Augh, meant to be here...

Sep. 20th, 2017 12:07 am
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But wasn't, don't know if contractor showed up, went gallivanting off to check on some things in the next town over (so to speak). Gah.

Got some beads out of it, anyway. *sigh* They are very pretty, very cheap, shiny gimcrack beads.

Mother-in-law has huge blood clot in leg, and they are gonna keep her in the hospital for a wee bit till they have the blood-thinning med dose set up right. We are pondering figuring out how to loan her an Apple Watch to see if she'd use it to Stand Up More, because lack of moving legs is Not Good.

I also ....blanking... blanking...blanking... Ugh, brain. Anyway, spouse was being taxi for his mom a lot, including in the ER while they got the ultrasound done (they did not get it done after waiting HOURS, like till 10pm, last night, 'cause the Venous Ultrasound person'd gone home), and getting her checked in.

Then spouse and kid went for dinner, and I did trash night all alone -- including having to deal with the trash bags being in the garage. Our kitchen floor is higher up than our garage floor, for Reasons. Geologic ones, even. So we have stairs in the garage up to a little landing, and then a door into the house. The bottom of the stairs is currently blocked by the metal scaffolding that our contractor guy is using to get at the ceiling. I have discovered -- after Flicker-cat made a break for the garage FOR GODS KNOW WHAT REASON last night, and had to be lured out from under things -- that I can (as I suspected (yes, there are too many dashes and parens in this; sue me)) put one foot over the stair railing, slide that foot under the stair railing so there's enough Stair there to support me, and swing my other foot over.

So I tossed the trash bags over the railing, basically, followed them over, and bagged the trash. Left it in the garage near the door, went back over the railing, through the house, out the front door, to the car. Backed it up, opened the door, loaded the trash into the back, closed garage door, drove the 300 foot driveway IN THE DARK (I am not hauling the trash out by hand; are you kidding me??), with headlights of course (I specify the darkness because NOT HAULING IT BY HAND IN THE DARK FOR 300 FEET!), unloaded, came back, parked out of way of spouse's car, and went back in the front door.

Most of the accomplishment is the railing, but the context around my railing escapades is important.

Really.

Hush.

...did I mention getting to bed at 5 in the morning again? *sigh*

Oh, hey, I wonder if this looks like crap or not in reality. -_-
https://www.amazon.com/dp/1549781367

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--sabine (DW)


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Stressy day

Sep. 18th, 2017 10:48 pm
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1: Spouse -- with his mom -- has been waiting for their turn at the ultrasound machine, in the ER, since... 3:30pm or so? Well, with a stint at Urgent Care, but UC sent them up to the ER for an ultrasound to rule out a blood clot. It is now 10:50pm. He is still not home. Nor have I heard from him since before I and kid went to seek food.

2: The garage is not usable as an ingress to the house just now, as there is scaffolding there, because we had water damage and our contractor needs to see how bad it is. We also have carpenter ants in one corner. The composite board is at least not disintegrating, but I am now of the opinion that composite board should NEVER be on ANY load-bearing floor. Or wall.

Also, roofs should have a rubber membrane that goes up over a foot at any house-join, so that when ICE DAMS happen, they do not overflow the plastic at the joins, come in the back, and RUIN EVERYTHING.

*sigh*

Further, the ENTIRE CEILING of the garage is not up to fire-code. It's only 1 layer of... whatever that stuff is called. Not drywall? The other thing. I can't remember. But it should be 2 layers, not 1. But noooooo, the people who put it together didn't put in both layers. FURTHER, they doubled-up on the plastic sheeting that's supposed to be on only one side of insulated walls (to keep moisture from being trapped in the middle layer and turning the insulation into Mold Surface Central), and didn't secure the wood slats of the ceiling grid (that holds up the insulation) to all the two-by-fours correctly. Especially at the edges. AND they didn't use long enough screws in the ceiling such that he was being surprised that we hadn't had a chunk of ceiling start coming down.

Having a friend who is a total stickler for code come and SUPERVISE house-building seems like a worthwhile investment at this moment.

3: If you are a lunch restaurant and are closed to customers 10 minutes before your closing time, I am going to tell Apple Maps that your closing time listing is wrong, unless you have a note on the door that the kitchen had to close up early or something. YES, I think people should get to go home promptly! However, I also think that presenting "closing time" to staff as "time we should go home by" is going to make for cranky customers. (We're not the only ones who were hoping to get in under the wire.) Staff should be paid for hanging around till the No More Customers Allowed In closing time! I believe Management is not setting correct Staff expectations. (Or, possibly, not paying them enough for those expectations.)

I am more sympathetic to an evening restaurant closing a little early if they have no customers in the building. I mean, they don't expect last-minute people and it's dark.

It is frustrating to hit BOTH of those in one day, though. -_-

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Sep. 17th, 2017 07:56 pm
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Rough week. Especially yesterday, when N and I took a very sick Bronx to the emergency vet in Seattle. He had a fever of 106; apparently I can't tell at all from his nose and ears. He was also throwing up and not eating, and wasn't anywhere near his usual rambunctious self.

Note: apparently a virus. He's recovering well, and we'll be taking him home tomorrow.

The house seems very quiet and lonely without our Bronx boy. Brooklyn and even Ticia are rambuncting as best they can, but it isn't the same. Meanwhile, apparently cats really are liquids. Or should I say that cat is a liquid?

Thursday, one of our neighbor's cows got loose in our yard. One of those things that's very funny in retrospect. We've also been having a hard time finding a caregiver for Colleen.

As I said, rough week.

Two public service announcements:

  1. Breach at Equifax May Impact 143M Americans; How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Embrace the Security Freeze
  2. If you happen to be on Whidbey Island next Sunday (the 24th, a week from today), drop by our house for music and food. "The usual potluck bash", as we used to say of the Starport.

I'm trying to establish a schedule, so that I actually get things done, have some time for Colleen, and don't spend all my spare time online. 9-11 on Tuesdays and Thursdays are earmarked for "Unpleasant Chores" - unpacking, cleaning litter boxes, finishing up the taxes, taking out the garbage, and so on. Tag "UC:"

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Liralen, I have the email! I need to send you data! I have not had brains for a few days.

I read The Brightest Fell by McGuire today. Fae families can be really, really screwed up. *pats some of them very carefully* (There's a Babylon Candle in it, though, and apparently that theme is MY CATNIP because I like many bits of the book and I like those bits ALL OUT OF PROPORTION.)

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“That’s thirty for me!” Rek’Vada roared over the sound of tearing metal.
“We’re not keeping score!” Carter shouted back, firing his phaser at the towering, spider-like creature in front of him.
“You’re only saying that,” [t]he Klingon warrior tore another Tholian in half, “because I’m winning!”
“Thirty-two!” Carter yelled back.
http://www.arcgames.com/en/games/star-trek-online/news/detail/10618394-%22brothers-in-blood%22


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Sep. 17th, 2017 09:03 pm
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I had great plans for this weekend, starting with a lymphatic massage at noon on Saturday. Alas, came home Friday night to a message on the machine: 'It's now ten past twelve, are you coming for your massage?' How did I confuse Friday with Saturday when I made the appointment on Thursday? Who knows? But Saturday I left my phone on the table at my local cafe and had conniptions when I went to take it out at home. How could I ignore a bright pink phone case sitting on the table? Again, who knows?

Saturday afternoon was merely trying. Went to visit aunt and found the place in the middle of 40th anniversary celebrations, meaning a very loud jazz band playing from 2 to 4 and my aunt sitting in the audience. Even when we made our way to our usual table round the corner the saxophonist still drowned out my aunt's frail voice, and when he didn't, the very genki staff and visitor genkily chatting ten feet away sufficed instead. I suppose the staff get used to speaking loudly, but there's no excuse for the visitor.

Was going on a picnic to Riverdale Park with automobiled friend on Sunday, but Saturday night began to suffer from indefinable malaise. Cancelled, went up to lie on sideroom bed, fell asleep, woke at 11, moved to own bed, slept till 8. Twelve hours should put a dent in anything. But tum was still off, as it has been all week- summer stomach or plague, again, who knows. So frittered the afternoon reading mysteries until I pulled myself together and rescued the day with a little domesticity: made soup from vegetable ends, mended perennially holey summer pants (which I hope will last until the cooler weather comes), vacuumed hallway and washed kitchen floor. Then washed the sweat and grime from me and my hair in a grateful shower, and am almost ready for bed again. Good night.
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Tempeste O'Riley Fangs with a Heart (Chain of Fate #2)
Gay - Paranormal Romance
Series: Chain of Fate (Book 2)
Paperback: 236 pages
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press (May 22, 2017)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 1635335000
ISBN-13: 978-1635335002
Amazon: Tempeste O'Riley Fangs with a Heart (Chain of Fate #2)

Chain of Fate: Book Two

Lynx shifter Trace Wilson’s fun-loving exterior hides a heart scarred by severe domestic violence—a heart that might not ever trust another male, fated mate or not. When Trace moves to Seattle to take his place as trainer and council representative to the Glacier Rim Tribe, he discovers his mate is the vampire prince Sasha Tolstoi, leader of the Konstantin Coven. It’s not something Trace is ready to accept. Not now, maybe not ever. But if there’s one thing Sasha knows how to do, it’s how to be patient, especially when his fated heart is also his perfect sub.

When an outside force threatens the fragile bond slowly forming between them—and nearly kills Trace—Trace’s instincts shift into high gear. Sasha is powerful, and that means he has enemies, among them several rival covens and an uncle determined to force Sasha into a marriage with a vampire princess. But why involve the lynx Trace in their maneuvering? Finding the culprit won’t be easy, and it will mean building trust—a slow and difficult prospect for someone who’s suffered as much as Trace. Finding a way to move beyond the past, and to love, before those out to finish Sasha can destroy either, is a race the two fated hearts have to win.
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Sallyanne Monti A Heart Well Traveled (Tales of Long Distance Love Affairs and Unlikely Outcomes #1)
Lesbian - Anthology / Collection / Contemporary Romance
File Size: 657 KB
Print Length: 345 pages
Simultaneous Device Usage: Unlimited
Publisher: Sapphire Books Publishing (June 15, 2017)
Publication Date: June 15, 2017
Amazon: Sallyanne Monti A Heart Well Traveled (Tales of Long Distance Love Affairs and Unlikely Outcomes #1)

Discover the many facets of romantic relationships as authors in volume one of, A Heart Well Traveled, unravel the trials and tribulations of long distance love affairs.

Each author, with their own unique style of storytelling, will leave the reader begging for more. Go from wild rides to gentle love stories, exploring the twists and turns lovers go through as they work to be together despite the distance between them.

Explore bonds beyond friendship, chance meetings, family drama, gender complexity, longstanding love and unexpected passion as lovers seek their happily ever after.

A Heart Well Traveled is a collection of short stories where women who love woman share the joys and challenges of long distance relationships.

Can love really conquer all?
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K.J. Lewis Mondays with You (Sunday Love #2)
Gay - Contemporary Romance
Series: Sunday Love
Paperback: 376 pages
Publisher: kj lewis books (July 25, 2017)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 0997641479
ISBN-13: 978-0997641479
Amazon: K.J. Lewis Mondays with You (Sunday Love #2)

West Connors struggled to put the pieces of his heart back together after the sudden departure of his best friend, Blake Thomas, from his life ten years ago. Making a life for himself teaching in New York City, West has never quite filled the hole in his heart Blake left behind. Blake Thomas gets things done. As a handler for one of the top political fixers in the business, he focuses on work, friends, and one-night stands. He's fooled himself into thinking he's conquered the demons of his past until he runs into the best friend he was forced to leave behind when he was sixteen. When their jobs force them into a fake relationship, Blake learns something about his childhood best friend and eventually about himself. As they try to repair their damaged friendship, they find that moving forward can sometimes lead you back home.

I need to get to bed.

Sep. 17th, 2017 02:17 am
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It's already 2 am. My day was not very exciting.

Conuly found this cool game. http://flashbynight.com/drench/

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Dammit, when it's an abstract concept, you use "less". Less time, less money, less trouble. When it's something you can count, like Nazis, the word is _Fuhrer_.

Er, that is, "fewer". I meant to say "_fewer_ Nazis".
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Noted about the neighbourhood

Sep. 16th, 2017 08:53 pm
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Florence and Mary's house- detached, three story- must have sold for large bucks. One imagines that well-heeled yuppies bought it, and fears (if you're someone like the Gecko People with two renovations/ rebuildings happening very near by) that the usual mandatory strip-to-the-walls will ensue. New owners seem finally to have moved in this week- lights were on Friday night and curtains open to the living room- which they never were in Flo and Mary's time. Not much furniture to be seen, but there's a large Canadian flag tacked to the wall. Yuppies don't go in for this kind of interior decorating, so we may have dodged a bullet.

(The ongoing renovation across the street from me has been quiet and discreet. I notice the company's van out front and occasional appliances left for pickup, but none of the banging and cursing that accompany the new house across from the Gecko, or the new house a-building out my back window.)

The Indian Gardener's slow rebuild has reached the point of tearing out the old concrete walk and replacing it with interlocking stone that the IG's son is going to regret the minute it starts to snow. The front garden has once again been leveled flat and all the plants removed; given that various weeds and bushes came back up within a week of the last raze, there's doubtless some mighty fertile soil in the IG's yard. Also the house looked a lot better when it had that twelve feet by eight jungle in front of it, and bright pink woodwork. Homey and loved. Am not looking forward to the landscaping that's clearly planned.

Prof & Mrs Islamic Studies are pruning their magnolia tree, which is a good thing, because it's trying to top the second floor. To be precise, their son is pruning the tree, lost up in the branches eight feet overhead. Wish R could be persuaded to turn his energies to my hedge, but R has gone from rambunctious boy to serious student and prefers not.

4am bedtime again, oh well

Sep. 16th, 2017 01:35 am
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We'll see what I manage tonight.

Healthcare thing is driving my kid into issues (the very upsetting kind that means interactions with anything but Special Interest Topics is shattering, which is, clearly, not helpful), so please call your Senators and express a wish for something that is not going to make it harder for my family to get healthcare. (I am quite into fixing the crappy parts of the current situation, but block grants is not the way to go...)

(I do rather like my bandaid of a Federal, 100% tax deductible "MedicalGoFundMe/Patreon" thing where people could help each other more easily, but it's a bandaid. ...on the other hand, it's a bandaid that could be applied to politicians. Want healthcare, O Politician? Better make sure that your constituents like you. They're the ones paying. Directly. FOIA applies to donor identities, of course. *evil grin*)

(I know, I know, it's probably not actually workable. But ah, a gal can dream.)

I have acquired the latest Seanan McGuire book -- she broke into Hardcover with the Tobeyverse! That's a cool one to see. I hope that it enables her to have fewer worries about caring for her cats and mom and family. (Now I just need to have enough brain to READ it. *sigh*)

We, meanwhile, have discovered there are weird stains on the garage ceiling, probably from when the ice dams came up over the waterproofing under the siding where garage meets house, and now we have a bunch of stuff in the garage so C____ can climb up and tear a hole there to see how bad the internal damage is. What's rotten in the state of attic? *siiiiiigh* He did not set up the scaffolding because it will be blocking the stairs into the house, and he wouldn't be able to get much done before vanishing for the weekend. And it's raining today. So. Monday.

Oh! http://blog.smashwords.com/2017/09/global-pricing.html -- any prices I should be addressing? O:>

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C_______ says, “Arright. Let's see if I can get through the first ep of Black Sails before game.”
C_______ says, “... For some reason I did not expect this show to be this bright and colourful.”
C_______ says, “Not sure why.”
f___ [to C_______]: Oh yes. It /remembers/ that it's in a tropical zone with very bright sunlight.
f___ [to C_______]: So you get all the grubby pirates and the grubby buildings they hang out in, but also the GREEN and BLUE and YELLOW and glossy sea and, well, so forth. It's one of the things that keeps it from being all Shades Of Brown.
f___ [to C_______]: (...though it did mean I mistook 'We shoot all these flashbacks through a different filter' scenes for 'We shoot all these scenes through a different filter because the quality of light is different in London', aheh.)
C_______ [to f___]: It's so *pretty*!
f___ [to C_______]: Yes! ...and you can actually tell the various grubby white dude pirates apart with their distinct hairstyles and ways of speaking!
C_______ [to f___]: I'm mostly telling by facial hair and/or scarring, so far!
f___ [to C_______]: Oh, yeah, the scars help too.
F~~~~~~~ [to C_______ and f___]: what's this you're talking aboout, arr?
C_______ [to F~~~~~~~]: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt2375692
f___ [to F~~~~~~~]: Black Sails! It is a good show.
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Sep. 15th, 2017 09:12 pm
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Warm sunny soupy September. Pumpkin trees down Spadina turn yellow. Synagogues have High Holiday hours posted. I run the AC at night.

Went back down to the AGO to look again at the Jean Bradbury calendar; still not decided. Then to re-view the Rita Letendre retrospective before it closes. Walked about my favourite galleries and discovered they've swapped out the painting in the room with the wolves, to my annoyance. Trust they'll put it back when the exhibit's over.

Then wandered about looking for something that was on the fourth floor, not the second; but by happenstance walked into a room of-- well, the more than numinous. Inuit artist Manasie Akpaliapik's sculptures done in whalebone, ivory, stone, balleen, and other things beside. That site shows three works: 'Respecting the Circle' (one side of it- the other side is quite different), 'Shaman Muskox' and 'Spirit Woman'. There's also the amazing Suicide Story. That's a youtube video taken at the AGO and showing the work in detail. There's another for Respecting the Circle.

(An excellent overview of the exhibit can be found at this blog, which is, disconcertingly, a Malaysian food blog.)

Never mind the woodwoses and green men of the old country. This is what the Canadian North does instead:
circle

FLUP

Sep. 15th, 2017 12:01 am
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I went down and walked, and made my watch happy. Then I had only 1K more steps to make my fitbit happy, so I did that. And I finished a STO fanfic. I need to do a cover for it, though.

I got to bed around... 3:30? Ish? Yay? Didn't sleep as well as I'd have liked, though. Woke up after a bit and took my thyroid pill -- must check and see if they got the prescription filled, tomorrow -- and then had a while getting back to sleep. Blah.

Need to get paying fic done next. But at least I don't have that mood-piece griping at me.

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f___ says, “You know those 'look, a student at Hogwarts does everything through /cool mechanical stuff/ instead of /magic/!!!' things that float across Tumblr periodically?”
C_______ does.
f___ says, “Lost In Oz is pretty much Dorothy doing that, except without the subterfuge or other people being baffled by it.”
f___ says, “She's just completely non-magical /and/ great with mechanical stuff.”
C_______... ooh.
f___ says, “(Also, magical items appear to be usable by anyone; it's the 'cast spells' stuff that seems to be dependent on being magical oneself. She's... like a Soldier rather than a celestial, kinda?)”
f___ says, “I worry that the aspect of the monkeys being mind-controlled is not dealt with in sufficient ethical nuance! Well, yet.”


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Highs and local mysteries

Sep. 14th, 2017 09:09 pm
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Muscle relaxants and/or antihistamines guarantee I sleep late this season, if not deep (up several times a night for the loo; that I then go back to sleep indicates the drugs' potency.) But I have a morning shift tomorrow and must be up at 7 at the latest in order to get breakfast (15 minutes) and my body working (45 minimum stretch and strengthen plus time for painkillers to work.) Thus, a full ativan, and the full ativan's happiness.

Actually a full ativan means I won't *want* to get up tomorrow morning: its sleep is so delicious, especially if I indulge in AC tonight to keep more allergens from blowing in through the window fan. But tomorrow's troubles tomorrow.

Sitting in the side bedroom these past nights I hear something moving in the walkway between me and next door. I think of beasts- specifically, I think of raccoons- but it might be people. Poking about with flashlights reveals nothing and after last night's garbage putout, I conclude it may be an odd trick of acoustics, because it certainly sounded like next door was putting out their already put out bins when it was across the street. Then again, what I thought were the clumps of fallen ironwood seeds on my front steps seems to be fecal in origin, though I know no local animal that poops golden. Maybe it's the Mystery Skunk who occasionally perfumes the neighbourhood?

Well, solved the doorbell problem...

Sep. 13th, 2017 11:04 pm
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Disconnected the wires.

As I said in comments: Well. It happened. And then again. And then I creeeeeeept up on the front door, and peered out the window, and... nothing. But I heard the gnawing sound in the wall, faintly. THEN AGAIN RIGHT NEAR MY EAR! I yanked open the door! NOTHING THERE!

We disconnected the wires from the chime 'cause a flying squirrel was chewing up the wires. *sigh*
[...]
When rodent go MUNCH, doorbell go BR-RING BR-RING BR~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ghk.


At least we have a nice door-knocker instead. And now a postit note saying that a mouse ate the wires, because while I am almost certain it's one of the dadgum flying squirrels, "mouse" was easier to fit on the post-it note.

Bed at 4:40 or so. Slight improvement. I should try to get me and kid to bed sooner tonight because I have to drive tomorrow and... guh.

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f___ says, “...West's mother just showed a picture of three women, and explains the woman in the middle is Glinda; "she always insisted on being in the middle in pictures, because she wanted to remind us that she brought the two of us together." Gosh, I really hope that is as gay as it sounds.”
[...]
f___ says, “Aw, drat, the second 'your mom' was to Dorothy, regarding her mother as the third in the picture, so. Probably West does not have two moms. BUT I CAN HOPE.”
--on Lost In Oz


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Sep. 13th, 2017 09:03 pm
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Haven't posted because nothing has been happening aside from the usual- work and wandering aches. Lower back/ lumbar at the moment, making walking unpleasant. Have had this pain before, many times: it recurs in spite of chiropracty, physiotherapy, acupuncture, and weight fluctuations. Can't remember what if anything made it go away the last time, and the time before, and back in 2015 when it seriously interfered with meditation, and and and.

But today I went down to the AGO to see what 2018 calendars they have. Not many and nothing that says 'This is IT!!' like last year's Emma Haworth calendar with its long distance views of London. Hokusai, Carr, and O'Keefe, of course; a whole calendar devoted to sections of The Garden of Earthly Delights which I have hanging over my bed and don't need to see in greater detail; and a Canadian artist who does odd representations of animals, so far the best bet. (Midoco had a Hasui calendar with all the warhorses, most disappointing. Maybe when they get more stock in... I mean, I always buy next door a Mucha calendar- the man was beyond prolific- and have no idea what to do if they stop producing art nouveau calendars.)

But being there decided to eat in their restaurant: a $15 Long Island Tea and a $15 appetizer of smoked slamon and marble bread (two slices, I grant you) plus assorted obscure small vegetables. Wish I was rich enough to indulge in a $25 hamburger which has no meat in it, being- as I understand it- a portobello mushroom with trimmings and fries on the side. Pretentions go- well, a lot farther in fashionable restaurants, I believe- but for a sort-of common person's venue like the AGO, that's pretty pretentious.

Wednesday )

And bed at 5 again

Sep. 12th, 2017 10:48 pm
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*sigh*

I am not actually happy with this.

Oh, when I went out and looked at the doorbell again, later that night:
https://twitter.com/emccoy_writer/status/907475866090962944

But I think he was way too small to ring the doorbell. (He coulda sat on my thumbnail and most of the thumbnail left over!)

Looked at the bushes where someone would've had to get 'round... I'm really thinking that -- while I would still like a deer-cam to be sure -- it was more likely to be something in the walls biting the wrong wire. Getting into the bushes and out again without killing oneself, in the dark, sprinting around back of the house to avoid the camera, getting into a car or on a bike... all before I got to the bathroom window? Uhhhhh, doubting it.

Deer-cams sound like they'd be pretty neat anyway, though...

Havva Quote
[Regarding the Amazon series "Lost in Oz"]
f___ says, “She has met a cop made of bricks, a flustered clerk, and now an amazingly hot goth girl who is probably the daughter of a wicked witch. I hope she sticks around.”
f___ | http://www.cartoonbrew.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/05/lostinoz_main.jpg
f___ says, “So far the amazingly hot goth girl has been referred to by snotty classmates as 'West', so, you know, I'm pretty sold on my theory. They are not being subtle.”
f___ says, “...they are sharing a fruit that makes you smile. With rainbow-colored teeth. I WILL MAINTAIN ALL MY HEAD CANONS.”
[...]
f___ says, “West is /great/, I want to very respectfully hug her and support her possibly evil plans.”
I•• says, “Same, and I haven't even seen her.”
f___ says, “I linked a photo with West!”
I•• says, “...oh! So you did!”
I•• says, “Oh. Oh /wow./”
I•• says, “Welp, I'm really gay right now.”
f___ says, “https://www.awn.com/sites/default/files/styles/original/public/image/featured/1033330-amazon-original-kids-series-lost-oz-debut-prime-video.jpg?itok=2zTg3E6y
f___ says, “An image of more of her! Among other things.”
f___ says, “And yeah, feeling kinda gay right now myself.”
I•• hi5s.
[...]
I•• ooo.
I•• says, “I just want to be swept off my feet by a tiny semi-wicked witch, IS THAT SO WRONG”
arcangel [to I••]: ...no?
I•• [to arcangel]: Good! I assume I have your blessing for dating semi-wicked witches, then.
[[They do.]]


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Sep. 12th, 2017 07:13 pm
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Somewhat eventful week, and I see that I didn't get it posted yesterday. Grumph. And today is a busy one, so this will be worked on only in the interstices.

This was our first week of school for both of N's kids, and in particular of homeschooling for j. N and I are taking turns, with N on Tuesday and Thursday, and me on Monday and Wednesday (when C has a caregiver in, although it's a little more hectic right now because we're between caregivers). Friday is for catch-up and projects. J also got the first weekly call from his teacher, where we were able to determine that we have a lot more freedom to choose which activities (e.g. science experiments) we actually do. It's still a bit of a scramble.

This weekend (ok, last weekend -- I'm finishing this up on Tuesday at this point) one of our neighbors, Dean, threw a huge party. He apparently does this every year for his birthday. He's 67, and has been building his house and "landscaping" his property since sometime in the '70s. It's awesome. "Landscaping" in quotes because landscaping doesn't normally include secret tunnels, grottos, and water slides. I only found out about it because I was standing behind him in line at the grocery store. Fairly large amount of music. He's a fiddler! We have a lot of songs that could use fiddle. He also repairs pianos.

The hash I made of "Wheelin'" on Saturday afternoon prompted me to finally reprint the LgF songbook -- two-sided, using my new style definitions. Worked great. There are still a few glitches, but on the whole it's a big improvement.

I made fudgies for the party. Recipe in the notes.

We hired a new caregiver for Colleen. As soon as we saw her purple hair we knew she was going to be a good fit. She'll start on the 25th, after giving two weeks' notice at her previous job.

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Bloody hells, the doorbell at 12:39??

Sep. 12th, 2017 12:38 am
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And if anyone actually rang it, they'd have had to've crept around back of the house (possible), gotten through the bushes, and reached up to get the doorbell while smothered in bushes and vines, 'cause there was NOTHING on the camera. And no car, I suspect, because to've gotten away, they would've had to get back through the bushes, go 'round back of the house again, jump in the car, and zoom away before I got to the upstairs window that overlooks the driveway.

Plus no one came back to honk, so probably no car.

Maybe a short in the doorbell? It went bing-bong-bing-bong-urrrrrr----~~~~~~~~~~~~~fzt as I was coming 'round the corner to the hall, trying to figure out what the heck that noise was.

Maybe the raccoons are angry? But I woulda thought they'd've tripped the camera.

Beginning to think about deer-cams. ...maybe the flying squirrels in the walls bit the doorbell wiring?

Got to bed at 5am again. Nothing of note done.

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Eli Easton How to Save a Life (Howl at the Moon #4)
Gay - Paranormal Romance
File Size: 971 KB
Print Length: 415 pages
Publication Date: August 28, 2017
Language: English
Amazon: Eli Easton How to Save a Life (Howl at the Moon #4)

Rav Miller looked into the terrified, intelligent eyes of the chocolate Labrador on death row, and knew he’d do anything to save him. When the dog, Sammy, escapes and heads to Mad Creek, Rav follows. Mad Creek. The town had become legendary in Rav’s mind after he’d met that bizarre group last year. Rav dismissed his crazy suspicions back then, but when he arrives in Mad Creek, he knows it’s true. Dog shifters exist, and apparently they all live in the California mountains. It’s enough to blow a bad boy’s mind.

Sammy has something in common with Rav—neither one of them trusts people. After Sammy’s abuse as a dog, he particularly dislikes tough-looking men like Rav. But when Sammy gets a chance to work with rescued dogs at the new Mad Creek shelter, his deep compulsion to help others overcomes his fear. Rav and Sammy bond over saving strays. If they can each find the courage to let someone else in, they might find their way to love.

Sheriff Lance Beaufort doesn’t like humans moving into Mad Creek, especially not the tattooed and defiant Rav. When Rav starts a rescue shelter, the town thinks he’s wonderful! But Lance isn’t fooled. He doesn’t buy Rav’s innocent act for one second. How much does Rav know about the quickened? What is his game? And why did he have to show up now, when Lance and the other town leaders are overwhelmed by all the new quickened pouring in?

Rav knows how to save a life. But can he save an entire town? Can he rescue Mad Creek?
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