cats
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adventures in sustainability
Doesn’t that sound BORING? Or oxymoronic? Eh, maybe. Kind of like me — boring and oxymorinic most days of the week. Yesterday was a recovery day, when I did nothing much but read, lie down, eat, read, knit, lie down, rest, nap, eat, and check my email. I needed it. It was good for the body and soul. Today Mr. Husband is busily preparing for his Jimmy Buffett concert — the one I was also going to until 2 days ago when my sciatica screamed at me. Now, the thought of standing on the lawn for 3-4 hours does not sound like fun. So I’m staying home with the chickadees.…
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10-02=08
A mathematical date today. A pity I missed 080808, but O-well. Juggling balls and spinning plates. Tried to have a sick headache last night but was interrupted by life, kids, hunger and a cross-Island junket to pick up a teen and save her from a dark bus ride. But at least I had a chance to catch up with Mom on the phone. Continuing my quest to be further-Compacty, I found my two fountain pens and got some artist’s ink. I was able to refill both cartridges, one with green ink and one with purple ink, and will be using these at work instead of my colored ballpoint pens. At…
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wind and its effects
Very windy out here, and so cold. How could it have been so sunny and warm over the weekend and then so chilly for a few days? Hard to keep up. Wear shorts? Wear parkas? Wear both and hope it evens out? One never knows. The gardeners are watering the lawns outside, because that is what they do on a Tuesday in spring through fall. But the wind is howling. So how much lawn is getting watered? Not much. But at least the cars and houses and streets are getting washed…! Pour some more water down the drains, friends…This seems to me a classic example of bad management — because…
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back atcha
My kitten Ophelia (O-fie or Fifi, dending on the moment) is snoozing and drooling on my lap. She’s a luv bug. There’s nothing in the world like a snuggle-kitten. Prrrr. (Sorry about that. It’s gushy but it’s true. She missed me. That’s what the drool means.) After a full day in the garden (ow, sunburned and sore), I am getting ready for the new week. No school all week so the kids are at home, rotating babysitting the Boy every day. We just ate a fine fabulous Easter dinner with ham and all the trimmings, including Husband’s Spanish grandmother’s arroz con pollo with lots of saffron. Delicious. Cousin Colin joined…
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Eulogy for Elvis
Just to let you know that Elvis the cat went to his rest Monday afternoon, after a long day where it was made clear that he needed to go. Elvis was a very good cat and will be missed by all the Tracey-Rodrigues-Romero clan. Thanks for all your warm wishes. The Boy and I will be planting a memorial rosebush or tree on the urban homestead this weekend.
