MmmMmmMmmmm FredPete and Hubs took me out for breakfast. Good food and wonderful company. Buffistas are teh best!!!!

Now to pack. Blech. I hate this part. But following packing is meeting up with Sparky and touristing and then going home.

Side note - I love tech. I checked into my flight, but I don't have a printer here, so I saved my boarding pass as a pdf, mailed it to Sparky and she is going to bring me the hard copy.

Still no electricity, although the Electric Company claims they turned it on last night.

OK I think I'm playing this right... F Tom Hanson/ C Raoul Duke/ M J.M. Barrie.

Much electricity~ma to you and TCG, sj, and right quick too.

ION, Matilda now fits the incredibly soft and cool piratical onesie you sent her: [link] (last 3 pictures in this set).

And so much ~ma to your uncle, DJ. Your family is long overdue for a good long stretch of extremely boring robust good health.

I'm still kind of awed that these horrible heart problems that used to mean certain death can now not only be alleviated, but alleviated without the trauma of surgery. Stick an incredibly slender little tube up the inside of someone's thigh or down one side of his neck, fix his heart... it's magical.

JZ, you must have the magic touch! We have lights and hot water!

But with Emmett the thing you say to his face will get batted away, and yet still find its way into his ear. And he did take up that role. And he was very big brotherly to all of the younger players on the team. And he'd throw his arm around their shoulders when they were crying on the bench and say, "It's okay. We'll get 'em next time. It's just a game." And he never lost it on the field all season, even when he was having a tough time pitching.

I love Emmett!

Cass! [link]

no old-man houses today. two dogs. two times that I asked what kind of municipal station was across the street (Sparky - once that I knew before the agent said it: waste water. UGH.) one naked lady.

Seriously. Agent knocks, we're in the house a full 15 minutes, agent pushes open a bathroom door and voila. I felt terrible that we were in her house, and she (the owner) said she hadn't realized how late it was getting and that I guess we didn't want that much disclosure, did we?, but omg, if the realtor screwed up the times, I'm going to be horrified, even though we aren't interested in the house. I keep saying to people 'I don't want a big house.' and they keep looking at me like I have two heads. granted, the mill house I was in love with in Rose Valley (The arts and crafts community) was almost too small - but that was mostly because it was perched between a steep bluff and a roadbed and there was nowhere to go except the house. Kind of like living in a lighthouse. Except no water. And no boats. and, er, no big light.

totally wiped out and we have a couple more to go before taking my parents to dinner in thanks for my mom watching Iris all day, and some tomorrow.

Dragon boats sounded wonderful, d! We'll get them next year. How was the Tut?

Iris has discovered that she can make hotel elevators move. That was a fun few minutes.

naked lady episode seems to have killed teh thread.

Just got back from the vet. As expected, Percy turned into Mr. Hyde, so he needed to be put under in order to be looked at. As I guessed - arthritis. But he is all agitated from the anesthesia - so I am trying to stay seated and convince him that nothing is up , all the bad stuff is over

My property is inspected. The smoke alarms need batteries and apparently the property manager has to be the one to replace them. We need to clear the weeds from the front yard, a landscaper will come in and do the shrubberies on the hill. No one knows where our water heater is.

Other than that, laundry has taken over my life to the point of making me think maybe I should break open a bottle of bourbon.