Things have been fairly placid chez us simply because neither of us have had any major work crises.
Work is placid, or at least has been placid, therefore minimal ranting gets done. Minimal ranting equals boring blog fodder I guess.
I’ve got the garden mostly planted, tennis elbow bedamned, the only bits that are left are some onions that I’m hoping to get in this week and the black beans which won’t go in until the weather heats up a bit. Say when hell freezes over the way things have been recently.
I’ve even got flowers in bloom in the flower bed out front. Very exciting since I don’t really know what I planted there and I’m enchanted to see the changes day by day.
Some day when I empty the photos off of the current memory card I’ll go out and take photos of the garden.
I had a lovely birthday, thanks. On The Day I was off work, got tomatoes planted, got a massage, and then Andrew and I took the Link (we’ve started to refer to it as “The Yay! Train!”) downtown to have dinner at Ruth’s Chris (mmmmm, big hunk of COW) then we wandered up a few blocks to see a taping of Wait…Wait! Don’t Tell Me! to which we are thoroughly addicted. It’s great to watch live and we came out with the most popular current schwag, a Wait Wait reusable grocery tote. It’ll go great with my Car Talk reusable grocery tote and it was a very convenient way to carry my cow leftovers. Dude taking tickets at the door to the Paramount had the…gall? Nerve? Chutzpah? Hope? to tell us that we couldn’t walk in with the leftovers. Um…. Thought we just did. I think he was maybe hoping that if he told us we’d have to toss them that we’d hand them over in an attempt not to waste food. And since none, not ONE, of the dozen or so other Paramount employees with whom we interacted that evening mentioned anything about us carrying a little discrete plastic bag with “Ruth’s Chris Steakhouse” on it, the more I think on it, the more I think I’m probably right about the ticket dude scamming for leftovers. Tough titty ticket dude. That was a spectacular chunk of cow and even though the “sauteed wild mushrooms” were actually sauteed Agaricus spp. (Andrew says they were criminis) there wasn’t any way he was getting the leftovers away from me.
Anyway, Wait Wait schwag. Right.
It was funny, too, to see the streams of people leaving the theater, all of us identified by the identical blue and white grocery totes. The only other people that were on our train with a Wait Wait bag got off at the Mount Baker station.
Friday I didn’t work either so I spent the entire damn day in the garden. Finished the rototilling, planted volunteer potatoes, planted onions, squash, pumpkins, cucumbers, melons…. Pulled radishes, pruned, weeded. A remarkably , wonderfully calming way to spend a day, especially since it didn’t rain on me while I was running the tiller.
We had a small to do here on Saturday. Andrew made me my traditional birthday dinner of shoyu chicken, amongst other meaty edibles, and we had a truly remarkable chocolate mousse cake from Alki Bakery. After the comestibles had been comested we all sat down for a screening of Gamers II: Dorkness Rising. This is NOT a slick Hollywood production, it is NOT well acted, and the effects are done by Magic Marker. However if you have ever participated in, lived in a home with someone who is participating in, or have friends who have participated in, a D & D campaign, it’s DAMN FUNNY. The first time I saw the movie Andrew had to stop it about halfway through because I was laughing so hard I couldn’t breathe. Every so often I still get the giggles out of nowhere.
The coolest gift of the day: My brother comes through again.
Last year Matt and Shannon got me a signed copy of Keith Knight’s “I Left My Arse In San Francisco” (with personalized original artwork too! I’m SUCH a fanboy).
This year, despite the scary, scary Disney Princess gift bag (with glitter!), the coolest thing again came from my loving brother. Matt & Shannon got me a towel. A BIG towel. A big towel with stripes. I’ll let you know if the the towel is soaked in nutrients and the stripes are different flavors.
Both kittens (okay, yes, they’re past two, but they’re still kittens dammit) are still wearing flexible e-collars. Flitter’s arm is healing. SLOWLY, but it is healing.
The scratch on Pogo’s belly which he has been licking at would heal if the little idiot would stop finding a way around his e-collar to lick at it. Obsessive compulsive little idjit.
We had the dude out last week to look at the roof and give us a quote on replacing the old, highly flammable shakes that I’ve hated since the day we moved in here. If all goes right we’ll have a (shudder) new roof this summer. Let me tell you how MUCH I’m looking forward to having construction monkeys crawling all over my house pounding and thumping for three days. Every so often I’ll go back and re-read the posts I wrote during our sewer/interior remodel/landscaping ordeal in 2008. And every time I read them I am so profoundly grateful that IT’S OVER! If I wasn’t certain that the bloody damned roof was going to catch fire on July 4th, start leaking this fall, or blow off completely next winter I wouldn’t even contemplate it.
When we were facing moving to the third house in three years back when my Dad moved us from New York to Federal Way and then from Federal Way to Bellevue, my mother told him that if he decided to move again anytime within the following 20 years or so that she was going to fly to Hawaii and he could just call her when it was all done. I’m much of the same mind when contemplating another major remodeling bout. Except that if I buggered off out of the house and hid at my parents’ place until the roof was done I’d have to take the cats with me and Dad is allergic to cats.
And, thank GOD, my review class is over with. This class was one of three review modules offered by my online veterinary addiction (VIN) which are designed to prepare me to take the ABVP test. I don’t HAVE to take the courses to sit the test, but the courses are a good basic review of stuff that may pop up on the test. Study guides, as it were. But time consuming, annoying (people that are excellent medical practitioners aren’t necessarily excellent lecturers), and a REALLY big commitment during the spring and summer when my life is going in thirty different directions at once. I’m not taking the second module (July through September) but I may pick back up for the third module in October. Or I might just go crazy and save myself the time.
But now it’s dinner time, I’ve been sitting at my computer for an hour, and I still need to get my lunch ready for tomorrow, drop down to the grocery for some milk and bananas, and figure out how to attach tongue depressors to the cats’ e-collars so they can’t lick around them, all before bedtime at 8:30.
No, not at all busy right now. You?