*I live.
*It is hot.
*There are more plants, and the sundrops (which put out two stalks with three or four flowers each last year) are now legion & blooming their little heads off. Other things are thinking about doing the same, and even the poor little chokeberry twig that got its head bitten off by the rabbit is showing faint signs of life. Plants overall would be a success except for the number of cute little baby poison ivies coming up in the lawn, and the knotweed that refuses to die.
*Storm front coming through, so it's getting nicer out. (mmm, thunder! Yay for laptops.)
*
grauwulf finally got the jet-engine-sounding wheel bearing fixed, so his car is quiet & notably less likely to fall apart on the road.
*I have migrated into that midsummer phase where sleep is a strange and intermittent country, and I feel tired half the time. I woke up in a mild panic the other day thinking I'd overslept and was going to be late to go in to the aquarium, and then discovered that actually, it's just fully light out at quarter to six in the morning. Much as I can do without the 90 degree May weather, there are reasons to appreciate not living in, say, Scotland.
*Almost done with the craft swap I've been making faces over, and the things I didn't want to get around to have mostly come out quite well. However, I have only just remembered where I put all my craft glues.
*I have now officially planted marsh grasses (and assisted a bunch of school kids to do more of the same.) There will be another day of it next week, and quite a few the week after. It's also lovely in that we're doing a river shoreline about a ten minute drive from here, which makes for a nice commute.
*After dithering for almost a month over my knitty order, I have now got elegant laceweight yarn and a ball winder. And... a couple other things...
*One of the other people who had The King of Attolia checked out from the library finally returned it, so I can read that and then the sequel, which has been taunting me for weeks. I would not go so far as some of the fanatical types I've heard, but I am favorably impressed by Megan Whalen Turner's subtlety. Well written.
*Also just finished Molly Gloss's Wild Life which is not the sort of thing I usually read, but began interesting and ended compelling & beautiful. Mostly journaling, with added other passages, set 1905 with pacific NW woods (and logging operations), early feminism & female authorship, and strange mythologies. Wished I had a photocopier to keep the last four pages.
*Aquarium day has switched to Fridays for a while, as the assistant plant person moved to Detroit & thus someone who knows plants is needed to do the watering & things in the mornings my supervisor is out.
*Have been sorting through boxes packed up some time ago, and discovering that I'm now willing to part with more of my sad old stuffed animals and childhood dolls. Possibly I will make
grauwulf drop them off at the thrift store, though, or give them to the next people who offer to do a donation pick-up, since I'm still kind of having trouble with the removing from the house part.
*Now, I am going to go read.
*It is hot.
*There are more plants, and the sundrops (which put out two stalks with three or four flowers each last year) are now legion & blooming their little heads off. Other things are thinking about doing the same, and even the poor little chokeberry twig that got its head bitten off by the rabbit is showing faint signs of life. Plants overall would be a success except for the number of cute little baby poison ivies coming up in the lawn, and the knotweed that refuses to die.
*Storm front coming through, so it's getting nicer out. (mmm, thunder! Yay for laptops.)
*
*I have migrated into that midsummer phase where sleep is a strange and intermittent country, and I feel tired half the time. I woke up in a mild panic the other day thinking I'd overslept and was going to be late to go in to the aquarium, and then discovered that actually, it's just fully light out at quarter to six in the morning. Much as I can do without the 90 degree May weather, there are reasons to appreciate not living in, say, Scotland.
*Almost done with the craft swap I've been making faces over, and the things I didn't want to get around to have mostly come out quite well. However, I have only just remembered where I put all my craft glues.
*I have now officially planted marsh grasses (and assisted a bunch of school kids to do more of the same.) There will be another day of it next week, and quite a few the week after. It's also lovely in that we're doing a river shoreline about a ten minute drive from here, which makes for a nice commute.
*After dithering for almost a month over my knitty order, I have now got elegant laceweight yarn and a ball winder. And... a couple other things...
*One of the other people who had The King of Attolia checked out from the library finally returned it, so I can read that and then the sequel, which has been taunting me for weeks. I would not go so far as some of the fanatical types I've heard, but I am favorably impressed by Megan Whalen Turner's subtlety. Well written.
*Also just finished Molly Gloss's Wild Life which is not the sort of thing I usually read, but began interesting and ended compelling & beautiful. Mostly journaling, with added other passages, set 1905 with pacific NW woods (and logging operations), early feminism & female authorship, and strange mythologies. Wished I had a photocopier to keep the last four pages.
*Aquarium day has switched to Fridays for a while, as the assistant plant person moved to Detroit & thus someone who knows plants is needed to do the watering & things in the mornings my supervisor is out.
*Have been sorting through boxes packed up some time ago, and discovering that I'm now willing to part with more of my sad old stuffed animals and childhood dolls. Possibly I will make
*Now, I am going to go read.