{{{{Kristin}}}}

Much heart~ma to Connie's DH.

ION, I am feeling stressed and crabby over the home inspection and a wide array of small but pestiferous things. It's like being nibbled to death by ducks while there's a wolf at the door. My startle reflex is out of whack (the cat is lucky to be alive, oh yes he is) and I feel like I have road rage while sitting still.

I need to make a list of the small, pestiferous things so I can start killing them off one at a time rather than feel like they're hanging around my head in an ill-defined cloud.

The bid danger to me when I feel like this is that I'll fritter away the evening and get to the end feeling even more stressed because I haven't done anything.

Just checking in for a drive-by taunting.

I went to the Aviary and met all the birdies we've been hearing about. Aurora the barn owl LOVES Kenny and watching him go into the enclosures to pick them up is very nearly as exciting as being so unbelivably close to, oh, hawks and kestrels and toucans and EAGLES.

Oh my. There is a golden eagle who I think likes me a little, honest.

We were going to stick around for the Bald Eagle's exercise period, but the wind picked up and they decided not to fly her. In ample compensation, we got to watch from three feet away from her open enclosure as one of the trainers practiced working with him with one of the others. Oh my. You have no idea how big and strong that animal is until you see it sitting on the arm of a 5'4" woman with it's wings fully extended. THEN they took her out of her enclosure. I was, no joke, two feet from her. And she was looking at me. And she is magnificient and you know that she exerts a thousand pounds of pressure per inch with her talons and she's sitting on this little woman's arm mere feet from me because she FEELS LIKE IT.

(and if billytea isn't dead yet, as I type this I'm eating lamb)

We have serious suspicions that Kenny's a druid.

We are now off to the hippie hardware store (otherwise known as the Green Building Center) for a class on urban permaculture. We didn't go to the Big Stinky Lake today because there is a great big snowstorm hovering over the mountains, just waiting for a sign of vulnerability.

Also, the Salt Lake City Main Branch Public Library is very pretty. There will be pictures from the roof terrace.

I am so sorry to hear your news, -t. Strength to you and DH.

Slow Steady heart-ma to your DH, Connie.

I'm at Deena's! So far, I've played Dinosaurs (I have a problem with pre-mature Rowring), read three books, and sung "bahbahbah" with Aidan.

Heart~ma to connie's DH.

I'm not liking this month. Can we just fastforward ten days or so and have it be April?

Yes, for all intents and purposes, March can disappear from the calendar. I have no use for this month. It makes people hurt, then kicks us when we're already down. We shouldn't have to tolerate a bully.

All in favor say "Aye!"

May would be better. I have a huge event in April I'd rather just skip. Plus, that would make the F2F right around the corner, and I could use a vacation.

I'm not liking this month. Can we just fastforward ten days or so and have it be April?

Now that Pete's birthday has arrived, yes. Just as long as the files I'm working on that need to be finished by April 1st magically fix themselves.

{{{-t}}}

Waltz-tempo to the heart of Connie's DH.

So far, I've played Dinosaurs (I have a problem with pre-mature Rowring)

I love this sentence. I really really do.

I have a problem with pre-mature Rowring

t hands Lee a Viagrasaurus