apparently I complain a lot.

*The roof got fixed the Monday before last, which was almost immediately followed by three days of ALL THE RAIN. We had a bit of road wash out down the street and the liquor store at the bottom of the hill had three feet of standing water, and then there was that block of 26th St (I think) in Baltimore which flounced out of its retaining wall and sprawled down across the freight train tracks. But my bed stayed dry. Next week someone comes to tear apart the ceiling and fix that bit, which may be less the thing, but has to be done. The Megatherium will probably be highly entertained.

*We are going to 4th Street Fantasy, for which I bought tickets a month ago, and not to my MIL's 4th wedding, of which she informed us last week. (That would be two events occurring on the same day.) We are even mostly done with this round of the resultant angsty "ARGH, THINGS!" and have moved on to my trying to figure out what I should make as a wedding gift. Probably I will start by checking out the local fabric stores in search of motorcycle prints to see if they lend themselves to either quilts or fleece & crochet afghans. Probably I will not draft up a cross-stitch pattern for sheep riding motorcycles to embroider on sheets, because while grauwulf and I would find it hilarious, the joke probably wouldn't share well.

*The zoo has morphed into a mad summertime monster, but fortunately the Megatherium still enjoys kid-heavy crowds. I trust the joyous screaming from this evening is not something she picked up from the hordes of screaming children and is going to make a habit of, however.

*We have a Cope's Gray Treefrog living by the pond, recorded it singing, and given it the exciting opportunity to sing duets to itself. Also a probably-Eastern American Toad, and a large black rat snake that was (I think) deterred from eating the baby cardinals in the azalea by a sudden downpour. And today there were fledgling Carolina wrens on the giant woodpile. Oh, and we actually saw a woodchuck in the back yard (and scared it under the shed) instead of just rabbits and nibbled plants. Wildlife!

*I made exciting garden things in clay class (and vast quantities of buttons, and teacup charms), only now I can't find my heavy duty twine to hang them up with. Also apparently registering for the next installment of clay class involves calling someone on the phone, because the instructress forgot to put it into the system in time. I am even less inspired to call people on the phone now than I was before having a small child around. But clay class is nice in that it involves leaving the house to do physically creative stuff in a non-baby space, which is good to have a little of. But the prospective classmates are less restful. (I mean, they're enthusiastic. In that way where they want to keep admiring what I'm working on instead of just leaving me alone to work on it.) I'm torn.

*Child is up to three sort-of words-- we've got a pretty clear "Ma!" or "Mama!" which even once got all the way to "Ma-mee" which is almost "Mommy." There's an incipient "daddy" (again not really there on the end, but recognizable) and "up" which is more "ub" or "ab" and can also mean "out" (as in outside).

*Am working on a thing based off of The Sing-Song of Old Man Kangaroo, only with American Cheetah. I find that writing things that put together pieces rather than creating whole is something where I can co-opt my poetry writing process and scribble bits in a notebook and even take it with me for the times when I'm letting the Megatherium nap in her car seat on the way somewhere & wake up in her own time. Possibly some day something will even make it out of the notebook. We shall see.

apparently I complain a lot.

*The roof got fixed the Monday before last, which was almost immediately followed by three days of ALL THE RAIN. We had a bit of road wash out down the street and the liquor store at the bottom of the hill had three feet of standing water, and then there was that block of 26th St (I think) in Baltimore which flounced out of its retaining wall and sprawled down across the freight train tracks. But my bed stayed dry. Next week someone comes to tear apart the ceiling and fix that bit, which may be less the thing, but has to be done. The Megatherium will probably be highly entertained.

*We are going to 4th Street Fantasy, for which I bought tickets a month ago, and not to my MIL's 4th wedding, of which she informed us last week. (That would be two events occurring on the same day.) We are even mostly done with this round of the resultant angsty "ARGH, THINGS!" and have moved on to my trying to figure out what I should make as a wedding gift. Probably I will start by checking out the local fabric stores in search of motorcycle prints to see if they lend themselves to either quilts or fleece & crochet afghans. Probably I will not draft up a cross-stitch pattern for sheep riding motorcycles to embroider on sheets, because while grauwulf and I would find it hilarious, the joke probably wouldn't share well.

*The zoo has morphed into a mad summertime monster, but fortunately the Megatherium still enjoys kid-heavy crowds. I trust the joyous screaming from this evening is not something she picked up from the hordes of screaming children and is going to make a habit of, however.

*We have a Cope's Gray Treefrog living by the pond, recorded it singing, and given it the exciting opportunity to sing duets to itself. Also a probably-Eastern American Toad, and a large black rat snake that was (I think) deterred from eating the baby cardinals in the azalea by a sudden downpour. And today there were fledgling Carolina wrens on the giant woodpile. Oh, and we actually saw a woodchuck in the back yard (and scared it under the shed) instead of just rabbits and nibbled plants. Wildlife!

*I made exciting garden things in clay class (and vast quantities of buttons, and teacup charms), only now I can't find my heavy duty twine to hang them up with. Also apparently registering for the next installment of clay class involves calling someone on the phone, because the instructress forgot to put it into the system in time. I am even less inspired to call people on the phone now than I was before having a small child around. But clay class is nice in that it involves leaving the house to do physically creative stuff in a non-baby space, which is good to have a little of. But the prospective classmates are less restful. (I mean, they're enthusiastic. In that way where they want to keep admiring what I'm working on instead of just leaving me alone to work on it.) I'm torn.

*Child is up to three sort-of words-- we've got a pretty clear "Ma!" or "Mama!" which even once got all the way to "Ma-mee" which is almost "Mommy." There's an incipient "daddy" (again not really there on the end, but recognizable) and "up" which is more "ub" or "ab" and can also mean "out" (as in outside).

*Am working on a thing based off of The Sing-Song of Old Man Kangaroo, only with American Cheetah. I find that writing things that put together pieces rather than creating whole is something where I can co-opt my poetry writing process and scribble bits in a notebook and even take it with me for the times when I'm letting the Megatherium nap in her car seat on the way somewhere & wake up in her own time. Possibly some day something will even make it out of the notebook. We shall see.

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