Monthly Archives: May 2009

A fluffy omelet with Kal-Kan filling would be nice….

I spent Sunday morning doing laundry, cleaning myself up, and planning my day. And taking pictures of Ricky, to document his terrible, miserable, how-can-he-bear-it existence: (sorry for the slight blurry)

"You know, that camera flash is annoying."

"You know, that camera flash is annoying."

"And isn't it about time for you to make my breakfast?"

"And isn't it about time for you to make my breakfast?"

"Now go away, lose the camera, and get cracking in the kitchen."

"Now go away, lose the camera, and get cracking in the kitchen."

And here is a bonus phote from last week, of Zeke enjoying a bit of carrot cake. If you look closely, you can see a bit of parrot tongue:

"We should have cake every day."

"Yum! We should have cake every day."

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Various, mostly grading.

Saturday was graduation at BVU. It’s my fourth year here, so a fair number of graduates had been in my classes as freshmen and sometimes once or twice in later years. Yeah, I got a little misty-eyed at one point. It could have been sentiment, it could have been the grading I have yet to do, but a couple of tears were shed.

I am actually anxious to start gardening, which is a sentence I never thought I’d type. I’m going to put in an asparagus bed, plant lilacs along one section of backyard fence, put in a couple of tomatoes and peppers, finish the front rock garden with catmint and Japanese iris in one section and spider wort and impatiens in the other sections, with a section already set aside for some type of outdoor seating. I’m going super cheap this year — the river rock I need I’m taking from a big back bed (where the asparagus and other veggies will go and the tomatoes, peppers, and Japanese iris are the only plants I’ll have to pay for (yay for fellow gardeners who share their established plants). The seating will either come from a yard sale if I find a score or just wait until next year — I want something comfortable enough to sit on for some time and read or knit. I may also put in some rhubarb. I was contemplating putting in a cold-tolerant, blooming cactus garden, but just looking at the list above, I’m thinking I’ll save that for next year.

I’m also going to set a few mornings a week aside to write fiction, all summer long. My plan is to complete a really slip-shod rough draft of a novel, which I can then polish over the school year.  I’m coming around to the idea that the only way to get it done is to get it down quick and then tinker with it, and fortunately I love revising.*

I’m planning two trips this summer — about a week in Peabody visiting sister Linda and family (if she forgives me for the snarky birthday card I’m about to send) and a week at Scattergood School for the Iowa Yearly Meeting (that’s Quaker talk).

What else? Oh, this evening when I was walking Ricky, we passed a boy about 6 years old who asked if he could pet the dog. He asked me about Ricky’s blue eye and I explained that he’s half husky and half beagle. The boy said, “A blue eye and a brown eye, that’s crazy!” I said well, Ricky’s a crazy dog. Then the boy said, “My dog is half poodle and half…..reindeer!” I agreed that was a crazy dog, indeed.

Finally, check out A Walk on the Mild Side, a new blog by my online f/Friend Nate. Leave him an encouraging comment, maybe a compliment about his wise choice of title emulation.

*Because I’m 1/2 German and all Virgo and probably not medicated quite enough and fiddly tasks fascinate me.**
**Until the point that I lose my temper and invoke Gene T. Schaechterle, demigod of creative swearing.

Ouch. *sigh*

Massive end-of-semester stress, now with added gouty foot pain* and lurching zombie gait.** Yeah, that’ll make a girl feel youthful and attractive.

And I did it to myself. Legumes are my big trigger and I’ve been rushing around and eating, completely without thinking about it, a ton of peanut butter because PB sandwiches and PB on a banana are so quick and easy  and cheap and filling….

*gout is not the most serious or crippling of all forms of arthritis, but, according to all the medical info I’ve read, it is the most painful. Gosh, I feel special!

**What do vegetarian zombies moan as they shuffle and lurch threateningly after you? “Graaaaiiiins…..”

I’m not mad, just very, very disappointed

Someone out there among my tiny readership had to have known about Jonathan Coulton, and didn’t tell me. Good Heavens! Can’t you discern from my posts that I’m a total dork who adores sing-along-able songs with fabulously funny and/or odd lyrics?*

The only thing better than discovering Jonathon Coulton (why yes, I spent my sad little Friday night at home in front of the computer) is discovering this adorable little Texas university student*** performing Coulton songs in American Sign Language. And even though you (I’m looking at the reader who knew about J.Coulton and didn’t tell me — yes, you in the back, in the red shirt) didn’t share, here are links to the cute-kid-ASL-Jonathon Coulton songs. Because I’m a bigger person — and I don’t mean  2 bowls-of-ice-cream-while-spending-Friday-night-on-the-computer bigger, although that’s probably true, too.

Future Soon — a fabulous rejected geek revenge fantasy

First of May — completely NOT safe for work. Or children. Or possibly my sister Linda, but I’m not sure about that last one.

*Such as those by the unfortunately now-defunct bands Love Button and The Scurvy Bastards**

**With the added fun of genuine sea shanties and Cthulhu

***Yes, I’m so old that late teens-early twenties are simply cute, and NOT in the way I meant “cute” when I was in my late teens and early twenties. They’re like puppies and kittens, silly and clumsy and sometimes endearingly earnest.