I'm drinking iced coffee because apparently I still needed more sleep, but I didn't discover this until after making the coffee. And cats. Cats, man. Motivation to do everything on my list today cannot compete with 2 warm cats draped across me. But this house isn't getting clean by itself. Nor paint removed or added or nails done.

Aaand, I will not be working on the railing. The stripper I bought yesterday has turned. So I'll be returning that next weekend since they are closed today.

But I got to meet a very cute visiting doxie.

Thanks.

Catlap is a real and serious condition.

The stripper I bought yesterday has turned.

Your day sounds much more exciting than mine.

The stripper I bought yesterday has turned.

Darned Commie strippers.

I have repotted and trimmed dead ends from the four patio plants that went through the late frost. I think they'll survive. I tried to trim back the azalea that's in front of my spigot, so I could connect the hose, but I couldn't get through the thing with my shears - too many large limbs. I want to just remove it; whoever planted a large bush in front of the spigot, the cable box, and the electric meter was a big dummy. Every year it's a struggle with poky branches and spiderwebs to get behind it, and this year it has won; the space belongs to the azalea and none shall pass! Until I hire a guy with a tractor to rip the thing out by the roots. Victory shall be mine. Q'apla.

I am so sorry, ita, and you too Sheryl.

Happy Easter everybody!

I am attempting to grade on my down time today, but I keep getting distracted by the food and the family and the BABY! Baby cousin is crazy cute, as is his toddler sister.

Aw, I lost my azalea (I'm not even sure how, it wasn't out and exposed during any frosts, I don't think, but sometimes plants just die) so I'm sorry to hear your thriving specimen is badly placed. OTOH, I was just out watering the grapevine and it's got loads of tiny proto-grapes already. Exciting!

Man, I have so much more stuff that needs doing than that I have gotten done, or can reasonably expect to do in the near future. Disheartening.

Hubby put in a planter box under the bedroom window. After helping him, I was sitting on the porch gazing at the neighbor's lawn. "Those tulips are pretty," I said.

"We could get you some," he said.

"I don't garden, sweetheart."

"No, it would be easy, get some lumber, dig out a piece of lawn next to the house, break it up some, dig a hole, drop in the bulbs, water it a good bit to start it, then keep an eye on it."

"Did you hear me say I don't garden?"

edit: I am cat, content to gaze at the world. He is big galumphing dog, eager to go to all lengths to please. Mixed marriages are tricky.

Damn, Debet. In a good way, of course.

Thanks again for the sympathy. Still waiting for word on the funeral. Sheryl, best of strength to your family.

Suzi, I hope you manage to navigate the day around the pain. Past, indeed.

The stripper I bought yesterday has turned.

Imagining pert butt in chaps. Not least of all because we saw a nice one in Orphan Black this week.

I am going through my folder of fanart ideas list, instead of just looking for pictures I want to turn into same. It's much harder this way, obviously, but I think I'm pleased with how the last one turned out. Now I have to work out the next stop on his quest.

Man, I'm ravenous. One of my staples is the blueberry Kind granola, but I like it best when it's had time to soak up plenty of milk, and I never remember to set up a bowl beforehand. Between anticipation of that and the crockpot chili I have going, I think my stomach is going to beat the fuck out of my brain.

Okay, time for weekly Ja call. Somehow I managed to get my phone number on a Jamaican spam list--I've had two robocalls about Jamaican something something (more accurately sinting sinting) and I can't work out why. I don't get any other sales robocalls.

Thanks ita. It did go migraine so I turned my room into a cave, medicated, and napped, missing out on Easter dinner. I just had a salad - wheeeee. Head still hates me. I'd crawl back in bed but if I do, I won't be able to sleep tonight. Instead I'm watching Tangled with the volume really low.

So this morning, I said something to my mother about Anthony Mackie, and she starts saying, "I knew about the Falcon, but didn't realize that was him!" I was like, "???" Come to find out, my father was a Marvel guy (I had no idea) and brought a shitload of comic books into their marriage, and my mother made him throw them all away!