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thanate*We moved the crib into the Megatherium's very own room on Sunday (and lowered it so she won't be able to get out on her own until she's got both standing up and climbing covered) which is working just fine so far. She has also got her very own ceiling fan, with rocket ships on. This is very exciting. Well, except for the evening of waking up and sort-of-fussing until I got up & staggered into sight at which point she went right back to sleep.
*Current failure mode seems to be that I'm fine, up until something weird and minor happens, and then I'm completely unable to cope.
*Yesterday's something that happened involved our mortgage holder being run by mad computer overlords who recently deployed a new system which appears to search the internet for ways to "helpfully" update your account info to an address and phone number that is 15 years out of date. Best guess is that they also broke the account password, which would be why we discovered this. Still waiting on the appraisal, but I'm starting to think it'll be worth refinancing even if it comes out too low for the rate we want, just to switch to a saner bank. Ugh. (ETA: appraisal=SUCCESS!!! Yay!)
*I remember hearing people make in-passing comments about not wanting to join the SFWA due to [sketchiness of some sort] years ago-- does anybody know if this was a precursor to the current nonsense, or something else? I need another pro-rate sale before this is particularly relevant to my life, but I'm curious how many kinds of worms this can contains.
*My mother is now sending me garden porn: Insect "hotels", from which I wandered off and now regret our high water table and the fact that there's no good place on the property for one of these. I want the one with the music studio, only with more plants. Also maybe a house built into a hill (but with dormer windows for cross breezes) or maybe just a building like the gorgeous stone church on the way to the library. Oh well.
*As of last weekend, I own more firearms than grauwulf. (This is not hard: half my grandfather's antique pistol collection (3 guns), plus a black powder pistol reproduction that my mother didn't want to keep in the house.) None of them take ammo that's been manufactured within my lifetime, so MD doesn't appear to care that I have them, though grauwulf looked them up and their credentials are somewhat impressive. Also two of the three antiques aren't functional. I'm ok with this; they're going on the wall somewhere, as people (sadly) tend to get upset if one uses such things as costume pieces.
*This baby makes the most ridiculous noises. Hee. She's also learned to corkscrew by rolling from her back to side to back again. There will be no more leaving her unattended on the couch.
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*Current failure mode seems to be that I'm fine, up until something weird and minor happens, and then I'm completely unable to cope.
*Yesterday's something that happened involved our mortgage holder being run by mad computer overlords who recently deployed a new system which appears to search the internet for ways to "helpfully" update your account info to an address and phone number that is 15 years out of date. Best guess is that they also broke the account password, which would be why we discovered this. Still waiting on the appraisal, but I'm starting to think it'll be worth refinancing even if it comes out too low for the rate we want, just to switch to a saner bank. Ugh. (ETA: appraisal=SUCCESS!!! Yay!)
*I remember hearing people make in-passing comments about not wanting to join the SFWA due to [sketchiness of some sort] years ago-- does anybody know if this was a precursor to the current nonsense, or something else? I need another pro-rate sale before this is particularly relevant to my life, but I'm curious how many kinds of worms this can contains.
*My mother is now sending me garden porn: Insect "hotels", from which I wandered off and now regret our high water table and the fact that there's no good place on the property for one of these. I want the one with the music studio, only with more plants. Also maybe a house built into a hill (but with dormer windows for cross breezes) or maybe just a building like the gorgeous stone church on the way to the library. Oh well.
*As of last weekend, I own more firearms than grauwulf. (This is not hard: half my grandfather's antique pistol collection (3 guns), plus a black powder pistol reproduction that my mother didn't want to keep in the house.) None of them take ammo that's been manufactured within my lifetime, so MD doesn't appear to care that I have them, though grauwulf looked them up and their credentials are somewhat impressive. Also two of the three antiques aren't functional. I'm ok with this; they're going on the wall somewhere, as people (sadly) tend to get upset if one uses such things as costume pieces.
*This baby makes the most ridiculous noises. Hee. She's also learned to corkscrew by rolling from her back to side to back again. There will be no more leaving her unattended on the couch.
Xposty from dreamwidth.