skimming off the top (brain effluvia)

*Baby continues trucking along on the 15% line for size; she still hasn't made it to 15 lbs yet. Given that at 5'6" rounding up I'm unquestionably the tallest of her female blood relatives on either side she's probably doomed to stay a smallish person. Vaccine tolerance continues to improve. Grauwulf actually asked, and we seem to be ahead on milestones. She's also rapidly approaching mobility and trying to grab and chew everything within arms reach or out of it. The particular favorite is to lean over my head when I inadvertently lift her up high enough with both hands and clamped in my hair and much chewing/drool.

*Oak tree has decided that dying in its own time would be now; we're sufficiently short on water that one starts to see hillsides worth of defoliation from the roadways. Have set up the sprinkler to be nice to the emergency back-up oak, and am contemplating if there are other things I want to plant in my proto-forest. Assuming nothing gets smashed as the oak bits come down, we have already got a red chestnut, the woeful persimmon, several volunteer sycamores, and something my mother gave me that I've forgotten the name of. Also a couple very cute little white oak seedlings which I shall be very nice to. If I'm going for a moderate forest density, then I could theoretically fit another couple things in if I particularly wanted to, though they'd probably be just as happy if I didn't.

*I stole a couple of sketchbooks that my brother had left behind in his room at home; both are clearly labeled with his name and what period of art class they were acquired for and nearly full of blank pages. Being the sort of person who collects blank pages with great acquisitiveness and never does anything with them, I have decided that the only way I can justify adopting these is if I actually use them. So far I have sketched up window box plans for outside the Megatherium's window, and filled 3-1/2 pages with interestingly squiggly lines. It's nicely meditative.

*Am assiduously avoiding this thing I said I'd do for a master naturalist thing. It ought to be easy, but it has become The Thing I avoid working on. (Though admittedly I'm about a third of the way done, even so.)

*Reading about Hillary McKay's Casson family & having to refrain from calling my child Rose (as it is not her name. Also, would not want to have to raise a Rose, I think.) Also about the intersection of age of mammals megafauna remains and classical/early historic Europe, which is awesome, but has sent my brain off on highly impractical tangents about ways to sculpt, say, a Sivatherium skull (the thing is 3' long...) to mount on the top of the oak snag once they've taken the branches down. (Hence why I was sketching window boxes, on the grounds that that might conceivably be useful and/or a project I'd ever really do.)

*Video now exists of my father's memorial service. (um... it's about 2 hours long, so you probably don't want to watch it, unless you're particularly bored or interested.) Cameos of me & baby exist at the beginning (after the creepy intro-credits melange of elevator music & THINGS THAT SIT AROUND IN MY PARENTS' LIVING ROOM... It's like someone broke into your life & started making a documentary.) and the end, as well as at around 1:04 where I say "um" a lot. (It's here)

*I have maligned my jeans; I'm still +8lbs or so of obsolete baby support system, but having gone into the box with the jeans in search of something else, I find that they fit after all. Sadly, when I went to get a new pair in black, I discovered that they're now being made with 28% polyester, which I find not only morally offensive but quite scratchy and uncomfortable. So phoo on them. We also find that Ann Taylor Loft is particularly good at unintentional nursing tops. (Though this may just be me, as my favorite one was from a thrift store.)

*Must propitiate baby before she goes back to chewing on the laptop monitor. (Ok, I did bring it down within range, but still.)

skimming off the top (brain effluvia)

*Baby continues trucking along on the 15% line for size; she still hasn't made it to 15 lbs yet. Given that at 5'6" rounding up I'm unquestionably the tallest of her female blood relatives on either side she's probably doomed to stay a smallish person. Vaccine tolerance continues to improve. Grauwulf actually asked, and we seem to be ahead on milestones. She's also rapidly approaching mobility and trying to grab and chew everything within arms reach or out of it. The particular favorite is to lean over my head when I inadvertently lift her up high enough with both hands and clamped in my hair and much chewing/drool.

*Oak tree has decided that dying in its own time would be now; we're sufficiently short on water that one starts to see hillsides worth of defoliation from the roadways. Have set up the sprinkler to be nice to the emergency back-up oak, and am contemplating if there are other things I want to plant in my proto-forest. Assuming nothing gets smashed as the oak bits come down, we have already got a red chestnut, the woeful persimmon, several volunteer sycamores, and something my mother gave me that I've forgotten the name of. Also a couple very cute little white oak seedlings which I shall be very nice to. If I'm going for a moderate forest density, then I could theoretically fit another couple things in if I particularly wanted to, though they'd probably be just as happy if I didn't.

*I stole a couple of sketchbooks that my brother had left behind in his room at home; both are clearly labeled with his name and what period of art class they were acquired for and nearly full of blank pages. Being the sort of person who collects blank pages with great acquisitiveness and never does anything with them, I have decided that the only way I can justify adopting these is if I actually use them. So far I have sketched up window box plans for outside the Megatherium's window, and filled 3-1/2 pages with interestingly squiggly lines. It's nicely meditative.

*Am assiduously avoiding this thing I said I'd do for a master naturalist thing. It ought to be easy, but it has become The Thing I avoid working on. (Though admittedly I'm about a third of the way done, even so.)

*Reading about Hillary McKay's Casson family & having to refrain from calling my child Rose (as it is not her name. Also, would not want to have to raise a Rose, I think.) Also about the intersection of age of mammals megafauna remains and classical/early historic Europe, which is awesome, but has sent my brain off on highly impractical tangents about ways to sculpt, say, a Sivatherium skull (the thing is 3' long...) to mount on the top of the oak snag once they've taken the branches down. (Hence why I was sketching window boxes, on the grounds that that might conceivably be useful and/or a project I'd ever really do.)

*Video now exists of my father's memorial service. (um... it's about 2 hours long, so you probably don't want to watch it, unless you're particularly bored or interested.) Cameos of me & baby exist at the beginning (after the creepy intro-credits melange of elevator music & THINGS THAT SIT AROUND IN MY PARENTS' LIVING ROOM... It's like someone broke into your life & started making a documentary.) and the end, as well as at around 1:04 where I say "um" a lot. (It's here)

*I have maligned my jeans; I'm still +8lbs or so of obsolete baby support system, but having gone into the box with the jeans in search of something else, I find that they fit after all. Sadly, when I went to get a new pair in black, I discovered that they're now being made with 28% polyester, which I find not only morally offensive but quite scratchy and uncomfortable. So phoo on them. We also find that Ann Taylor Loft is particularly good at unintentional nursing tops. (Though this may just be me, as my favorite one was from a thrift store.)

*Must propitiate baby before she goes back to chewing on the laptop monitor. (Ok, I did bring it down within range, but still.)

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