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  • I am tired. I could totally go to bed right now. It's 8:15....

  • At least things are picking up at work again. I have things to do...just when I got used to not having things to do, of course.

  • With six litter boxes in the house, Kethri has been going behind furniture again. I'm beginning to wonder if she's senile, lazy, or actually sick. Since this has been going on for more than a year (off and on), I'm thinking either senile or lazy.

  • The above brought to you by having to bleach-clean the corner of the back room behind the loveseat about an hour ago.

  • Fucking cat.

  • The Gecko has started sleeping all day again. So far, she hasn't used the couch, but maybe she figured out that the tablecloths -- which I was just considering dispensing with -- are uncomfortable. She completely slept through the gas station fire last Friday and I'm sure she was only awake yesterday when I got home because her father wanted to make sure that I knew that I had to cart her home last night.

  • Good thing I don't need her to actually pay attention to Jack...though it's October now, and I'm wondering if there will be An Episode this fall.

  • Not that it matters, since she claims she couldn't get him to stop during last fall's Episode.

  • That skin irritation that I went to see the doctor about has returned. It comes and goes. I'm beginning to wonder if I should take Zyrtec. When I had the hives all those years ago, I took Zyrtec (long before it was released as an OTC medication). If it's a histamine response to something....

  • I believe I have now spotted both kittens and their mother. I saw a grey kitten of about the right age to be Brother over with the colony, and there was a black kitten that could be Sister in the next door neighbor's yard last night. There was also a black adult cat hiding in the weeds nearby. So they didn't go far. I also spotted kittens of roughly the same age up the street where the Spring Kittens went and I'm wondering if they're the Spring Kittens' siblings...or offspring.

  • Got an oil change yesterday afternoon. They found an oil leak right at the filter. They also found that my low tire was really low, at only 20 pounds. Oops.

  • Blah. Blah, I say.

  • Oh, and Semagic seems to be working now -- thanks, Beth!


Oct. 2nd, 2017 06:19 pm
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Is there a limit to the post by email posts? Because half my post from this morning is missing.

Oh, well.

So, surprising the hell out of me, my mom let my dad out of the house on his own this weekend, and he came down on Saturday -- though much later than I was hoping for, as it was nearly 3:00 p.m. by the time he showed. We ended up just clearing the brush along the fence-line, which took us about an hour. Hopefully, Mom will let him out again next weekend so that we can replace the fence. The lilacs have been trimmed and the grapes have been trimmed way back. I left a pile of vines in the empty lot for the deer and bunnies; I'll transfer them to the compost enclosure next weekend.

On Sunday, I took over 100 photos in the backyard of the still life I had set up on the corner of one of the Rose Bunkers. At this time of year, long about 3:00 p.m., the sun starts to hit that corner, and I just kept taking photos from different angles as the light changed. I'm looking forward to editing them...but not tonight because I have a raging headache and I still have to do some eBay stuff.

I completely forgot about Star Trek last night, and don't think I'll watch it tonight, either. I want something light and frothy, though I don't know what.

Instead of Star Trek, I dug out my VHS copy of Blade Runner. I haven't watched it in...well, I have a VHS copy, so.... My first husband and I watched it with my dad one evening when we had Dad over for dinner because Mom was out of town. And that was when we were still in our first apartment, so...1989?

I remembered the film as dark, rather dingy, and dull. I found last evening that I had not misremembered it. I watched it all the way throught, but I kept hoping it'd get better. It didn't. Blah.

And what I wrote about it this morning was far more eloquent. Blah, some more.

I took this afternoon off in order to run some errands. Apparently Monday afternoon is a good time for an oil change because it took less than half an hour. They found a leak right at the oil filter, and that may be part of what I've been seeing. Maybe not, too. Also, one of my tires was down to 20 pounds. Oops. (Actually, that's the reason I took it in; I don't try to put air in my own tires any longer because the last few times, I have completely fucked it up.) So, oil is changed, tires are where they should be, I ran to the post office, and now I've got to package up some eBay stuff to go out.

Oh, And...

Sep. 29th, 2017 07:21 pm
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...Semagic is not working, still.
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It's hot. Really hot. It's hot enough outside that the 75° in my living room seems cool.

But there's No Such Thing as global warming.

Yesterday was the usual busy day. I went out to WickedMart in the morning, as usual, and was treated to a display of staggering rudeness in the greeting card aisle. Long story short: a woman who was blocking the aisle with her cart actually stepped directly in front of me, blocking my access to the section I wanted when I parked my cart farther down the aisle (giving her plenty of room to leave) and stepped around her and her cart. The cow. Even if we were after the exact same card, it's not like they didn't have multiples.

I hate people so much. So, so much.

The rest of the day was chores: writing checks for myself and my grandmother, dishes, laundry, mowing the lawn -- and then watching the leaves fall to neatly cover the newly-bare sections.

Today, I got up early, walked the dog, scooped the litter box upstairs and emptied the little trash can I keep next to it, then scrubbed the rug in the library with bleach water because Kethri started using it for a litter box again this past week (which I discovered when I sat down at the desk in there to write checks), then, just in keeping with the theme of the morning, I scrubbed the toilet, too. (It needed it, anyway.) I also finally went down into the basement and changed the furnace filter, which has been on my list to do for the last month. I don't know why I had such a mental block about it, but I did. But it's done now, so I'll be ready to turn the furnace on at the end of the week (the long range forecast is calling for the high temperature to be only 60° next Saturday).

And then I sat down at my desk to work on eBay stuff, and there I stayed for hours. I was writing up item descriptions ahead of time because I often don't get to relisting unsold items for the length of time that the listings remain available on eBay, and it's a pain in the ass to have to rewrite the descriptions every time I try to list something. So that took me a couple of hours, then it took me another hour to list ten or a dozen items. It used to be a relatively simple procedure to put things up. Now it's a pain in the ass, but at least being able to copy-and-paste the descriptions shortened that process a bit, even if eBay's system screwed up my HTML.

Kethri is perched on a stack of boxes next to me blatting that she wants her dinner. She started half an hour ago. She won't get fed for another hour. Nimue used to do the same thing, and it was one of the reasons I started going out for dinner a couple of times a week all those years ago, because if it wasn't Nimue, it was Cruiser, and I couldn't take the noise. Kethri only just started doing it recently, but it's no less annoying. Yesterday, I actually chucked her out of the room and shut the door to get a little peace.

I feel kind of discombobulated this afternoon. I'm a bit sleepy, probably in part because of the weather. I'm sure the weather is contributing to the discombobulation, too, because it's ridiculously hot for the end of September -- it's almost 90°. In western New York.

I would really like to order a pizza for supper rather than cooking, but it'd cost me $20. On the one hand, that's bit bit much. On the other, I'd get four meals out of it. Bleah.

I won't be watching Star Trek Discovery this evening. I'll catch it later in the week; perhaps tomorrow evening. 9:00 is too late for me, anymore; I can't stay up until 10:00 or later and still get up at 5:00.
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twistical: Tortuous, unfair, not quite moral. Used in New England. [James Bartlett's Dictionary of Americanisms, 1849]
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I'm sure people wonder why I don't ask for help with my household woes. Here's how those conversations go:

Them: I'll be glad to help you any time. All you have to do is ask.
Me: Great! I need some help, please.
Them: *crickets*

While I was walking Jack this afternoon, I went into the vacant lot behind my fence to see what was going on with the sumac tree. It doesn't look like it has actually collapsed on my fence. It looks like a shoot of it (now a large trunk) started out growing across the ground toward my fence, and then bits of it grew upward, so that now it really looks like it's collasped across the fence. I think the fence has actually collapsed under the weight of the grape vines.

I don't suppose I should be cutting any trees on property that doesn't belong to me, but it's a vacant lot, and the people who own it don't do any more than mow it every couple of weeks. I can at least cut the portions that are threatening my fence, I suppose. It's not like it's an oak or a maple that someone planted; it's a sumac, so it's basically an enthusiastic weed. Were HTWIWM here, the thing never would've gotten beyond sapling stage, as he used to keep the fence-line tidied up.

In any case, I will ask my mother if she will allow my father Dad could help me clean up back there and replace the fence. Otherwise I guess I'll have to obtain a chainsaw and learn how to use it.

Today was an absolutely miserable excuse for a day. It started poorly with the dog yarking his morning pills, continued poorly with my left foot feeling as though I were constantly walking on rocks, and just sort of petered out. I had intended to mow the lawn, now that the grass is growing again, and the leaves are falling, but didn't want to aggravate the foot which is hurting less, but is still Not Right. Oh, and I broke my watch strap. Not the tattered one, either. This was one of the good ones. It's the second watch strap in a week -- the strap on the celestial watch broke, too. Well, technically, the pin popped out, but I was outdoors at the time and couldn't find it, so it counts as broken.

On the plus side, Zulily had a sale on Wonder Woman merchandise, so I bought part of BFT's Christmas present.

Oh, and I got a couple of Halloween photo props: a miniature Rider-Waite tarot deck, and an even smaller RW deck. Yes, it's TeenyTinyTarot! (It's so cute!)
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scragglings: Undersized apples left on the tree as worthless. The little apples are often very sweet and palatable, however. From this term comes the adjective "scriggly, small and shrivelled, as a "scriggly bit o' meat," that small portion of a joint where it is dried up or over-roasted. It is likely that the word is connected with shrivel. Gloucestershire (scriggles), Upton-on-Severn (scriggling), and West Worcestershire (scrogglings). [g. F. Northall's Warwickshire Word-Book, 1896]
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I was getting worried because the garage didn't call -- and they usually call me quite early. Turns out that they couldn't, of course, replicate the problems I had. They did go ahead and replace the radiator cap and a cracked tube (also related to the radiator, I think). The mechanic still thinks the water problem (and we're pretty sure it's water, now) is from the exhaust. I'm still pretty sure that that's rather too much water to be coming from the exhaust. But he did say that he thinks the overheating problem is probably the a/c fan, and that's a dealer part, so he recommended that I make an appointment with the dealer across town to have it tested. He also says that as long as I don't use the a/c, it can wait until spring. And so it probably will.

Shortly after he called, I realized it was just after 1:00 -- which is why my sister takes her lunch, so I asked if she'd come get me and drive me up to the garage as it's rather muggy and there's no shade between here and there. She did, and so I'm home with the van. I may load Jack up in a little bit and take him to see Grama. And I may take a nap.

I did take him outside a bit ago, and wandered to the back of the yard to check out the grapes...and discovered that a huge span of the back fence is collapsed down to about waist height. I can't decide from inside the yard whether a deer did it or whether a sumac in the vacant yard collapsed on it. It may be a little of both. In any case, I'm going to need help to fix it, and preferably help with a chain saw. Well, it's about time to replace the fencing, anyway; it's been in place for seventeen and a half years and it's really only glorified chicken wire. I could probably do it all by myself if it weren't for the sumac. I'm going to have to look from the other side of the fence, but not today. The last time I went through it, I zip-tied the gate shut, and I don't feel like messing with it. Plus, there's nothing I can do without help.

Sometimes I just want to cry.

After being baked by the August sun, the grass in the lawn has started to grow again. I just mowed on...when was it? Tuesday? Anyway, the yard is getting shaggy again. I should really go out there this afternoon and take care of it...and I'm really not going to.
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So, it is Monday, and I have taken the day off. The van is at the garage to see if they can figure out what the heck is up with it. And I just remembered to turn the ringer back on on the phone -- though I'll probably spend at least the morning in my office working on eBay listings. Or maybe shopping; I have had a few thoughts about Christmas, and there's little point in waiting -- I won't have more money for shopping later than I do now, so....

Oh. My. God. Jack just farted. Wow.

I have the house opened up because after a week of fall, we're back to summer, with temps in the high 70s or low 80s, and it's a bit stuffy in here. It's supposed to be 80° again today, so I need to cool the house back down. It won't take long, and I won't have to shut things up again until midmorning when the fog burns off.

I should totally go do the dishes while it's still cool, and while it's still too early to listen for the phone.

There is apparently not a great deal to report here. I took BFT out to lunch on Saturday -- it was the first time she'd been out of the house since her surgery the previous Friday, and she was going a little stir-crazy. We stopped at Joann's on the way home and bought Halloween decorations. She's setting up a little Halloween display in her kitchen window, and I'm buying props for some still life photos I have in mind. Which reminds me that I have to go down to the basement and dig out my Rider-Waite deck. I used to have a teensy one with cards only about an inch or two big, but I don't think I'll be able to find those. Probably lost in some move or other. Or maybe I dreamed them, though I don't think so. I think I got rid of my Ouija board, too. Still, I probably have enough stuff around here to use as props.

Yesterday...I noodled around the house. Cleaned my desk off so that I'd have room to work on the eBay stuff, vacuumed the house (up and down), snipped the stems of the flowers I bought last week and re-vased them, and dropped the van off at the garage. (Walked home, of course.) Last evening, I had a fire in the firepit (after raking the downed leaves away from where I usually set it up). I burned four more envelopes full of cancelled checks and other financial paperwork, thus doing my part to save HTWIWM from identity theft. I do like watching those papers burn; whether it's the ink or the paper, the flames are green. It's so cool. (Well. Technically, it's quite hot, but you get the idea.) I think there are four envelopes left. When I found these papers, I had no experience with burning things to dispose of them, and I thought stuffing all of these checks and bank and credit card statements into business-size envelopes and burning them like logs would work out with no problem. Yeah, then I learned about burning papers. Individual papers will take off like...well, like a house afire, but compacted papers? Not so much. So I have to keep stirring them. Which is one of the reasons I don't have a fire if it's windy, because I don't want burning paper flying all over the place.

In any case, I think I'm nearly done with HIS papers, and can move on to my own, as I recently found a file box full of decade-old financial paperwork. Not much point in stressing the shredder, though I suppose I could gradually sneak them into the shredding bin at work and have done.

I found that little refund check on my desk yesterday afternoon. I still can't quite make up my mind what to do about it. It's for 79 cents. The utterly correct thing to do -- and also the utterly bitchy thing -- would be to stuff it into another envelope and mail it to some friends to have them pass it on to him. On the other hand, it's for 79 cents, so it might just as well go into the shredding.

Eh, I'll think on it some more. Probably it'll end up in the shredding.
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Yesterday morning, I posted photos of the kittens that were under my ramp in the spring. Here are some photos of the most recent batch that only just moved out Sunday night. There was one black kitten and one grey kitten (after the rejection and death of the other black kitten). I am uncertain if they are the siblings of the Spring Kittens or not; the feral colony is composed mostly of all-black cats.

My first photo of the little black girl:

And my first photo of her brother:

These next photos were all taken on Sunday afternoon, and I think that may be why their mother moved them that night; she saw me come into the yard through the gate rather than from the back door, and I think she took offense.

Sister wants to play:

But Brother is interested in Up:

Look at those tiny little kitten claws!



Ass over tea kettle:

Brother checks out a leaf:


And their mother. You can see why I might not be able to tell if it's the same girl or not.

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These are my Spring Kittens. You may (or may not) recall that there were three little black ones and one little grey one.

The grey:

And the black ones:

And Madame Mama:

They were under my ramp until they were at least a month old, possibly six weeks, then Mama moved them up the street. I still see them occasionally on the porch of the house to which she moved them. The grey one half approached me and Jack a few days ago (he was always the boldest), but then Jack sort of shuffle-jumped (as much as he could do on the leash) and I dragged him on by.
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jeopard: To put in danger; to expose to injury or loss. Jeoparded, exposed to danger. [Rev. John Boag's Imperial Lexicon of the English Language, c. 1850]
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flutter the dovecots: To cause a mild excitement in society. Shakespeare's Coriolanus. [Albert Hyamson's Dictionary of English Phrases, 1922]
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My mother, who only seems to call me after I've gotten comfortable on the couch, or when I've just finished popping popcorn and it's nice and hot, or stops when I'm cooking dinner, called a little after 8:00 p.m. last night to ask me to take Grama to an appointment this afternoon. She was well aware that I'd have to take time off work to do so, but she and Dad both had a "bug" and she didn't want to go around Gram with it.

Well, what could I say? Of course I agreed. And then I decided to take the whole day off, because why not?

This morning, I get up to find out that Mom and Dad spent the night in the emergency room. Seems Dad doesn't have a bug; he's got an intestinal blockage, and this morning, they're just waiting on a bed to admit him. Yay? Of course, I have nothing from Mom about this; I'm getting it from my sister, who seems to be the only one my mother actually communicates with, though I suspect that has more to do with the fact that she has Bird's cell phone number than anything else.

The first of today's storms rolled through here at 12:30 a.m. -- or at least, that's when I was up wandering through the house in the dark. Not that the power went out; I just didn't turn on any lights. There was something about it that just made me nervous and unsettled. The dog was looking at me quizzically; that's supposed to be his department. Also, I had a terrific headache, which I still have this morning. In fact, I could totally lie back down and take a nap for a couple of hours. Maybe I should. I won't, mind you, but maybe I should.

It is storming again right now, and very dark, though it does seem to be getting a tiny bit lighter. According to the weather wiseacres, it's supposed to stop raining by the time I have to pick up Grama. We'll see.

I am worried about the kittens. I don't imagine it's very dry under that ramp right now, not with the way the wind was blowing last night. I've been trying to figure out how to rig additional shelter for them that won't immedicately funnel water under the ramp. The best I'm coming up with is to angle a small box adjacent to the ramp under the overhang of the back of the breezeway. There's about a foot of space there that's usually dry. That might work, as long as I rig it so that the box can't fall and trap them, should they choose to use it. This requires a bit more thought.

Since I'm home, I should probably call a garage today, either mine or BFT's. Well we'll see.

Hm. It's brighter now than it was just two minutes ago, but it's also pouring.

Right. I need to go take some ibuprofen for my head, get dressed in real clothes (as opposed to my This Is What I Was Wearing Yesterday And I Totally Threw It On Just To Walk The Dog This Morning clothes), and maybe finish cleaning off the dining room table, because I'm tired of that huge mess. (The dining room table is a bit of a catchall, but if I make it pretty with a tablecloth and centerpiece, it might prevent me from just tossing things on it and leaving them there for weeks.)
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gamp: As an adjective, bulging; after Sarah Gamp, a nurse in Dickens's Martin Chuzzlewit, represented as always carrying a large umbrella. [Edward Lloyd's Encyclopædic Dictionary, 1895]
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On Saturday, BFT and I took off for Buffalo(ish) in order to shop for books. Amazon is nice and all, but sometimes, you just have to fondle the books first. I drove, and it seemed to me that there was a lot more traffic on the road than is usual, but I suppose it was people out doing their last-minute back-to-school shopping. We got there around 11:00, and went straight to the bookstore. We had decided on the way up not to bother with Pier 1 this time, and that's normally our first stop. We spent an hour or so browsing and filling baskets, then checked out and headed over to the Olive Garden for lunch.
We started back home around 1:30, and I complained about how nice the weather was -- if I'd known it was going to stay that nice, I'd've done my laundry and hung it out before we left. BFT wisely pointed out that I didn't know what it was doing at home, and it turned out she was correct; the weather was much different to the south; we drove into overcast in Springville, and shortly after that, we drove into rain.

I mention the weather partly because the van was quite warm when we got back into it after lunch, so I turned on the fan to move some air around. It was still relatively cool outside, so I thought that would be enough, but it wasn't, so BFT switched it to a/c, and we drove along with the a/c on low. And then...when we got to Springville, the car bonged at me -- which I have to say frightens the life out of me -- and the temperature idiot light came on. I pulled right over, and BFT switched off the a/c. The idiot light went out, but the engine temperature remained at the 3/4 mark on the dial the rest of the trip home. BFT advised me to not to go my regular garage, but to take it to a place across town where she goes. I may do that. I'll have to arrange with someone to meet me there and take me on in to work, but I'm sure I can convince my sister to do that.

In any case, it was fine driving around town yesterday; I ran out to get groceries and to see about a new space heater, because even I draw the line at turning the furnace on during the first week of September. I have one of those large radiator-style space heaters, and it has always worked just fine, but I've had it since I was a teenager, so it's about thirty years old, and it makes me a little nervous to use it. I've always been very careful of it, and it's never even been so much as tipped over, let alone bashed about. It's probably fine, but....

I may end up turning the furnace on, though, because while it's going to be 80° and gorgeous today, it's supposed to start raining again tonight and be chilly and damp for the rest of the week.

The weather also concerns me because of the kittens under the ramp. I don't know how dry it stays under there, but I know that the eaves run off onto the high end of the ramp (because I don't have a ladder tall enough to get up there and clean them out, so they're blocked; there are weeds growing up there). I have started leaving food out for Mama (and I suspect it is probably the same mother cat as before), but only in the mornings, and only as much as I would give to Kethri. I have seen her wolfing it (if you'll pardon the expression) the last couple of mornings. This morning, she also loafed on the ramp in the sun for a bit before going back underneath to attend to her kittens.

I have so much stuff to do, and don't know that any of it is going to get done today. Since this is the last nice day for the forseeable future, I may simply say, "fuck it all," and go sit on the patio (thus terrorizing Mama) with a book this afternoon. I should mow, but I'll be hanging laundry out, and can't mow under the laundry lines. There are the other three quadrants I could mow, but fuck them too.

Yesterday, I put together some new shelves for my bedroom. They're cheap white cubbyhole shelves, the sort that you see baskets randomly shoved into, that are put together with dowels and long screws. While putting together the first one, I tried to turn it on its side so I could more easily attach whatever side I was working on, but the center structure wasn't yet secure enough to hold. The dowels snapped and the shelf fell out. It turned out all right, though, as the wider/taller space (I turned the shelves on their sides and stacked them) in the center left room for my Italy photo albums which I have always kept in my bedroom (for no particular reason other than I had space there; my other travel albums are in other parts of the house). Plus that extra space really makes the whole thing much more interesting visually. It looks like it was done on purpose. I like it.

And having extra bookshelf space never hurts....
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muckin' ducks: Engaged in a very menial occupation, or on odd jobs. "He's muckin' ducks." [Francis Taylor's Folk-Speak of South Lancashire, 1901]
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flag-fallen: Out of employment, from flags being exhibited on the roofs of playhouses when there were performances at them. [Edward Lloyd's Ecyclopædic Dictionary, 1895]
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faitour: An evil-doer, scoundrel; synonymous with vagabond, from Old French. [William Toone's Etymological Dictionary of Obsolete Words, 1832]

Foiterers, vagabonds. [Elisha Coles's English Dictionary, 1713]

Faytors, vagabonds, gipsies. [Francis Robinson's Words Used in the Neighbourhood of Whitby, 1876]
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quell: To murder, or destroy. Murderers were anciently called manquellers. "His spungy officers, who shall bear the guilt of our great quell." Macbeth. [William Toone's Etymological Dictionary of Obsolete and Uncommon Words, 1832]


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