Not all bad...

This pleases me:

So, last night was "Goose Night" (tricks night-- where I grew up it was "Goat night") in our new area, apparently. Yes, in this part of the country, in my lifespan, treats night and tricks night are generally not the same day, even when the school district doesn't opt to move treats night.

It says something about our new neighborhood that our front stoop was carefully TP'd (before 9 pm!), but written in pink chalk on the front walk, facing the house, was the phrase, "Welcome to Fair Lawn!"

Very cute.

Cos, yeah. Welcome to the neighborhood!

On the other hand...

Yeah...that's pretty filled with awesome. :)

Might be NSFW if your boss is extra-freaked by Old Fat Naked Women for Peace.

...they did what!?

Yep, that's a golden bull.

Yep, these are Christians who are praying at the thing.

While I don't think that praying about the economy is a bad thing -- and while I understand the difference between 'praying at' and 'praying to' --

Wow. I still think this is a pretty awesomely bad idea.

You can't make this up.

Yeah...

...I opened the blog back up again.

I'm kinda weary and crabby and 'whatever'. If I get in trouble for it, so be it.

Short Takes

Mouse kicks butt.

Radioactive scotch tape.

Posted a whie ago, but topical now -- Screwing It Up - A Manual For the New Home Preserver.

Perhaps a bit of a tearjerker, but I found it awfully inspiring: Running for my Life. Almost makes me want to take up running, though I think I'll stick with my bike.

A nice analysis of the health care problem in America: http://www.worldchanging.com/archives/008803.html.

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In other news, Chocolate's paw looked a lot better at the last bandage change. He's _sort_ of getting used to the thing, but only sort of; he flaps his back paw around a lot like it's wet. I try not to laugh. Too much.

Been doing breads. Not raised breads; two days ago was banana bread, and today is pumpkin bread. Having fun with it. Also, it's soup season.

Bought a bunch of wool at Newcomer's. Yes, I know. This is all getting turned into blankets, though. I have one on my bed already, though I'll be messing with it some. Love me a good wool blanket.

And that's about it for this post, anyway.

Short Takes

Less cranky, but awesomely tired, due to having to put cone on Chocolate. Poor guy -- his paw just isn't getting any better, and I needed to do something. This way the meds stay on longer. But he needs reassurance, so several times a night I get headbutted by cat armed with cone.

Took Loiosh in to Get Fixed yesterday. All's well, healing nicely, apparently nothing to forgive. Rode home on my lap washing himself. Nearly back to normal though a bit clingy, which occasionally results in cats on each shoulder.

Sale going well. Keeping me busy too which is good except for the tired part. Did I mention I was awesomely tired? Triple-checking each order, just to be paranoid.

The mood to clean is riding me like one of the Loa. Desk is clean; I'm managing to fend off the urge to clear everything off of it and wipe it down with oil, but barely. Once the sale is over and I have time, maybe. Working through cleaning the kitchen, too, and I mean move-everything-and-scrub.

Traded for two huipils from Guatemala. Handwoven shirts, bright colours, _beautiful_. Still not sure if I want to wear them or make something from them, so wearing them until I decide.

Note gratuitous kitten picture atop said huipils. Sent copy to the lady I traded with, as well, since my arm's not long enough to get a picture of me wearing one. They look a little odd with jeans, but I figure they look a little odd on someone as Anglo as me anyway so oh well.

Still haven't been able to talk myself into going to church. Not sure what's up with that. Just feel disinclined. Praying a lot, so 'm not losing the connection, but...yeah. Not sure.

Pretty stressy, what with one thing and another. Money's okay for the moment which helps a lot, but Thomas is pretty much not long for this world and Tim is pretty fragile. Something else going on there but I'm not sure what. Don't think he is either, so. Been spending more time at home weeknights, giving them space. Giving me space, some, too.

Did I mention tired? Perhaps tomorrow will be better. I'm still accomplishing a fair amount, so.

Thomas

This is Thomas. Ignore the rat on his head; he was. He's Tim's cat, at least 17. Cranky old man.

He's having problems. Don't know the cause yet. Dehydrated, weakness in back legs, confused.

I'm worried. Tim's worried. Prayers would be welcome.

Thanks.

Cranky.

Cranky, cranky, cranky.

Cranky.

Cold Water

Because my thirsty soul needed a little.

Tiny baby deer delivered by C-section

Rupert was born a week early, and with his mother dead from a car crash, doctors weren't sure he'd live at all.

But the tiny Muntjac deer fawn, only 500 grams at six inches tall at birth, is thriving.

Complete with TOTALLY ADORABLE PICTURES OMG.

Yeah, so.

I finally got clumsy and Mom found this blog.

I'll admit this is a panic response, but right now I have no cope. I don't know what I'm going to wind up doing -- I know I can't post as openly as I used to knowing my mom is looking. But I did like having a place that people could find -- heck, this is how I found most of you.

Might go Typepad and just keep everything separate from the shop blog. I don't know. Not thinking about it right now. Not thinking about the Talk that is likely to follow from this. Not thinking, cos if I do I'll throw my guts up.