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Poor Jack has been egregriously abused this weekend. First, I dosed him with Interceptor yesterday morning (though he didn't seem to mind it), then last evening I grabbed his tail to get him off a young woodchuck that he caught in the backyard. (The woodchuck died.) And just now, I dosed him with his monthly flea/tick drops. He hates that. He actually ran away from me and I had to corner him to administer them. Of course, he might also have still been upset over me dragging him in by his collar last evening, so that when I grabbed his collar this morning.... Well, it's done for another month. I understand there are different meds out there now, but I just refilled these and can't return them, so that's that.

In any case, the abuse is ongoing because I won't let him go out and roll in the dewey grass until the drops have had a chance to dry. I am evil.

Aaaand I just ejected Kethri from my office because she was headed for the smelly corner where she has been peeing, and where the enzyme stuff is supposed to be taking the smell away (and hopefully when it's finally dry, it will have). Since last weekend, I have had a child gate across the doorway (she can't jump that high any longer), but I have it open right now because she was asleep on my bed. Apparently it's time for her midmorning yowl about starvation, though.

I went to my first garage sale of the season yesterday morning. These folks up the street -- across the street from where the kittens are now hanging out -- have a garage sale every summer and they always have great stuff. I missed it last year, so I wanted to make sure to get up there this year. I came home with a marble-inlaid side table, a fancy Deco-influenced floor lamp that was probably $150 new, what I think is probably a rag rug but which I am likely to use as a throw, and a few pieces of costume jewelry that were likely handmade, including a wire-wraped labradorite oval on a velvet cord. I do love labradorite. And I spent a total of $42. Not too shabby. The table will go in the breezeway. The lamp will be used in the house in one or another of my reading spots, all of which need better lighting. Oh, I also bought a winey-red quatrefoil-patterned poofy ottoman which will also go in the breezeway; in fact, I was using it this morning, while sitting out there reading for a bit. When I get the room cleaned out and redecorated, I am going to love it out there. I am already quite fond of it and it still has all the ugly hallmarks of HTWIWM's storage area. Unfortunately, I can't get it completely cleaned out without cleaning the garage and that's not going to happen until Mom and Dad get their crap out of there. It has now been two months since the first garage sale, and they have only been back once to get stuff. I am not really surprised, just tired of not having the use of my garage. Bleah.

The local KMart is closing, and their liquidation sale has started. There is a breakfast nook set of furniture -- a picnic-style table, a bench, and then two backed benches that form a corner, all in a light honey finish -- that I covet, that I was hoping would be reduced low enough to justify purchasing for the breezeway. Actually, I really only want the table; maybe when it gets closer to the place actually closing, they'll be anxious to sell the floor model.

Hmph. Just had a neighbor knock on the door with his daughter -- had to run upstairs to put on a bra before I answered the door -- she wants the tub. Actually, she was hoping I'd give it to her, and when I told her it was in my garage sale for $125, she asked if I'd take $30 for it. I told her the best I could do was $75. But really? $30 for a cast iron claw foot tub that even has faucets? I know I've had a helluva time selling it, but really? It's not my problem that they live in Maryland and would have to figure out a way to get it there. Not. My. Problem. I'm perfectly willing to put it back in the garage forever (and stop people from knocking on my damned front door).

Oh, whatever. Time to think about mowing the lawn.
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Friday's garage sale was not encouraging, but the weather wasn't great. Mom said that she watched the folks across the street constantly carrying the furniture they had for sale into and out of the garage as the rain began or passed. It was also pretty chilly. Saturday was a different story almost entirely. It was still coolish, but brightly sunny, and there were a lot of people out. We had more people stop by in the couple of hours before BFT picked me up for our trip to Buffalo than had stopped by in all of the day before, according to Mom.

The highlight of the weekend was the trip to Buffalo with BFT and J1 to see Wicked at Shea's. J2 didn't go because she's going to be seeing it on Broadway with students in a couple of weeks. BFT and I drove to J1's parents' house and J1 drove into Buffalo, as she is okay with driving right downtown (and Shea's is on Main Street). We ended up getting there an hour early, so we basically had our pick of parking. Every other time I've been to Shea's we've parked in a largish fenced lot about a block away from the theater. It's relatively inexpensive (only $3), but it's a nightmare to get out of. I spotted the lot, though, and thought J1 was going to turn into it, but she went right on by, and we found a much smaller lot on the other end of the block. It was $5, but as it was basically a wide alley, getting in and out was much, much simpler, so it worked out very well.

The show was excellent. We were in the eleventh row from the stage, in the center section, on the right-hand end of the row. (BFT prefers an aisle seat.) The sound was much better than the last time, and we were close enough to see the actors' expressions and to make out details of the costumes. The last time we were there (the first time we'd seen the show), we were three rows from the back of the auditorium and it was like watching something without glasses when you're near-sighted. (Which I am, so I know whereof I speak.)

Although BFT and J1 expressed preferences for the first Glinda and this Elphaba, I didn't really remember that many details of that previous performance. I just enjoyed being there. My only niggle is that I constantly spotted the actors who were responsible for rigging safety catches (for Glinda's bubble, for instance) or other bits and pieces of stage maneuvering. Oh, and the chorus member who also played Elphaba's father was tall and broad and had a shaved head so that when he retired into the chorus, he was still rather obvious and distracting.

After the show, we went to the nearest mall because BFT and J1 wanted to get dinner at The Cheesecake Factory. I have to agree that the food was very, very good -- and the portions were huge; I will end up with three meals out of what I brought home -- but I was actually underwhelmed by the cheesecake. Really, I've had better cheesecake from Wal-Mart.

It ended up being a loooong day: BFT dropped me off at my house around 8:20, and then I had to walk the dog and clean up the bits of the garage sale that Mom had left in the driveway, so I missed the first few minutes of Doctor Who, and didn't pay too close attention to the rest of the episode as a consequence. That's all right, though; I taped it and I'll watch it later this week.

For some weird reason, I've been watching the...sixth? seventh? series of DW this week -- the series with Madame Kovarian and the Silence as the Big Bads. I think I had wanted to watch the first two episodes of the season, and then I realized that "The Doctor's Wife" was coming up, so I just kept plowing through them, and now I'm up to "Let's Kill Hitler," which I will probably watch this evening.

So...other things....

Oh! On the way home Saturday night, BFT and I spotted the kittens! They are definitely at the house up the block. Mama was lounging in their front yard and the kittens were tumbling around on their front steps. I saw the little grey one. I have also seen kittens -- three black ones -- over on the next street closer to where the colony hangs out because that's where they get fed. So now there are at least seven new members....

Noise

Jul. 4th, 2016 10:00 pm
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After several years of peace in the neighborhood, I knew that there would be noise tonight. There are new people in a couple of houses, and while I am sure that I am generalizing just a touch too much, the folks up the street are from Texas. Guess where the current noise is coming from? Up the street. The municipal display won't start for another twenty minutes or half hour, and I am planning to stay up until that is ended, then hit the couch for another couple of hours, and finally toddle off to bed whenever I wake up dying from being on the couch.

Why am I going to start the night on the couch? To put it succinctly: Jack. Jack has been a little weird all weekend, and he's been extra-clingy today. Because there are often fleas and ticks out near MyAuntie and Nuncle's place, I brushed Jack this morning and put his flea stuff on him -- which he hated, of course. An hour or so later, I let him outside, then started cleaning. About an hour after that, I went out to see what he was up to and found that he had stuffed himself under the ramp. I have never seen him do that before. It's entirely possible that someone was letting off fireworks in the morning and he was hiding; with the vacuum running, I wouldn't have heard them.

He's been clinging to me ever since.

I actually did get quite a lot done today. I had done laundry and written checks yesterday, so I didn't have to worry about that. Instead, I got started on cleaning up the back room. I found the dining room table, which has been buried for weeks under garage sale detritus. I also did the filing in the library. I have a terrible habit of writing out checks and then not filing the paperwork, so I had two stacks of filing, one for me and one for Gram. That doesn't seem like a whole lot of work, but it took me a couple of hours. I put away laundry. I suppose while I'm sitting here waiting for it to go quiet outside, I should write a list for packing for this weekend, when I am leaving for my annual trek to see MyAuntie and Nuncle.

Speaking of which, one of my high school friends posted on Facebook a photo of The Site (i. e., the ubiquitous light house). This friend does live in Michigan, but not on the same end of the state as MyAuntie and Nuncle. But she owns a boat, and she was out on the lake, and posted a picture of the lighthouse. I'm not certain I can adequately explain the level of weird going on there, at least for me. It's right up there with my best in person friends meeting [personal profile] silme last summer, because I have always been careful to keep a separation between my various friend groups.

None of that may make any sense to anyone other than me.

Hm. Sounds like the municipal show may have gotten underway; the noises I am hearing sound too deep to be private fireworks. Might be the groundworks they generally have prior to the aerial display.

I met BFT and J1 for dinner last evening, and we discussed the excursions we are going to be taking while on the cruise. I think we are taking two official ones, then just doing whatever at the other ports. Hard to believe this is just five weeks away now. The possibility was also mentioned that we might postpone the UK trip until 2018, because I would still be 50 years old in the summer of 2018, so it would still count. (I brought up the cost; if we're going next summer, we're going to have to start looking at things in the next couple of months.)

Ah. That's definitely the municipal show -- or a thunderstorm.
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I took Thursday off from work because I had to drive to Rochester for a mammogram, which I think I mentioned on Thursday morning. The trip was pretty stress-free (I was on time even though I had to stop halfway, and didn't miss the exit), and the exam came out okay. They didn't insist that I stay for an ultrasound, but did suggest that I have one as a matter of course next year due to density issues. (My density has popped me to you.)

Sometimes, after my appointment, I go shopping. Sometimes, I just come straight back home. Thursday, I decided to at least stop at Pier 1 because I had $20 in rewards certificates to use, and even though they'll take them after they're expired and there's a Pier 1 right by my aunt and uncle's place (we will stop there, in fact, on one of our Shopping Days), I felt like stopping, and no left turns were involved, so I stopped. I was so pleased that I did because they had in stock collage frames to match one that I purchased in Buffalo last year. I had loaded it with Paris photos and wanted a matching one to load with London photos. Or even Italy photos because I still haven't hung any of those. Anyway, I went through every frame on their website and they didn't have it in stock, anymore. It was still marked at the regular price, but I got one, anyway. And then when I got to the register, it rang in for $17, which is something like 85% off the original price...so I got their remaining one, too. So now I have one for London and Italy (probably one photo per city). I was so pleased with myself for stopping, because I had considered just coming straight home and mowing the lawn. Anyway, I picked up a few other things that I wanted, and with the deep sales they were having and my reward coupons, the whole order came to just about the regular price of one of the frames. So, yeah, pretty pleased with myself (even though I shouldn't be spending any money at all).

So Thursday was good.

Friday...less so.

Jack was really upset with me on Friday because when I came downstairs, I skipped our morning ritual (when I give him skritches for a couple of minutes while fur flies all over my living room), and ran straight to the laundry room because as soon as I got downstairs, I heard this loud hissing noise. My first thought was the gas line to the dryer, but it turned out to be water under pressure -- you know how it hisses, instead of trickling or running or gurgling. I couldn't find anything wrong in the laundry room, though, so I went down into the basement...yikes, what a mess.

I had noticed, on my way through the living room that some cat had pooed on the throw rug in the living room, and when I went downstairs, I found out why: the litter boxes were flooded because something was leaking and water was sheeting down the basement wall and into the litter boxes...and beyond, since they were full. Which...ugh.

I got the cold water valve turned off, but the hot water valve was corroded. I didn't want to turn the water off at the main house valve because I hadn't even been to the bathroom, yet, so the water continued to run for a couple of hours until I could get hold of my parents. (Yes, the same ones that I complain about constantly. Though it's really just my mother. My dad is okay.) They came down around 7:30 (water still running) and Dad got the corroded valve to turn (fortunately, we found the tools in the toolbox that Grama had given me after Grampa died), but it didn't shut the water off, so we did end up shutting off the water to the house. And let me tell you, you never think about how much water you use and where until you don't have it.

I had already called in to work, but then Mom said that since the immediate problem was taken care of, they needed to hit some garage sales and Dad would be back in a couple of hours to fix the problem, which turned out to be an abraded washer hose. Because the valves were in the basement, hoses ran through the floor, and one of them had rubbed against the edges of the hole and kaplooeyhisswetwetwetflood.

Now my mother's time sense is something like Football Time or SCA Time -- if she says "a couple of hours," you can bet she means "around noon, if you're lucky." My sister had already taken the day off to come be moral support, so I had her sit with Jack while I got dressed and went to work for a couple of hours because I had a meeting that morning that wasn't necessarily earth-shattering, but which had been hell on wheels to schedule, and I didn't want to have to attempt to reschedule it. So I worked for two hours, then came back home, and my dad didn't show up for another half hour or so -- just as expected. (I went got to work at 10:15 and left at 12:15.)

Anyway. To make a long story slightly longer, we decided to extend the water pipes above the floor into the laundry room. HTWIWM had left them in the basement because he always wanted the washer and dryer in the basement. Either in the basement or in the upstairs bathroom (and we all know how that story goes). My father used to work at the water filtration plant in town, so he knows plumbing (because there's no way in hell that they'd've hired a plumber to fix anything). I had to buy the parts (which is why I left work instead of just leaving him to it), but I also helped install them (mostly holding the light and extra hands), so I learned a few things.

And right now, my second load of laundry is running, and so far -- knock wood -- things are holding.... But now I've got a full load of filthy rags hanging on the laundry line -- I took them straight from the basement and hung them up sopping wet rather than trying to wring them out -- and I don't want to run them through my washer, so I'm actually contemplating throwing almost my entire supply of rags (old towels, all) away. I suppose I could wash them out by hand in the backyard, then hang them back up to dry. That might be the best thing to do.

The rest of the weekend has been far less exciting: yesterday, I spent a good chunk of the day finishing (more or less) the clean up of the basement and working on getting garage sale stuff around. Today, I have a writing project to finish up, then I'm meeting The Girls this afternoon to see Independence Day: Resurgence. They had better not have screwed this sequel up because ID4 is one of my favorite movies, and the one I always turn to when I'm really depressed.
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It has been a nice weekend. I did end up making a list of Things To Do this weekend (some of which were never going to get done); of the twenty-five items on the list, I changed my mind about one and scratched it off, and have accomplished 17 others. I expect to get at least one other cross-off today, maybe two, but probably no more.

Much of the crossing-off was accomplished on Friday. I finally called the Dodge dealership about the ignition recall on my van, so have an appointment for that (and to fix the rear window wiper, after two years of not having it). I called the V-E-T to arrange Merlin's long-delayed blood test (because he's pretty much down to skin and bones, and if he needs his meds adjusted, we need to get on that; I don't have the money for it, but that's what credit cards are for, right?). I scheduled my mammogram (since I skipped last year because I hate driving to Rochester. I should really pick a new practice. There's a good one in Buffalo, I'm told). I rescheduled my eye appointment because with our new insurance coming on Wednesday, they asked us to put off vision stuff until after 7/1. I had already been waiting six weeks for an appointment; what's another month, right? Then I mowed the backyard, which really didn't need it, but if I can keep a little ahead of it, it takes less gas and less time. A tank and a half of gas as opposed to three, for instance...which is why I should probably mow again today, because it's already starting to get shaggy.

Friday evening, I met the girls at the cinema for X-Men Apocalypse. (Is there a colon in there?) It was surprisingly empty for opening weekend, but I guess there was a benefit going on across town. It was...not as good as the last one, I didn't think. I didn't like the actress playing young Jean Grey; I quite liked Famke Janssen.

Saturday was spent in doing my usual Saturday chores, which netted me a bunch more cross-offs.

Yesterday, I spent about eleven hours working on my assignment for the My Old Fandom exchange. I had thought it was due at the end of June, but it is actually due on the tenth. Yikes. I had intended to have it finished this weekend, anyway, but wasn't fussing about it if I didn't...until I found out the deadline was three weeks closer than I thought. But I got it finished and off to beta last night after 11:00 p.m. (Thanks, Beth!) It might have been a bit earlier, but I did take a break to watch a movie.

Today, it's back to the do-list, at least for a while. I want to apply for VA benefits for my grandmother, and doing that while her records are right here and handy (as opposed to trying to do it on a break at work). I called MyAuntie on Saturday, and somewhere between the time I left her on Friday afternoon and she made her daily phone call to MyAuntie, Gram started freaking out about her finances. She never said a word to me about it while I was there Friday, but she informed Auntie that she needed to sell the house because she was broke. Well...that's why I want to apply for benefits for her; I think as the widow of a WWII vet, she might be eligible for something, and since she's at an assisted living facility, she might be eligible for Aid & Attendance. Anyway, I discussed this with Auntie, who was telling me to find someone to help me fill out the application -- which was the least of my worries; I am very familiar with government paperwork, and the VA app actually looks less complicated than ours. I may consult someone at the county veterans agency (which is not the actual VA); I may not. We'll see how it goes.

I am a bit worried about Gram's needing to feed her tablemates at mealtimes. She was always feeding people ("What'll you have?" "Is that all you're going to eat?" "Have some potatoes." "How about some stuffing?" "Have another roll." "What'll you have for dessert?"), and now she obsesses about how much everyone else is eating. There is a new guy at her table, and she can't get him to eat anything. (He is apparently subsisting on Ensure.) We've told her to leave him alone. It's to the point where the facility has told her to leave him alone, but she tells me that she just can't watch someone not eat. She's afraid he's going to starve to death. Well, if he does, it's not her responsibility. I'm hoping that the facility either assigns him or her to a new table and that's the end of it.

Anyway. Gotta go close the house up because I got it down to 69° overnight and it's supposed to be in the 80s and humid again today, and then go out and get milk.

Kree!

Mar. 13th, 2016 12:55 pm
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I managed to accomplish very little yesterday. I had intended to hang my laundry outside because it was supposed to be a nice day, but I ended up hanging only the rag towels and towels that I use to cover my living room chair out. The rest of the laundry didn't get done until this morning, and today is considerably less pleasant, and even if it weren't going to rain, it would still be too chilly for laundry.

The reason I didn't get as much done as I would have liked is that I had to take Merlin out to the V-E-T's office. And since I didn't have a sitter and had already left the house once and had plans to do so again, Jack got to go along. I considered leaving him in the van, but MyAuntie has a story about leaving a dog in the car and coming back to find the liner hanging from the ceiling. So...now. He was reasonably well-behaved, though; certainly more so than the Great Dane girl who was already in the waiting area when we got there. She really wanted to make friends with Jack.

So Merlin has now had his annual (more or less) check up, and is on antibiotics again. When his chronic infection clears up, I need to take him out for blood work because he is down to 6.4 pounds and so his thyroid meds probably need to be adjusted. They did try to get blood from him yesterday, but Doc W finally gave up; she said he was panicking and she didn't want to stress him any further. She figures it was because with the congestion from the infection, he couldn't breathe properly.

Didn't accomplish much else for the rest of the day, but I did sit out in the sun reading for a while, which was nice. I did have to go put a sweater on, though.

Last evening, BFT and I went to see Gods of Egypt. When it ended, we both said, "Well, that was long." She added that if she had been ten years old, she'd've loved it. It was a pretty movie, but...not that great, really. I kept looking for a stargate, and there was a rayed ring at one point, but it was meant to frame the sun, and Horus prayed to Ra in front of it. Two things kept bugging me: they pronounced "Apophis" with a long "o" (which may, in fact, be how it is pronounced, but after ten seasons of Stargate SG1 where it is pronounced with a short "o," it's jarring), and characters twice said "slayed" instead of "slew." Oh, and nobody at all said "kree!"

And then, of course, it was Spring Forward night. Because I'd been out, I wasn't sleepy, even though by the time I got home, it was my normal bedtime. So I noodled around on the computer for a while before going upstairs. That was all fine, but then the plumbing started squealing in the middle of the night, and wouldn't stop -- that was its new thing yesterday, to squeal and not stop until I went in and flushed the toilet -- until I went downstairs and flushed it. Twice. The second time was near enough to 5:00 a.m. that I gave up and got up, but Jack only got short walkies and I decided to try to catch some more sleep on the couch...where Kethri would not leave me alone. She kept leaping up onto the couch past my head; the first time, she missed (being the most ungraceful of cats) and scratched my hand with her hind claws (bad enough, I later found, that it bled). I finally went upstairs, and she followed me into the bedroom, so I tossed her out (almost literally, because I was pretty angry by that time) and went back to bed for an hour or so. Of course, that won't make any difference tomorrow.... I hate DST.

My parents are supposed to stop by this afternoon so Dad can take a look at the plumbing; I'm pretty sure that the innards of the toilet need to be replaced again, but maybe he can just wave his Dadly fingers at them and get them to behave....
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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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Poor Jack. He hasn't had a proper outing since Thursday. We've gone on a few aborted walks, but not far enough for him to poo. This worries me a little, and at this point, I'd be happy to clean up after him if he went in the house. But if he doesn't even like to use the yard, he's certainly not going to use the house.

The Weather Channel is claiming that it's -16°F out there with wind chills of -30°. Jack was outside briefly this morning -- he rolled in the snow, then headed toward the back of the yard where I figured he was going to do his thing, but he got derailed by Cold Paws. Even on the way back to the house, he stopped halfway to lie down and get his paws out of the snow. It's supposed to warm up to the mid-teens today, so I'll take him out in a few hours when it might at least have reached 0°, and hopefully at least get around the block.

It has been a quiet weekend. I looked through the DVDs that I had stored away in binders and came upon Neverwhere. I had started to watch it once, thinking it was just a movie, and after a couple of episodes, had put it away and never finished it. So I finished it this weekend. I love the idea of London Below. And twenty years ago, Peter Capaldi was quite...hm. Not sure what word I want to use that's not going to detract from his current state. Well, okay, his nose was a mite less patrician (craggy? hatchet-like? beaky?) then. Mind you, I think that he's got a face that is made more for frowning ("Who frowned me this face?") than smiling -- when the Doctor smiles, it's scary. On the other hand, that might just be that acting thing; I haven't seen any interviews where he actually smiles or laughs.

I'm rambling. Anyway, I found some of the production values a bit dodgy, but enjoyed it nevertheless. I thought I had read the book, but apparently I never have.

Dinner has been postponed yet again, to tomorrow night, so I don't have to go out today at all -- except for walking Jack. There are chores I should be doing, papers that need to be sorted, a curtain to be hung in the back room, all sorts of cleaning that could be accomplished, but I have no ambition whatsoever. I expect I shall spend the day either playing dumb video games or watching DVDs. I don't even have the ambition necessary for reading. I had thought about making cookies for the combined Mardi Gras/Birthday Day at work tomorrow, but you know what? I don't feel like it. So they'll just have to do without.

I did try to get a bit of a feel for the new camera yesterday. I have had it for a week, but haven't really played with it yet. It's lighter than Marcello, and has an electronic viewfinder, rather than an optical one, which means that in order to use the viewfinder, I have to press a button to turn it on. That difference hadn't occurred to me when I bought it. All I saw was "viewfinder," which is a huge selling point for me. I don't like having just a screen. It has almost twice as much zoom on it as Marcello, so I might finally get some cardinal photos. (The cardinals run if you get too terribly close.) I did take some Teeny Tiny TARDIS photos with it yesterday....

I am debating whether or not to sign up for the Fic Exchange Formerly Known As Rarewomen. I didn't make any nominations this year, because I wasn't certain I wanted to sign up. There's time to think about it; sign-ups are open until the end of the month.

I am also debating whether or not I want to work OT next week. I am scheduled to work 9-5, I believe, and if I went in at 8:00, that'd probably work out nicely (except for Tuesday when I have to go to the doctor's office first thing). Wednesday is payroll, which means that I need to get all of my recerts and other regular monthly work off my desk and onto my senior's. I think I will not answer the phone tomorrow....
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So...I wasn't going to do any work outside yesterday. Nope. Wasn't going to. And then it occurred to me that I'd better clear the grapevines off my little Rose of Sharon tree before they killed it, so I put on sweats (it was cold yesterday morning) and headed out back. Two hours later, I'd whacked the shit out of the grapevines all along the fence (and bagged them, taking great care to get all the grapes up, since they're supposedly toxic to dogs), trimmed a couple of branches off the rose at the front of the garage, and a couple of branches off the crabapple tree in back (for mowing purposes, as they all touched the ground). I had cut down the maple explosion on both sides of the fence (it's a maple tree that will not get the idea that I want it to die a fiery death (probably because I haven't tried actual fire)), cut down some weird purply things by the Rabbit Exit, and either cut down or pulled up all of the goldenrod surrounding the thrice-damned loader by hand. Each individual stalk was either pulled up or cut down. And that was a lot of goldenrod. I'm going to have to hire someone to clean up the compost heap for me, since really all it is is a brush pile with bonus added dog poo.

And I gotta tell ya, it warmed up fast out there. I was drenched by the time I came back in, 'cause I wasn't taking the time to change clothes just to whack at weeds.

I drew the line, however, at mowing the goddamned lawn.

Most of the rest of the day was spent editing Michigan photos. I got through the rest of the butterfly house (Marcello only, though; I still have Cellino's to go through), the hike up and down the bluff park (again, Marcello only), and up to the carousel. I'll be going out again before I get through all those photos!

Oh, and I made some pointed remarks to my mother about wanting to get her furniture out of my house and needing help to get it up to her garage sale this coming weekend. I'm sure they'll sail right over her head, though. Every time she has a garage sale, she offers to let me bring stuff up, but since the last few times I took stuff up, I never got the money, I can't see any point in making the effort. If I just want to get rid of stuff like that, I can take it straight to the dump.

Yarg. Gonna be a sucky week at work; since next weekend is Labor Day weekend already, the rotation list for coverage is going to be getting a workout. I already know that I have to cover for someone on Thursday, but in addition to that, I have to work 9-5 for someone else, also on Thursday. And if anyone calls in this week, then I'm likely to get hit up to cover on that day, too. Do I need to say again how stoopid this whole coverage thing is? Especially for when someone calls in?

...and I just glanced at the clock. I'm gonna be late....
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If I start a post with "I'm so tired," will anyone be surprised? No? I'm so tired. I didn't even do all that much this weekend. I think it's just because it's Monday. And it looks like the weather might be changing. Can't tell; haven't checked the forecast.

I spent most of the weekend processing trip photos. I have hundreds of photos that are just detail shots of the facades of cathedrals. I have gotten through San Gimignano, which was on our third day; after struggling up and up the steep streets, we went to the Verrazanno Castle winery for wine-tasting (which I didn't) and dinner, then were dropped at our hotel in Florence. I took a lot of photos in Florence, but most of them are details of the duomo and baptistry and statues in the main square. I'm not even ready to take photos in to work. Ah, well. I'll get through them all eventually.

Saturday night was our annual neighbors picnic next door. Usually we have it on the Saturday of Labor Day weekend, but almost everyone is going to be gone next weekend. Usually everyone (except me) gets a bit tipsy, and we go until well after dark. This time, the first couple bailed a little after 7:00 -- they wanted to watch the Bills game, and the rest of us left not long after that. I had to go feed the critters and it didn't seem like there was much point in going back after that. We were joking about starting earlier next year, having an Early Bird Special, or maybe making in a Neighbors Breakfast.

Yesterday, I mowed the backyard. This was something of an accomplishment; I had mowed two-thirds of it earlier in the week, but never got back to the North Forty, so it hadn't been mowed in three and a half weeks, and it looked it. I thought it would clog the mower and stall it out, and was pleasantly surprised when it didn't.

The Lead Alien, whom I had not seen or spoken to in almost a year, contacted me earlier in the week about getting his stuff out of my basement, so he came by yesterday with his daughter and son-in-law...and Sheila peed all over the backroom. Sheila has almost never peed in the house before. I was extremely annoyed and rather embarrassed. Cruiser, I'd've expected it from. Dogs. Anyway, I warned them that I hadn't touched anything in the basement since HTWIWM took off, so I hoped he knew what he was looking for and where it was...and the stuff wasn't where he thought it was, nor could we find it with cursory looking. I've never taken a photo of the mess down there. Perhaps I should. The upshot of it is that he is going to attempt to contact HTWIWM to see if they can figure out where the stuff has gotten to, and then he'll come back and we'll descend into the pit again. At one point, he made an offer that sounded like he would get HTWIWM to come help him look. I quashed that immediately. "I'd really rather never see him again," I said quite firmly. His daughter snorted. It's not true, of course; I want to see him desperately. I want him to grovel and apologize and tell me that the Twinkie got run over by a bus and he's so sorry that he hurt me, blah, blah, blah. It's not going to happen, of course. Not ever. And I'm just not mature enough, apparently, to be able to handle seeing him happy with someone else.

So, yeah. It's Monday. I'm tired. Lather, rinse, repeat.
malinaldarose: (hp weight world)
I am not looking forward to today. I haven't been so unenthused about my job (as I have been for the last few months) since I worked in PA. Gods above and below, I loathed PA. I'm worried that I'm going to end up back there, too.

I am tired this morning -- I know, as usual, right? -- and it feels like it's going to be a long week. I have the iron heating right now so I can press my slacks, then I suppose I'll go in early again. Have to get COLA done.

I shouldn't be this tired: I spent all day yesterday watching Harry Potter movies, first on DVD, then switching over to broadcast, so I could see the "never before seen in theatres" footage that ABC Family was supposedly airing. Other than a frame or two here and there, I never saw anything new and finally gave up after two hours and went to bed. Maybe that's why I'm tired? It was an hour later than I normally go to bed. Probably not, though. I think it's just because it's Monday.

I forgot all about the SyFy December miniseries. I haven't watched the last couple because while I thought The Triangle and Tin Man were very good, I did not at all like Alice, so I didn't watch the one that came after that. I'm curious to know whether this new one, a pre-Peter Pan Peter Pan story shows any promise.
malinaldarose: (bloody weather)
It has been raining since right after I caulked my windows yesterday afternoon. It was sunny and breezy while I was up on the ladder doing it (which is why I was up on the ladder doing it), and immediately thereafter -- whilst still sunny and breezy, mind -- it started spitting rain. The caulk tube specifically says not to do it if there is rain expected.

I don't know about anyone else, but I wasn't expecting any rain....

When I put the ladder away, I discovered that small, furry woodland creatures, probably moles or chipmunks, have taken up residence in the second garage bay's door. Not actually the door itself, but in the layer of insulation between the glass and the outer layer of foam that HTWIWM installed to cut down on wind whistling into his woodshop (when the garage was his woodshop). I'd seen that the foam was bowed outward, but assumed it was weather. But yesterday, I saw through the windows in the door that the insulation had obviously been lived in. Fuzzy little bastards.

Well, I did it. After my researches into the subject, with all kinds of specifications reeling in my head, I finally gave up on ordering a television and just went to BJ's where I had only to choose between two models, and I chose based on the brightness of the whites; they were pinkish in the one model and definitely white in the other, so that's what I bought. I did not set it up yesterday, though, as I had to go right to Grama's for dinner. I now have two batches of leftover chicken in my fridge as I made chicken on Saturday and Grama made a whole package of chicken thighs when two would have done the trick. I also have more gravy in the fridge, and I just yesterday morning washed the last batch of gravy I'd made down the sink. *sigh* Grama wants me to come for dinner next week, too, but I'm going out of town on Saturday -- I've been pressed into going to a winery with Friend P and Mrs. P -- so I am selfishly clinging to Sunday for myself. So tonight after work I will set up the TV, though I suppose it can't possibly be as easy as unplugging the old one and putting the new one in its place. I foresee much weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth.

I do not think I'm looking forward to today. I half expect to get reprimanded for leaving the uptown office early on Friday to drop off my boxes and clock out at the main office. I generally transport my own boxes of cases rather than leaving them for the courier because they won't get to me until mid-afternoon otherwise. I had originally been dropping them off on my way home, but decided that I wasn't going to get any more accomplished and the time clock system doesn't care which clock you swipe on, so.... *shrug* But the prickliest of our supervisors was on duty Wednesday afternoon, and she may decide that I'm not allowed to do that and go to her supervisor who will then pass it back down the chain to my supervisor and then to me.

Actually, I'm probably not looking forward to just cleaning up the mess that a few days away from my desk entails. *sigh*

Oh, and today's forgotten English word is "bedfellow," which I'm not even going to bother to type out because all y'all know what it means.

Also? I have to say that this (YouTube video) cheered me up quite a lot this weekend. It's a bit loud, though....
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What I accomplished this weekend, in no particular order:
  • I mowed the lawn. Well, most of it.
  • I got rid of the silver van. (I'm counting it for this weekend, even though I did the actual donating at the beginning of last week.)
  • I did the updates for the shire's website, though I still have to upload them because I forgot the user ID and had to email the hosting company (fortunately, a small local company) to get it. They sent me the password, too, but that, at least, I had remembered.
  • Reloaded Minerva with a lot of data and a few bits of software that I still had installation files for (like, say, WS_FTP for the aforementioned shire website).
  • Scrubbed loose flakes of wallpaper and loads of dust off the thrice-damned dining room wall in preparation for the skim coat. Put patches over the dog-chewed areas and bought and trimmed corner bead to install over that corner. Measured poorly, so there's about half an inch that the corner bead won't cover. Can't decide whether to put it at the top or bottom. (Actually, I didn't measure poorly; I measured as well as I could an area taller than I am when I only had two hands to do it and really needed three.)
  • Cried for lost love -- but that's nothing new.
  • Didn't go see The Lion King (again), which Carmike claims to be playing in both 2D and 3D, but they only list 3D times on their website.
  • Read most of Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets; if I'd not done at least some work, I'd probably be all the way through Prisoner of Azkaban as well.
  • Not certain why I've been on such a reading kick lately. I've been reading when I normally would watch movies, like on Sunday evenings.
  • Cemetery tromp on Saturday, but the photos aren't edited yet.
  • Played a lot of Mahjong Titans. A lot.

I'm not enthused -- as usual -- about the upcoming day. It's supposed to be gorgeous again today (probably the last really nice day of the year), and I have to work uptown, which means 9-5. I have someone coming in to see me this afternoon right after lunch, but it'll probably be a short appointment; I think he's just dropping of paperwork, but he's one of the people who can't just hand it over to the receptionist and get a receipt for the copies; he's got to hand it directly to me...so I can waste my time making copies while the receptionist watches, bored. I'm also not looking forward to the phone call I'm likely to receive from a prospective client's son because I didn't return his call last week.

I'm getting really bad about returning calls, but the last few months, I just can't face the phone.

If I were smart, I'd go in at 8:00 so I could get some work done before the phones started ringing, but my boxes of work won't be delivered until this afternoon and I really don't think I want to get stuck into the box that is there until I have to (two problem cases -- they're so thick they took up the entire height of a standard Staples paper box, though they'll slide a bit from side to side), though I suppose if I went in early, I could stop at the other building and pick up a box of work.... This two-office thing is ridiculous, especially when they know they're going to be closing the other office. Hanging on there just because they can't get out of the lease is stupid. If they'd just station us up there until the lease runs out, it would save a lot of time and aggravation.

But who cares what the people who actually have to do the work think, right?

EDT

Mar. 13th, 2011 04:50 pm
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The clock -- and my stomach -- are telling me it's time to fix dinner, but my eyes are telling me something completely different, because the light levels coming in the windows are not right for dinner time. And perhaps that's why the dogs are lying quietly in the living room, and even though it's 5:38 p.m. (EDT) and her dinner time is only twenty minutes away, Princess Nimue Isis Morgana is not yet Starving. Mind you, when I go out to the kitchen and start cooking (scrambled eggs with very sharp cheddar, bacon, English muffins with butter and honey, and a glass of milk), she'll start Starving immediately. Last night, when I made that beef-and-snow pea stir fry that makes me so happy (it's So Very Tasty and I feel Accomplished when I cook it, probably because of the Real Ginger and Real Garlic), I had to lock her in the bedroom to keep her out from under my feet while I was chopping and cooking. (And even though the recipe states it takes only eight minutes of preparation and seven minutes of cooking, it still takes me nearly an hour, though I was clever last night and measured the soy sauce and orange juice into a small dish and had everything else to hand so that when I was ready to actually cook, I could just cook.)

Well. I just finished The White City by Elizabeth Bear. While it is, strictly speaking, a novella, it is still a book, so again, as with dinner last night, I feel Accomplished for having read two complete books this weekend. (I do have to complain about Sub Press yet again, though. They are simply Not Careful about what gets sent for printing. While it was nowhere near as bad as CdL's Eyes Like Leaves -- which does, in fact, earn the Epic Fail prize -- there were numerous little mistakes in it, at least one of which made the sentence nonsensical.)

So. Two complete books, some little bits of work around the house, and no doggy substances on the rug. I account that a Good Weekend.
malinaldarose: (aragorn no beeps)
This past weekend I was singularly unambitious, even for me. I spent most of Saturday watching movies and I spent all of yesterday watching Stargate SG1. I didn't even read, though I did do my Saturday chores. The shopping trip was pretty much all that I accomplished in three days off.

No, I take that back. I spent an hour and a half digging the van out yesterday and then my knee was bothering me, so part of my sloth was due to that. My neighbor finished blowing the snow out of my driveway last evening. I hope he didn't think I left it on purpose so he'd do it. I left it on purpose because I rarely use that side of the driveway, and this snow will probably only last a couple of weeks. (Please let it last only a couple of weeks....)

I did a good thing this morning (at least, it's probably a good thing): I reactivated my WW membership this morning and got all the paperwork ready so I can go to a meeting tomorrow after work. Between the changes in the program and the conflicting information from the Y and the fact that I don't like the SparkPeople website (too bright and too busy), I feel like I'm flailing and spinning and putting every damned thing in the world into my mouth -- it's a good thing that the cats are faster than I am....

I also did a very bad thing: There is a load of books being released right around now and through the end of next month that I was planning to get as they were released, and I had a coupon for Barnes & Noble. So I ordered (or pre-ordered) each and every one of them, figuring that I might as well get them while I had a discount...and then found out that my coupon was for a single item only. Reader, I ordered them anyway.
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Ye gods and little fishhooks, what a busy weekend. I wasn't home all day for any of the three. Saturday, of course, was garage sale-ing. Sunday was D&D, and I stayed to chat with the Vitke and the Nurse for over an hour after the game broke up. I'd really like a chance to talk to the Paladin, too, but...well, I don't want to upset his wife. I didn't make it to fight practice on Sunday evening, which is okay, as apparently no one else did, either.

Yesterday, I spent the morning doing housework: six loads of laundry (two of clothing and four of blankets), vacuuming, dishes, and scrubbing the bathroom (including the mildewed ceiling). Then I caught Terminator Salvation with Best Friend. As always, it was far too loud, and very frantic. It was also better than I expected, though that might have as much to do with all the nods back to previous movies. I liked that it focused on Kyle Reese more than on John Connor, since I'm not a fan of Christian Bale. I did like the character of Marcus Wright, very much. Oddly enough, the thing I liked best about it was that it tied itself back to the first movie by giving John that huge scar on his face, which is practically the first thing anyone sees of him. I do not, however, think I will be seeing it a second time before it's released to DVD (unlike Star Trek, which I'm considering going to see this evening just because they've got a popcorn/drink deal on Tuesday nights...oh, wait. I started WW again today. Drat.).

After the movie, though, it was back to the housework. I had a lot of trouble getting myself to stop working yesterday. There's always so much to do. Damned household archaeology and poonstix.

I watched Star Trek III: The Search for Spock last night. I've always preferred Kirstie Alley's Saavik to Robin Curtis's. The latter is much more coldly and correctly Vulcan than the former...and Kirstie Alley has a more interesting voice, and wore a single earring. Oh, and why do they pronounce her name "Sah-vik" in the first movie but "Sa-vik" in the second ("a" as in "apple" in the second pronunciation)? And for what it's worth? I prefer Mark Lenard over Ben Cross as Sarek.

I slept through the night last night for the first time in about a week. No bats, no skittery creatures in the walls, just lovely, blissful unconsciousness. And yet, I'm still really tired. Go figure.

I called the health department this morning and the Director of Environmental Health told me that from my description, it didn't sound like I had anything to worry about; he was confident that I would have known (since I was already awakeish) if a bat had landed on me and bitten me. I had already scheduled Merlin and Nimue for rabies boosters (they're both due later this year, anyway); their appointment is tomorrow morning. He approved of that and said that the only other thing he would recommend would be to bury the bats so that nothing else could get at them -- something I really should have thought of myself. So I'll upend one of my outdoor planters into that general area of the compost heap later, assuming it's not pouring when I get out of work (not going to do it at lunchtime because I wore a skirt to work this morning).

As mentioned in passing above, I joined Weight Watchers online yesterday morning. And then promptly stuffed myself with Whoppers (malted milk balls, not BK Whoppers, though I did have a Whopper Jr. for supper). Self-control, I haz it. This is certainly going to be interesting....

I've been thinking about writing again because I received a lot of kind comments about "Descent" (that ST:TNG story). Maybe -- just maybe -- I'm not as bad at it as I've always sort of thought (while still continuing to do it). Validation in the form of a sale would be nice, though....
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This weekend was a busy one, between running to the hospital and hanging out with my Auntie and D&D yesterday afternoon. It was gorgeous all weekend, though, and we actually played D&D outdoors yesterday, with me trying to keep my right leg in the shade, since I hadn't planned on being outside, so hadn't slathered Fawkes -- or any other part of me -- with sunscreen. (Yeah, I was actually wearing shorts. Me!)

I spent most of last evening, after returning from the game, doing chores. I had laundry to finish and dishes to do -- I'd made cookies at the last minute before the game, so they were still gooey when we got there (and then they sat in the sun until they were gone), and had left the dishes sitting on the sink. I also changed some of the storm windows for screens since it was really hot in the house. Finally, around 8:30, I settled on the loveseat in my office, right next to a window, with my book and read until bedtime.

It's supposed to be another glorious day, with temps above 80°, so I am playing hooky this afternoon and absconding with my Auntie. We'll go over to the ski resort town at the other end of the county and shop in all the little boutiques there, and make sure to visit the chocolatier. Plus, Auntie had said something about killing for a McDonald's hamburger, so perhaps we'll have dinner at MickeyD's (blech!).

I didn't visit Grama yesterday and the latest news is that she's being transferred to another room because they have someone who needs a private room. I guess I didn't realize that there were semi-private rooms in the rehab wing.

Of course, taking half the day off sort of wastes the effort I went to of getting dressed up in my Amish outfit this morning: nice slate blue blouse, black below-the-knees skirt, black Mary Janes and my hair in a braided bun. It's not Amish, of course -- it's nowhere near modest enough. The blouse is only three-quarter length sleeves and has a fairly deep opening (the top button is at cleavage level) and the skirt, though long, isn't ankle-length (though it's plenty long enough that it hides Fawkes). Plus I'm not wearing good woolen stockings. Wool? Today? *pantpant* But as soon as I get home at lunchtime, I'll be exchanging it for something I can wear sneakers with. Maybe I'll keep the blouse.

Cruiser and I went walkies this morning, for the first time in some weeks. The magnolia tree around the corner is in glorious bloom, as are the violets (which appeared almost overnight; I was complaining that there weren't any, and then, quite suddenly, there were). The wild strawberries near the trail are also in bloom, and the sunrise over the train yard was as lovely as a sunrise over a train yard can be. The only problem was that Cruiser started to limp slightly, so I turned us around about half a mile before I normally would have.

I'm going to miss this weather when it turns tomorrow and becomes more Aprilish.
malinaldarose: (singing_snake)
I should note for posterity, that I had wine with dinner on Saturday night. This is a first; I have reasons for staying away from alcohol that mostly have to do with the smell and taste of alcohol. But...new things, right? So I had some. It was nasty. Moving on....

(I have this image of how I'm supposed to be at this age: yoga-practicing, gardening, tea-and-wine-drinking, and happy. The problem is that I don't practice yoga -- I don't know how Gimpy Leg would like it -- I avoid alcoholic beverages like the proverbial plague, I don't like tea and I hate gardening. Love gardens, hate gardening. This does present a few problems....)

Needless to say, after the interrupted sleep of Saturday night, I didn't get up early yesterday. I didn't get up early enough, in fact, that I had to skip showering before the D&D game in order to get there on time. Oops.

The game was fun, as usual. When HTWIAM and [livejournal.com profile] paladin333 get going, there's no stopping them. So even though we were down two people and didn't actually accomplish anything, we had a blast.

After the game, I dropped my donations off at fight practice and Sir Knees took charge of them. Looks like Sunday night fight practices are falling apart; Sir Knees told me that there hadn't been anyone there at all the last few weeks and there were only two other people there last night, and they were apparently finished by 8:00 because while I was in the shower, SK called asking to borrow a cat carrier.

Then I ended up sitting on the step in the breezeway chatting with him for over an hour while my hair was wrapped in a towel and my chocolate languished uneaten in the kitchen drawer.

Today, it's back to winter for the day. Boo, hiss.
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Like so many other people, I really hate Spring Forward Day. And since I was already losing an hour of sleep, I was wide awake well before I would've normally gotten up, even. Feh.

Not that it really matters, since I intend to do very little today. I need to make Sunday soup, but since I'm making fake Zuppe Toscana (or however that is properly spelled), it's not as much of a hardship as it might be. All I really need to chop is half an onion, the sausage and a small potato or two. And maybe a half-stalk of celery (I can put cream cheese on the rest). I've decided to cook the sausage in the soup since it's more flavorful that way, even though it's fattier (hence the flavor). It just wasn't as good when I partially cooked the sausage ahead of time so I could get rid of some of the grease.

I also need to try out my light box. I have Nefarious Plans for illuminated projects involving the light box (no pun intended there).

Part of the reason I wasn't sleeping has to do with the ficathon prompts I was given. I really do want to write all three and I've even ordered research materials (gotta love Amazon Marketplace: $6 for books, $20 for shipping). Since one of the prompts has to do with Riker and Troi, I think I'm going to watch at least one of the Next Gen movies this afternoon, probably Insurrection, since that's when the two of them get back together. And I'm still planning to read Imzadi. This is probably the prompt I'll write for the 'thon, though I'm intending to write the other two at leisure (one SG1, one B5 (Talia and Ivanova, so I need to research Talia a bit; I seem to have missed a few second season episodes, though I do have the second season on DVD).

Why, oh why, can't my original fiction gnaw at my brain like this?

He To Whom I Am Married is wiring. He has, for some time, wanted to move the light switch for the patio from the addition back door to the breezeway back door. It really doesn't make sense for the switch to be where it is (though I suspect it did for the previous owners of the house, but we don't use the addition back door). So he's running that wire, plus he's doing some rewiring in the garage (the attic has never had lights run in it, for instance). I think he's rather enjoying it.

We watched most of Wyrd Sisters last night; a friend loaned it to us. I was not particularly entranced. Yes, the dialogue is good and some of the animation (I particularly liked the way Granny Weatherwax and Megrat were drawn (except for the latter's nose)) are quite good, but the pacing is bad, and I was truly bored by the whole thing. We're going to return it unfinished and not even bother to watch Soul Music (which I haven't even read yet). The live-action Hogfather was far superior.

And now...I need to find my long johns. We're going to take Cruiser walkies before the rain gets here.
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Not much to report this morning, I guess. Today is expected to be the last day of the lovely warm weather, and I think it's supposed to rain, to boot. I have a doctor appointment this afternoon, and if it's not raining after that, I suppose I should try to figure out the lawnmower. HTWIAM and I had an understanding about home maintenance: I took care of the inside of the house and he took care of the outside. Consequently, I have never mowed the lawn (nor shoveled the driveway, nor taken care of any plantings). It is, however, due, and more than due. At least I've more or less kept up with cleaning up after the dogs.

Yesterday's tromp around the glacial rock park was fun, even though I did it mostly alone. Although Mom took me up there, because she wanted to see the gem and mineral show they had advertised, she couldn't descend the extremely steep iron stairs into the park proper. I think I wandered off the trail a couple of times, but it's pretty hard to get lost. Despite having lived within ten miles of the park for most of my life, I had never been there before, which is why I included it on my 101/1001 list.

The park was much busier than I expected; I had this idea that it didn't get a lot of traffic, but I was very much mistaken. A couple of times, I had to wait for people to get out of my shot or get out of theirs, and once I had to outwait a small child who was determined to play in the gap I was trying to photograph. The frequency of people was interesting, too. Sometimes I was quite alone and sometimes there were people everywhere.

I'm going to snag this description from the park's website:
Rock City Park is a prehistoric ocean floor called ocean spar. Quartz flowed from high mountains through swift rivers to this area and settled in the sand and mud. After millions of years it formed into a natural concrete, which is quartz conglomerate, also called puddingstone. The quartz is estimated to be a half billion years old and the rock three hundred twenty million years old. It extends from here, seventy feet deep, to West Virginia and into Ohio where it is about fourteen hundred feet deep.

During the uplift of the Appalachian Mountain Range and after erosion down to the level of two thousand three hundred fifty feet, this rock was left barren. What makes Rock City Park unique and one of the great scenic wonders of the world is that the glacier did not touch this area making it the largest formation of its type in the world. The uplift, frost, weathering and erosion has broken this giant rock floor into huge monolithic formations three and four stories high.


The visitor's center is nothing to write home about and the gem show was very, very disappointing. Instead of the cut gems, beads, crystals and vendors that we expected, we found a bunch of geodes and raw crystals in display cases, most not even from this hemisphere. And it was busy enough that I don't think anyone would've noticed if we hadn't paid the entrance fee and just walked out the door to the park. As it was, we didn't get the entrance stickers that we should've had to show that we did pay.

I really wished I was back up on the rocks looking out over the valley in which the city nestles last night. Sunset was absolutely gorgeous; I caught it because I had gone to visit a certain Black Cat of my acquaintance (who has lost even more fur since last I saw him, rendering him sort of grey) and I needed to get dawg fuds, so I was in a wide open parking lot at sunset. Lovely.

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