Umbrella up, and on we go.
May. 13th, 2019 10:17 amHector goes to the vet tomorrow--the first day they could fit him in--for chest X-rays and his first round of heart meds. Once I know the med names, I can check on Chewy (thanks for the tip,
neonhummingbird!) and see if I can get them cheaper there. Between meds and the fancy health cat food they eat, that might make Chewy a worthwhile monthly investment.
I will literally fly to Georgia and protect my sister-in-law with my life if any fucking white male politician says one fucking word about the miscarriages she dealt with before having Abs. How dare they.
Vacation locked into the calendar for late June and early July. We will drive leisurely down to TN, stopping halfway to stay at a B&B and thus splitting the trip into two 5-hour drives rather than one 10-hour slog. I will have my birthday with my family. I will splash in the lake with Z and Abs. I will bake, and Yeats will cook. Yeats will gently coerce my dad into watching baseball games rather than golf. We will go to the Giant Used Bookstore. It will be a good vacation.
We gardened on Saturday--mowed the lawn, trimmed the hedges, did some serious weeding, pruned the Triffid Rosebush back with extreme prejudice, and planted two tomato plants and several herbs. The mint is in a pot on the back deck so it can't take over the world, but hopefully all this rain will be good to the basil, parsley, thyme, oregano, and chives in their little beds. Live, tiny herbs! Live and provide delicious flavorings for our summer meals! I am already thinking about fresh pesto, fresh parsley garnishes, and BLTs with homemade mayo and homegrown tomatoes.
Yeats got no sleep last night for unknown reasons, and is at home with exhaustion and a tired headache. I didn't get a lot of sleep because I was so angry at "Game of Thrones", but more than he did. Just need to plow through this grey and chilly Monday, and there will be kitty snuggles and husband snuggles and brie-stuffed chicken for dinner.
Reading Log: One Speck of Truth by Caela Carter; A Prince on Paper by Alyssa Cole; Wicked Saints by Emily Duncan; Kingdom of Ash by Sarah Maas; I'll Be Gone in the Dark by Michelle McNamara; The Anubis Gates by Tim Powers
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I will literally fly to Georgia and protect my sister-in-law with my life if any fucking white male politician says one fucking word about the miscarriages she dealt with before having Abs. How dare they.
Vacation locked into the calendar for late June and early July. We will drive leisurely down to TN, stopping halfway to stay at a B&B and thus splitting the trip into two 5-hour drives rather than one 10-hour slog. I will have my birthday with my family. I will splash in the lake with Z and Abs. I will bake, and Yeats will cook. Yeats will gently coerce my dad into watching baseball games rather than golf. We will go to the Giant Used Bookstore. It will be a good vacation.
We gardened on Saturday--mowed the lawn, trimmed the hedges, did some serious weeding, pruned the Triffid Rosebush back with extreme prejudice, and planted two tomato plants and several herbs. The mint is in a pot on the back deck so it can't take over the world, but hopefully all this rain will be good to the basil, parsley, thyme, oregano, and chives in their little beds. Live, tiny herbs! Live and provide delicious flavorings for our summer meals! I am already thinking about fresh pesto, fresh parsley garnishes, and BLTs with homemade mayo and homegrown tomatoes.
Yeats got no sleep last night for unknown reasons, and is at home with exhaustion and a tired headache. I didn't get a lot of sleep because I was so angry at "Game of Thrones", but more than he did. Just need to plow through this grey and chilly Monday, and there will be kitty snuggles and husband snuggles and brie-stuffed chicken for dinner.
Reading Log: One Speck of Truth by Caela Carter; A Prince on Paper by Alyssa Cole; Wicked Saints by Emily Duncan; Kingdom of Ash by Sarah Maas; I'll Be Gone in the Dark by Michelle McNamara; The Anubis Gates by Tim Powers