I've had the regular (non-Island) Soyaki, but the Island one sounds good.

I used to love their Soy-vey! And the soy poppers that were totally addictive until their apparent disregard for my NEED. I honestly could not believe it when they discontinued that item. I made myself fairly unpopular in a couple of stores until one manager took pity on my twitching and told me to get over it...they weren't coming back.

TJ's they make you love, then they stomp on your heart...or more accurately, your belly.

so he just wanted to be outside. how sweet.

I guess so. He seems much happier than when he was inside. The ex-not-owner did tell us that. I still think he needed the six weeks indoors for learning which house the food is at.

Now learn which porch is yours so you can lounge possessively. And the inside is a nice place to be as well. Easy on the feet and full of soft places to curl up in.

Heh. We've been leaving the kitty door open at night - he may decide to start coming in again. If only when it rains. (Which, at the moment, is all the freaking time. We've had three months of almost nothing but rain. A month's worth of rain just fell in the last 24 hours. My vegetables are drowning. Bloody British weather.)

I found another charming Wikipedia page for a small town. I'm terribly curious as to who writes these things.

I was gazing at a magazine subscription card and wondering how the subscription department for Architectural Digest ended up in Boone, Iowa. I began to mull over whether Boone, Iowa, was a hotbed of computerized magazine management and began Googling them. A small town of about 12,000 people, ready and willing to make your business or industry at home there.

Their Wikipedia page spoke of their coal mining past and their demographics, but the railroad section revealed simmering tensions in the "Boone Micropolitan Statstical Area." Union Pacific bought out the Cleveland & Northwest line, and

Traffic has increased quite a bit and there are some issues with traffic blockage and noise. The locomotives no longer honk their horns in the town proper.

No idea if the lack of honkage is a problem or a plus. But it obviously a point that this civic-minded writer finds important.

I find myself longing to visit Boone, Iowa, now.

I found one of these charming, small town pages for Troy, Michigan after a friend told me she was moving to 'Detroit.' Troy is NOT Detroit and Wikipedia made me want to visit.

All the Colorado-istas are mine!

Looking forward to seeing you and meeting your hubby.

YAY Merlin. Good job on staying close to home. Now remember to check in every few days so the humans don't worry.

I came home from my Sunday wanderings and both Miss Kitty and Noodle decided to perch on me as soon as I sat down. They don't share space well, so it is always interesting when they want to both be on my lap.

Fuck, this town is already too small. Just got OKC messages from two people; one is looking for new friends in town and just started a residency in internal medicine (aka has probably already had her first lecture with StW) and the other is also new in town and planning to get active with the local Anne Rice vampire club (yup, know those folks too). Plus Nora told me about a lovely restuarant pop up event tonight and one of the musicians playing I last saw in March when he laid me off.

Most of the time I love the connections, really. Just once in a while, I don't.

Off to the grocery store and then make dinner. Still have work work to do and must tidy a bit at home. So not ready for Monday.

Troy is NOT Detroit

I hate to burst your bubble, but it may as well be. It's a concrete suburb attached to other concrete suburbs and is all part of the urban sprawl surrounding Detroit. Its primary industies are directly or indirectly related to the automotive industry of Detroit. It's strip malls and megamalls and bedroom communities for those working for Chevy, Chrysler and Ford.

If you want charming, you want the way outer communities to the west of Detroit, not north. Places like Plymouth and Ann Arbor. They are charming.

planning to get active with the local Anne Rice vampire club (yup, know those folks too)

I may have sobbed in gothy envy at reading that. Maybe.

So, it turns out that the warnings about how Lyme disease, the co-infections with it, and the assorted meds I'm on to deal with it all can cause heightened sensitivity to the sun? Not joking, not even a little bit. I was in direct sun without a parasol for about 10 minutes, and it caused a headache, dizziness, and nausea. If I am becoming a vampire, I want the fangs and the super-healing, dammit.

Well, there you go Sail, proving that not everything on Wikipedia is true.

The entry said that it is the 22nd safest city in the US and one of the 'best places to live'. Heh. PR is a powerful thing.

Glad Merlin is safely found!

The weekend is always gone. *sad*