Since I can't find a location, I suppose I'm going to have to scrub the entire upstairs.

  • I am very tired today. I was up in the middle of the night for no good reason, and then soft rain on the tin roof outside my bedroom window sounded like bats crawling around, and so of course I couldn't get back to sleep....

Much Cooler

Aug. 7th, 2016 08:22 am
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After the unpleasant start, yesterday turned into a gorgeous day. The sun came out and the humidity went down. It was breezy and a few degrees cooler, but the lower humidity made it seem much cooler. Just a Nice Day, and I took advantage of it by reading on the patio instead of doing any of the things I had planned to -- which means I need to do them today, of course.

It is now Countdown To Alaska. I checked the long range forecast for Ketchikan this morning, and the forecast temps are all in the 60s. That's...definitely sweater weather for me. I'll probably pack a couple of summer-weight sweaters, some long-sleeved tees, and some scarves. We'll see -- I need to start packing today (BFT told me yesterday that she is almost ready to go already; she has her carry-on packed, and has her clothing for her suitcase laid out to go), but by "packing" I mean "go stand in front of a mirror trying clothes on to determine which ones are suitable to go." And by that I mean "suitable 'smart casual' and 'faux-formal' clothes" for shipboard activities. black skirt and a couple of tops and my new blue skirt and a couple of tops, and finish hemming my new tan pants so they can go.

I'm going to end up over-packed, of course -- I didn't wear half the clothes I dragged to London and Paris last year -- but I'm less concerned about it than I might be as we'll be in one place for the whole trip and won't have to be lugging the suitcases about once we get there. We may even unpack.

I should make sure my camera batteries are charged properly.

I did go out and get my roots touched up yesterday, and watched an interesting dance. The stylist had three appointments at roughly the same time: an old lady with a weekly perm appointment, another slightly-younger old lady in for a cut, and me in for a color and trim. And we rotated through his chair, and the dryer chairs, and the sink. While the perm was baking, he did my roots. While my roots were baking, he did the cut, and did the next step of the perm. The cut lady left and he moved the perm lady to his chair, then moved me to the sink and washed my hair, then moved me back to the dryer chair (and my book) and finished up with the perm lady, and she left. Then he moved me to his chair, trimmed my hair, dried it (we talked about his upcoming vacation, and cruises), and then he was ready for his next appointment. All very gracefully done.

On my way home, I stopped and did a bit of shopping -- bought a dress at Old Navy and a bag at WickedMart that will probably do for a camera bag; it is considerably lighter than the bag I currently use. On the other hand it just now occurred to me that it's not waterproof, and if there's rain (and the Ketchican forecast is for showers the day we're supposed to be there).... Hmmmm.

When I got home, I thought that I should really go out and mow the portions of my lawn that do need it, but...didn't want to. So I stayed on the patio with my book, which I finished last evening. I had finished Guy Gavriel Kay's The Lions of Al-Rassan on Friday evening, and wanted something that wasn't going to make me weep for hours (because GGK always does), so I read the next Phryne Fisher book, Urn Burial. Since this one was about a murder in a house party, it felt half like a Georgette Heyer mystery (and I love those), plus it had the fabulous Phryne Fisher. So it was all good. First time I've read a book in a single day in a good long while, though. And now I have to decide whether to move on to the next one (I buy them two at a time) or find something else that's not going to take a whole week to read (because I don't want to be in the middle of something and have to lug it on vacation with me). Or maybe I should just read something that's already on my Kindle....
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It is two weeks until the cruise, and I am freaking out about what to pack. I suppose that's no different than my last two big trips, really; I kept checking with BFT to see what she was going to pack. Really, it boils down to 1) pack for autumn, 2) bring at least one nice outfit, and 3) don't forget your camera. I'm trying to figure out what sort of bag to carry for the camera, though, especially if I'm going to be ending up a) stuffing outer layers in it later in the day, and b) smuggling soda back aboard after a grocery-store run (because soda isn't one of the beverages included, and I need my caffeine, dammit). Maybe a small backpack or messenger bag. I have some foam and I could cobble together a foam enclosure for the camera to go into a bigger bag.
In other news, yesterday was Grama's 93rd birthday. I took the afternoon off work, and though my plan was to spend the afternoon relaxing, I ended up wrapping her presents and packing Jack into the van and going to see her. I spent some time messing with her phone because it's been giving her grief, then let her talk to Auntie on my cell phone because I think her phone is b0rked. My mother is convinced it's the "router" box or whatever the thing is (it's one of those "cell-to-landline" services, so there's a little converter box), so she insisted that I give her the account number so she can call the provider today. We'll see. I replaced both the handset cord and the cord from the box to the phone and that didn't fix the issue. On the other hand, it could be the telephone itself...I wonder if it needs batteries? It's not cordless, but I think it does take batteries for the little display thingummy. Hm....

Anyway. Presents were delivered, Jack was petted, then I had to run him home to meet up with her and my folks at Ponderosa for birthday dinner. And now that's all done; I think it was a relief for Gram to have it behind her, too.
Another thing I'm trying to figure out is whether to carry my tablet on the cruise or just my Kindle. I took the tablet (which does have a Kindle app on it) to France and used it to go online (except when the crappy internet service at the hotel in Paris was down, which was most of the time), but I'm given to understand that doing that on the ship will be pricey.

I am reading The Lions of Al-Rassan, mostly on breaks at work because I am also reading Shadow Unit from the beginning. I am on the last story of the second season, and find myself drawn to reading that at home instead of my book....


Apr. 3rd, 2016 12:44 pm
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I am sitting in the back room -- where, I might add, it is colder than the rest of the house -- with my laptop. Jack is outside, and although he has proven trustworthy when out on his own, I prefer to be where I can check on him every couple of minutes. He loves being outside, and now that the weather is getting better, I have been indulging him.

Well. The weather was getting better, anyway. It snowed yesterday, and according to the weather wiseacres, we can expect more snow today. At the moment, however, it's almost sunny (almost) and the only snow in the air is the air. It's not actively snowing.

Walkies, I have to say, though, was a stone-cold bitch this morning. At one point, we turned a corner, facing west and I could see the wave of snow rolling at us. Most unpleasant. Jack didn't like it much, either; he stopped a few times to chew ice out of his paws -- and we only went around the block. And not the Big Block, either, but the one that takes ten minutes, max.

I just got up to check on Jack. He has moved from just under the window to over by the oak tree, facing into K's yard. He is hoping for some doggy action, though the last time there was doggy action, it was mostly Morty and Teddy yelling at him to get the heck away from the fence. Buck was visiting yesterday, and Jack would dearly love to play with Buck, who is his size (roughly) unlike Morty and Teddy. But Morty and Teddy don't want him to play with Buck, and Buck spends most of his time playing with Morty, and K spends a lot of time trying to get them to stop. I don't think she really understands dogs...the only time Morty is in danger from Buck (who she thinks is too big and too rough) is when she tries to interfere. I've watched them, and Buck is only mouthing. There are no teeth involved.

Speaking of neighborhood animals, I'm concerned for the Cat Colony. I haven't seen much of them the last several days. I think maybe the Crazy Cat Lady is gone. The bowls disappeared from her side porch yesterday between morning walkies and afternoon walkies, and the wooden box that was on her front porch, and which I am certain was a Cat Shelter, and which always had a black cat lounging on it, is gone. I wouldn't have expected them to disperse so quickly if they were no longer being fed, but they aren't lounging about her yard anymore, either. I'm really hoping that no one has poisoned them or something.

And because I'm a wretched excuse for a human being, I am more concerned about the cats than I am about the woman.
I am still watching Leverage and really enjoying it. The most recent episode I watched had Wil Wheaton as one of the guest stars, and a Star Trek pun was made. I can really appreciate a show that makes sci fi puns.

I am also watching The Tomorrow People, which was my first fandom love, even before Star Trek. I was writing TP stories in junior high (thirty-some odd years ago) before I knew that there even was such a thing as fan fiction. My aim was to become a script writer for the show...which had been cancelled a year or so before I first saw it. It was The Tomorrow People which led me to Doctor Who, because if I loved the TP so much, then surely I'd love this other British thing, right?

However, I'm not thirteen anymore, so while I can put up with the terrible special effects, I am seeing all the padding in the episodes for what it is: an attempt to draw each half hour episode of each four-part story out for the full half hour...and it's a bit annoying. But, well, first love and all that. Besides, if it gets too annoying, I can always fast forward, but it's mostly not worth the effort.

As for reading...well, I did say some weeks back that I thought this was going to be a year of rereading some favorites, and right now I am reading The Keltiad, and have the newest Rennie Stride book on order. Since Guy Gavriel Kay is also coming out with a new book this spring, I think his last two will probably be next. There's usually a new Aunt Dimity book about this time of year, too, and the latest Patricia McKillip book is also out -- but those are new. I also plan to read at least one of the Shannara books, and the Cassie Palmer and Kate Daniels books as well. Full slate....

Hmf. It's starting to snow in earnest. Time to go get Jack and bring him back inside....
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I just deleted the bio section of my profile. I've been meaning to rewrite it for years, since it talked about a beloved husband and four dogs and three cats. Only two of that set of eight entities are still with me. I suppose eventually I'll put something else in there. Or maybe I won't. I'm not particularly good at that sort of thing.

Yesterday's weather was quite nice for the beginning of March: sunny, temps in the 60s. As I was leaving for lunch yesterday, people returning from their earlier lunch hours kept telling me that I wouldn't want to go back. It occurred to me that such a statement assumes I ever wanted to go back to begin with, which...not so much. It's supposed to be a bit warmer today, but drizzly, I think. When Jack and I went for walkies -- late because I overslept -- the pavement had that dappled look it gets after rain that never progresses beyond a good hard sprinkle, but the grass wasn't wet.

My reading has definitely slowed significantly since I finished the Harry Dresden books, but I finished my twentieth book for the year last evening: Svaha by Charles de Lint. I have decided that this will likely be a year of rereading, as I want to delve back into the works of some of my favorites that I haven't read in years. Svaha, for instance. This may have been the third time I've read it, but it may only have been the second. My copy is a first edition paperback; the pages have passed yellow and gone straight to tan. I thought about buying the Kindle version, but I don't actually like reading on my Kindle -- and I find the cost of e-books offensive¹, so.... *shrug*

I see, upon re-reading that paragraph, that I make it sound as though Svaha is a favorite book. It actually isn't. I don't got in for post-apocalyptic dystopias, much. No, it's the author who is a favorite, though my favorite of his works are The Riddle of the Wren and Moonheart, both of which I have definitely read more than twice.

Over the weekend, I took down an organizer/mail sorter thingy that had been hanging in the kitchen for fifteen and a half years. It was a wedding gift from the nice people across the street (we invited all of our immediate neighbors to our wedding, since we'd lived here for six months by the time we got married and they were all nice people and since it was going to cause a lot of traffice since we were getting married in the backyard). HTWIWM used to keep his wedding ring on the hooks at the bottom of it when he was going to be doing something where he shouldn't be wearing rings. I still occasionally looked for his ring to be hanging there. Anyway. I hadn't really used it for ages, and it was a symbol of something long gone, so I decided to take it down and replace it with something else. It was, of course, screwed into place with his favorite three-inch drywall screws, so getting it down was a bit of a job, and now there are screw holes in the panelling², but that's okay; I'll cover them. The organizer went straight to the garage and will go in my next garage sale.

Anyway, what I was trying to say is that my kitchen looks weird without this thing hanging on the wall. It wasn't huge, but it wasn't small, either, and it was smack in the middle of that section of wall. So the whole kitchen looks kind of empty without it. I can't quite decide whether to put a selection of photographs there, or some of the art I've acquired over the years. I remember once seeing a nice arrangement of photos of France and trivets in a kitchen that I quite liked. Okay, fine, it was HTWIWM's kitchen back when he was still He With Whom I Am Having A Long Distance Relationship, and the photos were probably taken and arranged by his ex-girlfriend who is a nice person with whom I am friends on FB, mostly because I contacted her there to return some of her property that I found in my house after he took off.

I had vague thoughts of putting up a photo I took of the Leaning Tower of Pisa in the kitchen because I took it while leaning back from my chair at a cafe (well, the Italian version, anyway) down the street. It's a busy street scene with the Tower in the background, and it's one of my favorite of my Italy photos, none of which have ever been framed and hung.
¹ If I'm going to pay that much, I want something tangible.

² Who panels a kitchen³, for fuck's sake?

³ I loathe panelling, and great chunks of the house are panelled. Paneled?
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My brain decided that I needed to see 3:30 a.m. Or maybe my bladder decided it and my brain just tagged along for the ride. Either way, it meant that by 4:00 a.m., I was deciding which cases I was going to work on today. I did manage to fall back asleep enough to dream about stray cats, though.

The moon was setting when Jack and I went out for walkies. Big and yellow and nearly full. Full tonight, I should think...and yes, my calendar says full tonight.

It was a quiet weekend chez moi. I ran errands on Saturday, of course, but was done with those by midmorning. I did go to Jo-Ann's and spend rather more money than I should have on items in their new Paris-themed collection, but justified it by saying that I didn't bring any touristy souvenirs home and the tote bag and free wristlet qualify. As for the keychains, well, I am starting to collect interesting ones, and they make nice accents in my cubicle.

I didn't accomplish much of anything this weekend, though. Just my regular chores, really, and not even all of those -- I didn't vacuum, for instance. I did flip the mattress when I changed the bedding, and spent a couple of hours yesterday cooking, so....

Speaking of bedding, a while back, I ordered a comforter set from Zulily. King-size comforter, two throw pillows, two shams, and a bedskirt, for under $50. I was quite pleased with myself. It took about three weeks for them to get here, and when they did, I was really pleased. Loved the color(s) (reversible). And then I opened the package. The white side of the comforter (the side meant to be in) was soft and pretty. The purple side (meant to be out) was pretty, but not at all soft, and it rustled. It felt a bit like plastic, and I have to wonder if it was flame-retardant at all. It was like a sleeping bag, in fact, with a soft interior and nylon shell, and all of the purple fabric on the shams, throw pillows and bed skirt was the same. I was really disappointed. I won't be using it. Maybe I'll save it for my sister's wedding, since she's supposed to be marrying Number 5 this summer.

I started watching Space: 1999 yesterday; it's available on Hulu. The first episode is a bit slow, but the pace picks up some after that. When the show originally aired, I was...eight or so. Since I remember it in color, I must have seen it at my grandparents' house (we only had a black and white TV until I was about 13). I don't remember much about it other than it terrified me -- but then, so did Star Trek at that age. (Trivia: Martin Landau, who starred in Space: 1999 was almost cast as Spock in Star Trek...or so I recall reading somewhere.)

It's interesting watching TV shows from my childhood as an adult, especially seeing actors that I know from much later things. Ian McShane, for instance, was in one of the episodes I watched last night. I've never seen Lovejoy, but I've seen a lot of advertising for it, and I've seen him in a couple of other things. So I'm staring at this guy, trying to figure out why he looks so familiar, and it finally hits me right before his name comes up in the opening titles. "Surely that's not Ian Mc.... Okay. I guess it is, then."

I am currently reading Alan Dean Foster's novelization of Star Wars: The Force Awakens. It's like watching the movie in slow motion with the dialogue being not quite right. I need to find my copy of Splinter of the Mind's Eye and re-read it. Talk about your alternate universes.... (In which Luke and Leia go off somewhere or other, crash land on a planet they've never been to, ride giant lily pads, and Luke meets Darth Vader in person. Oh, and Luke gets the girl. Yeah -- they weren't siblings, yet....)
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This evening is the beginning of a mini-vacation; we have Monday off for Presidents Day, so I added Friday and Tuesday to make a five-day weekend. I am facing -- with great pleasure -- the prospect of not having The Gecko in my house until next Wednesday, of not having to worry about things disappearing out of my fridge, of being able to leave my blankie and pillows on the couch, and of not having to liberally spray my chair and ottoman with Febreeze every day. I have no real plans for the weekend, other than to avoid going out on Saturday if at all possible as it is supposed to be frigid, and to go see Deadpool on Sunday with BFT. I would also like to see Hail, Caesar, but we'll see about that one; I wouldn't be terribly upset if I missed it and had to wait for the DVD. Actually, I'm not all that looking forward to Deadpool, but we do go see Marvel movies on opening weekend....

It has been a really long, drawn-out week. I was beginning to wonder if 4:00 p.m. on Thursday would ever arrive.

My reading seems to have slowed down a bit. I read a dozen books in January, but have only finished one in February. I am beginning the last of the Dresden books, and am not sure where to go from here. I have really enjoyed these; they're part of the reason I was able to get to 75 books for 2015; before I started reading them, it had been a long time since I spent an entire evening reading. Perhaps I'll go to the Kushiel series; I have read the first two books, but never read the third in the first trilogy, and now there are...what, two? more trilogies? Three? They reminded me a lot of Guy Gavriel Kay...who is due to have a new book out in a few months, so maybe I should read a couple of his, as well.

I have also finished the second season and begun the third season of Elementary. When I sit down to watch it, I watch two or three episodes at a time. That's probably what I'm going to do with this evening, in fact. MyAuntie and I were talking about it the last time I called her; she was complaining about the character of Kitty, saying that she and MyNuncle stopped watching the show for a while, but I rather like her. It's early days, yet, though; I'm not yet to the halfway mark in the season....
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Oh, man, is my back sore this morning. It took me two and a half hours (at least) to clear the driveway yesterday. I lugged the snowblower out, but apparently snowblowers are the winter equivalent of lawnmowers and the Lawnmower Curse struck. Which is to say that I couldn't get the damned thing started. So it sat on the sidewalk mocking me while I shoveled and shoveled and shoveled and shoveled and shoveled some more. Usually when we get as much snow as we did, I only clear half my driveway, but since my brother is often sitting in the drive when I get home from work, I cleared both lanes. Because he sure as hell wouldn't do it, and I'm pretty sure he'd block me out of my own driveway if I only cleared half of it.

So. Sore back, and lots of ibuprofen. Yay.

The rest of my snow day was quiet. I read the last novella in Side Jobs, so my book count for this year stands at 4, although I have also read more than 70,000 words in an excellent Star Wars fic (set in the years before the latest movie) which has one more chapter to be posted. Last evening, I watched the first three episodes of Elementary courtesy of Hulu because Netflix doesn't have it. (I bought myself a Roku stick for my birthday.)

Today starts with a dentist appointment. Well, technically, today started with me shutting off my alarm clock, but one gets the point. And one will get the point, painfully, and several times, in a little over an hour. That is the second of this week's appointments, then I have a doctor appointment after work this afternoon, which will be the third.

I still haven't figured out what to get my father for his birthday. I'm so desperate that I considered getting him one of those retro candy boxes, but my mother would probably have a fit. He and Mom make frequent trips to the Buffalo area; maybe I should just get him a restaurant gift card. I could give him the one they gave me for Xmas; they'll be in a position to use it way before I will....


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