I had the most boring New Year's Eve ever, as I had been fighting a migraine all day long, so bugged out of the party I had planned to attend. I vaguely heard some fireworks, but that was about it. On the bright side, I had no angst, no crankiness, and today the migraine is mostly gone. I'm still in my jammies, but I have made homemade soup (not black-eyed pea, but it smells good) and have done dishes. I need to do more dishes and work on cleaning up, as my mom is visiting on Sunday on her way to Arizona. Meep. I think I may eat some soup first.
And thanks for sharing the conversation with your neighbor, vw. It's just adorable.
eta: Happy Birthday, Susan! Saying that was actually the purpose of this post, but I appear to be easily distracted today.
For the first day back to school, I have a snow delay! Whoot!
Did Tilda Swinton just come out as poly?
Sounds like they broke up but still live together for the sake of the kids. Very Fergie & Andrew.
Our guests finally left. Oy. So tired. So anti-social feeling. I usually like this family, but was so maxed by the time they left. And it was their son who pushed my buttons this time when I was prepared for it to be their daughter.
Get offa my lawn.
Happy Birthday, Susan.
Maybe your neighbor can introduce you to a cute boy or girl, vw.
I've been reading about container gardening.
Container gardening has a lot to recommend it. Potatoes do well in a big tub. I have been intrigued by the upside down tomato growing technique for years, now, but haven't actually tried it because then I'd have a bunch of tomatoes to deal with.
I think I read something about Tilda Swinton having some sort of unconventional living arrangements in an interview a while back, but I don't rightly recall.
We took the dog out to Rush Ranch where he can be off leash as long as he's under voice command. Which he mostly is, but he did decide to try to chase a cow, so he had to go back on the leash. Still, a fun outing for all of us and it's not far away, so we will be going back and he will be learning to ignore the big bovines.
So, anyway, we got another kick in the ass by 2007 on its way out... my cousin's wife's (this is the wife of the son of the uncle that just died a couple weeks ago) younger brother died of a drug OD on Sunday night or Monday morning.
Jesus. This will be 3 funerals in 5 weeks.
The kid was 25 years old.
Oh, Nora, I'm so sorry. Your poor family, including, of course, you.
Damn.
Oh, Nora, that's awful. I'm so sorry.
