I was able to fit in cat walking and the farmers market before today's forecast thunderstorms. For the first time in two weeks it's not supposed to go over 90F! I'm gonna open the windows, at least on the leeward side. And there were sungold tomatoes at market--yum.
Natter 73: Chuck Norris only wishes he could Natter
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
So Hazel's been puking up a little liquid every couple of days. Worth calling the vet over?
Loafing on the couch, watching Matilda work on a craft project that has been disgracefully neglected for far too long, a cigar-box bedroom for Arrietty. It's coming along beautifully (there will be pictures). Later on, after she's reached a good stopping place, she has promised to give me a makeover (there may or may not be pictures). And Hec just coffeed me and got iTunes up and rolling with Vince Guaraldi. It's a very good morning.
My living room has a ceiling fan, and the motion of the fan keeps jiggling the light bulbs out of place. I tried to get them back in, but they keep just barely making contact and lighting for a second, then going dark again.
Waking to Vince Guaraldi is an excellent morning! I woke to wishing I was either still asleep or that I hadn't been awakened last night. oh well. There will be coffee soon.
How do Hazel's eyes look, Jesse? Do you suspect it's hairballs?
Her eyes seem fine? I don't think it's hairballs, but what do I actually know? She's not shedding much.
Yeah, okay, I am not helpful, am I? Sorry. When my cats have been sick, they're eyes looked sick, but maybe I"m a bad mom who waits too long before taking her pets to the vet.
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in completely unrelated news GNARGH 1 flash flood warning at crack of two, plus 1 really odd nightmare has me in a MOOD
Got out early for a run in the hills: was punished for my virtue by getting bit by a nasty stinging fly: it hurt like the dickens when it stung, and 90 minutes later, it still hurts and I've got a welt about 2 inches across. Doesn't help that it stung me under my arm/on the edge of my boob. OUCH, dammit.
Also, Dad called complaining that he was lonely, misses "my best friend". Which is both sweet and makes me sad, because I hope he doesn't call me that when my sister's around. She sees him just as much as I do.
So instead of cooking up some kale and eggs for breakfast, I ate only one piece of the leftover clafouti (NOM) and after my haircut, I will take Dad out for lunch. It's getting so hard to find a place that is quiet enough for him and has food good enough for me...
Oh, hey, did you guys hear about this?
I'm so impressed. This woman is my new hero, and I bet ita would have been all over this story. So great.
The shitty thing is that she was arrested for it, and then the State of SC had a black worker run the fucking thing back up the flagpole. Seriously.