Monthly Archives: March 2009

One of my snails is not doing well. At least, he hasn’t moved–it’s hard to tell with snails. I took like three hours to acclimate them to the salinity, and the other two are as happy as other proverbial mollusks, so I’m hoping it’s not anything I did wrong. ( I had no idea that snails were so […]

A male and female bluebird just scoped out the bluebird house! They may or may not ultimately use it, but at least they know it’s there. The male is sitting on the edge of the rain gutter as I speak, looking too color-saturated for words. This is the first time I’ve seen bluebirds in the yard–they […]

I will be at Stellarcon this weekend, out in High Point. If you’re in the area, come on out and say hi! I am in frantic con-prep mode, which means that of course I was seized with a psychotic desire to clean the house. (I shouldn’t have read that article on hoarding. Every time I read an article […]

Today was a long day. There was ferrying around of feral cats to vets, lugging of dirt, digging of weeds, and then I went and provided moral support while Kevin got his latest tattoo (on the shin, a reasonably excruciating place.) In a fit of madness, I said that if I ever manage to make a […]

Just got back from a cat-trapping trip with Kevin–he’s part of a local cat rescue that feeds and traps ferals, fixes them, and either finds homes (if possible) or releases them. It’s mostly the latter these days–as usual, the supply of cats vastly outstrips demand. Since he was trapping in an area that involved fence hopping, […]

I is sore. It’s not a bad sore, for the most part. I earned it, and I deserve it. My wrist was aching earlier, rather unexpectedly–I haven’t had carpal tunnel twinges since my divorce* but ibuprofen took care of that, and now it’s just my back and shoulders and pectorals and rear that are doing the accusing […]

I had a strange dream last night where Ben was sick and I managed to save him. With the nonsensical logic of dreams, this involved digging through an old cash register drawer, in the back of a van, for tiny little blue granules, and then finding him laying in a burning brazier (with Angus, of course) […]

OH MY GOD, THE ANEMONES MOVE! I mean, I suppose I realized that anemones are mobile, but I didn’t really BELIEVE it. But today one of the Pest Bobs was suddenly about two inches from where it was yesterday. The bloody thing pulled up roots and WALKED to a better spot! It is difficult to explain why this was shocking. I think it’s […]