Been a while since the last post - mostly because the stuff I had to write is only interesting if you want to hear me whine. Which I'm sure no one does.

Had a good long weekend, though - helped Mattsiah pack a bit on Friday and move on Saturday... partially because he needed the help, and partially because hell would freeze over if a year went by where I didn't borrow my mother's minivan to help someone move over Memorial Day. I just wouldn't want to imact mention multi-planar ecocolgy that way. 

I'm a good little tree-hugger, I am.

(Does hell have trees?) 

True to form, I wound up separated from the caravan and wandering Minneapolis for two hours because I wasn't bright enough to ask for directions before we departed.

I would like to note that I did not wind up in Burnsville. So there, BJ.

I did see a few neat sculptures made of enormous boulders at the edge of some random park that I'm sure I will never find again. A pity, as I'd like to show them to Xy.

Sunday I sat on my porch and read a book in the absolutely perfect weather, with a flawlessly periwinkle sky above me. Distressed the hell out of my cats, who couldn't fathom why I'd want to go on the other side of the screen and just sit there, where they couldn't crawl all over me.

Good thing I didn't sneeze. Poor Scathach probably would've had a corinary. It's bad enough when I do it in the shower and he can't get to me to be sure I haven't exploded.

Spent part of Monday transcribing a story from someone with whom I used to hang about. It came to my attention that the ragged old dot-matrix printout is probably the only copy in existance, and I really don't like the thought of a fellow bard being without one of her stories.

Yesterday was quiet - everyone still on vacation, I think, which is fine by me. And tonight I gGot to hang out for dinner and chat with Auntie Tassels. Rock on.

Why is it such a foreign concept that a girl might want a simple pair of cotton panties, in your basic white and your basic black (and preferably not in that microfiber crap that rides like hell), without paying six bucks a pair to cover her ass?

And why is it that if you get one of those multi-packs, the manufacturer insists on having at least half of the pairs in some obnoxious color and pattern of the sort that department stores keep telling us is hip for dorm rooms? My prospects for for getting invited to a dorm room for hot lesbian sex are pretty poor at the moment… but if I wound up with a girl who (gods forbid) actually decorated with that crap, I don’t think it’s going to be a huge turn on for my pussy to match the pillows!

I’m just sayin’.

 ... is when you've just finished a wall, and it hasn't dried yet. You stand there, looking at it in horror, thinking "by the gods, WHAT HAVE I DONE????"

You check the spot on the top of the paint can eighty times. No, really, that spot looks like the paint chip, and you saw her take the paint for the spot out of the paint can, so....

My kitchen is this hideous shade of 70's pumpkin right now. I can see the bits that are mostly dry fading into the proper shade of gingersnap. But holy cats, it's enough to make you wonder.

It does look like I'm going to have to do a couple coats. I hadn't thought it would be necessary for anything except the dark green leaves that had been splotched on, but that turquoise threading in the (what I assume was supposed to be) terra cotta is REALLY showing through.

Grr. The ugliness. Just. Won't Die.

But I shall triumph! By the day's end, there will be one more room of my house that does not offend mine eyes!

Two years ago this weekend, my partner and I moved into our house. I decided to mark this momentous occasion by exploring the nearby trails, like I've been telling myself I would since we got the place.

Weather was a little warmer than I might have liked (got up to 82!) - but a nice breeze kicked up on occasion, which helped. I made the acquaintance of a few nice trees, another child-sized playground (more like an elaborate public swingset), and a turtle.

I'm sure many people will be surprised that I didn't meet a frog instead. I blame it on the fact that I wasn't at the office.

I don't know much about the maturation of turtles, but this one couldn't have been larger than a quarter. I found it partway across the bike path, looking baked. I picked him up, figuring that if he wasn't alive, at least I could spare him the indignity of having his corpse run over by a skateboard.

He wiggled feebly.

Yay! Not-dead turtle!

I navigated down to the nearby pond (not the direction he'd been facing - but he'd never find water going that way) and put him in amongst some vegetation. Within a minute or so he'd started wiggling more enthusiastically, occasionally putting his head under the water and blowing little bubbles.

So. I still don't know why the turtle tried to cross the road - but apparently he was just as happy on the first side.

A nice weekend... spent the entire thing at home. Rock on.

Stopped on the way home from work at Home Depot and picked up another curtain rod extender - entirely because I needed the extra bracket and I can't find anywhere that sells just that particular sort of bracket. (Curtain rod extenders come with one. Curtain rods come with two. I needed four total.... so I've been short one for about a year.)

Also took a run out to Best Buy to spend a couple gift cards on Season 5 of Angel (I'd heard Spike was a ghost in S5 and the idea amused the hell out of me). Picked up the new Loreena McKennitt while I was at it.... damn, it has been FAR too long since she released anything. I'm saving it for driving music, as I don't want my associations with it to be work-related.

Discovered an Indian grocery nearby, which is beyond awesome. (Xy, if you're reading this, they have the yum-round-things in CANS. No kitchen adventures required. I bought one, though I haven't tried it yet. There were many other things that smelled awesome, as well - and a few things I seem to remember you lamenting were impossible to find. I must drag you there next time you're over.)

Came back and spent the night in front of the movie box cuddling two kittens who were very traumatized by my late return. Spike as a ghost really WAS as funny as I suspected.

Saturday consisted of a little cleaning, a little writing, and a lot of hanging out with Mattsiah. Good conversation, good times, and I once again proved that my brother got all the video game genes. For though I enjoy them, I do sucketh like unto mine Hoover.

Crashed out somewhere around two in the morning. Woke earlier than I expected on Sunday, did the breakfast-cooking thing (which I have always enjoyed - perverse for someone who detests mornings as much as I do), and spent most of the day passed out in an attempt to sleep off a neck crick that had somehow morphed into the sort of headache one acquires from being hit in the base of the skull with a troll's warhammer. Repeatedly.

Damn thing never did quite go away - but at least I got lots of sleep in. Have to figure out what I did to cause that and stop doing it.