( random interesting Metropolis )

And now, a word from the kittenses. Yay!

( les lettres des chats )

Meanwhile, out in the larger world...

Poem du jour = Easter Morning. Class warfare, Christ, and potatoes. Bien interessant.

On the local history front, Eyewitness: 1858. My goodness, nothing new under the sun, is there? Fascinating, if a bit lurid-handwringing...there's historical fiction in here, somewhere, for somebody inclined to it...

Today's project = le chambre de lit. There's quite a bit must go from here to there, and it will bring me great peace to do it. Ergo, am off to brew more coffee and get back to work. Don't worry - have planned a fun reward for tonight, too.

Thank you, dears, for listening, and for loving me. It helps.

That is energetically all.

Current Mood: busy
Current Music: "To stand within the pleasure dome, decreed by Kubla Khan..."

Yesterday I called the boy and said, "Come and get me!  I'm done with work and I have dinner!"

He replied, "OK, I think there's something in our wall.  I can hear it scratching."

So we came home and stood in the back room, listening to the scratching.  At first, we were pretty convinced it was a squirrel.  We had an elaborate barrier of laundry baskets and a bucket with a lid.  The boy's plan was to throw a blanket over it somehow, and get it into the bucket with the lid.  Oh yeah, that sounds brilliant, huh?

 Then he lifted the edge of the plumbing panel and saw a beak.  Woohoo, it's a bird!  So much easier.  I slid the window screen open and he yanked the plumbing panel out, and this starling shot straight across the room and out the window like he knew where he was going.

Jesus, I know there are nests up in the vents at the top of the building, but we've never had a bird fall into one before.   I emailed the apartment complex manager... I hope she doesn't  get sick of me.  It's not my fault!  Heh heh.

Tags: e/n, nature
Current Location: study hole
Current Mood: heroic
Current Music: some POS car with a bad belt

Happy Birthday!

Current Mood: happy

Gitta is sick today -- some kind of yucky stomach thing.

So, when I should have been out with her I was grocery shopping at a time when what seemed like all the dregs of society had the same idea. Fun, fun, fun.

I spoke to Gitta on the phone and she is going to drink herbal tea and relax.

I'll probably do some reading, eat junk food and watch DVDs.

I'm depressed.....

Current Mood: lonely

19:28 note to self - "i guess youre just what i needed...."

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Tags: twitter

a beekeeper came to collect our bees this afternoon. alas i didn't manage any action shots, as he was mostly done by the time i heard he was here. still, these are pretty neat.

Tags: library
Current Mood: whee, bees!

 books on cd that:

- do not have clearly numbered cds. is this set complete? i don't know!
- have cds of different colors. i always think that two or three books were mixed up.

and worst of all:

- a book of poorly numbered cds that are all different colors! argh!

Tags: do not approve, library
Current Mood: cold
Current Music: clerk chomping chips

library blog, you know the deal.

Tags: library
Current Mood: frickin' freezing
Current Music: streaming radioness

( random happy Metropolis )

Under the heading of "Friday fun," stumbled across Fanboy Supercuts, and zomfg, is this ever not work safe. It's riddikalus video montages of things. See below for sample:

( every F-bomb in The Big Lebowski )

Want to watch the Glengarry Glen Ross one, but am afraid it will slay me. "Always be closing" was one of the more amusing stock phrases in your heroine's tenure in corporate Ammurika. Hee...

*fuzzles with delicious delight*

Poem = Homeplace, Jo McDougall.

Encouraging news from California. Look, people: marriage is hard. It just is. And love, even genuine, sincere love, with the best of intentions, is often not enough to navigate it. Trust me on this one. So, please, gubmint: just step the fuck off and let people do what they feel they must. Because you will never be able to legislate love's path. Just let it go. Please. For all of our sakes.

*soapbox stepdown*

It's so wonderful to dance with you, my dears. Just thought would mention it.

And now, to work. Or, play, rather.

That is happily all.

Current Mood: happy
Current Music: "That's what you get when you go chasing after angels."