Three more episodes of House watched on Friday, three more suggestions of Amyloidosis. For the love of god, do they mention it in every single episode and it just took me a super-long time to notice?
On Saturday we went for a drive. Fred shopped for XBox games (but ultimately decided it would be cheaper to buy them from Amazon) and I wandered around the dollar store, then we picked up lunch and came home. We both puttered around the house for a few hours, and then he went into the living room to play a game on the XBox, and I went upstairs to visit with Maggie and read for a little while. After about 20 minutes of reading, I could barely keep my eyes open and ended up taking a two hour nap.
I was out cold for most of that two hours, and it was a GOOD nap.
Of course, Saturday night I couldn’t fall asleep to save my life, and when I was still tossing and turning at 1:30, I thought “I should just take a painkiller. THAT would knock me out!” So I did, and it did.
So let’s just say that Sunday, there was no nap in my afternoon, no matter how much I wanted it.
Before lunch, Fred loaded up the wheelbarrow with compost and potting soil and wheeled it over to the side porch, which is the perfect height to use as a potting station. I looked through our bag of peat pots and starter pots, and I did some math, and I concluded that we didn’t have enough peat pots and starter pots for the (doing math….) 80 plants I wanted to start (plus another 20 later this week – I’ve got tomato seeds on the way).
I thought and pondered, and then I remembered.
When Fred’s sister got eggs from him on Friday, she gave him egg cartons that she’d been saving. Some of them were styrofoam 18-egg containers.
I have no comment about the fact that Eggland’s Best eggs come from hens who are fed vegetarian diets despite the fact that hens are omnivores. Our hens will cut you for a worm.
And so I started my seeds in the styrofoam egg cartons despite the fact that I loathe styrofoam because our recycling center refuses to take it and thus it ends up in the landfill. Hey, at least this way it’s serving a useful purpose, right?
Fred, watering.
Fred’s got his work cut out for him next weekend – it’s time to top off my small raised beds and fill my large raised bed and put up a fence to keep the cats out of my raised beds, because I’m ready to plant my carrots, radishes, purslane, romaine, and spinach.
This is totally the best time of the year.
Finally finally FINALLY I got my LG Optimus V from Virgin Mobile! So far, I think I like it. It was nice to be able to peruse Facebook when I was waiting for Fred to come out of GameStop the other day.
One thing is that the battery doesn’t last for shit. I’ve had to recharge it every single night, and I haven’t spent THAT much time on it. Another thing is that there’s apparently no damn such thing as Snood for the android NOR is there Bookworm, and those are my two favorite games. DAMNIT. This phone was supposed to make it so I didn’t need to carry my iPod Touch everywhere with me, but if I’ve got an appointment or will be sitting in line at the bank, I need my Snood and my Bookworm to keep me occupied.
On the other hand, the SWYPE texting tool is fairly easy to use, even for me, and flipping back and forth between screens is fairly easy for me to figure out.
I’ll try to remember to report back when I’ve had the phone a bit longer and have used it for real. I did talk to my brother for about an hour on it, and could hear him perfectly fine, so that’s a plus.
::slurrrrp::
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“Lady, I find your food offerings tasty, but I’m not quite sure they’re good enough to induce me to provide little squalling poop machines for you just yet. I’ll think about it and get back to you.”
No babies yet – BUT, I can report that between Saturday and Sunday, I went from being able to feel faint movement in Maggie’s abdomen, to being able to feel very strong movement. I can also see her belly moving if I watch very closely.
Her appetite MAY have dropped off some. Fred and I were in there with her for a while yesterday afternoon, and she just let him rub her belly and never went over to the food bowl to eat. That’s a first!
So, we’ll see. I’m hoping it’s soon, but I’m not holding my breath!
Saturday, I tested out the camcorder function on my new phone. Takes a pretty good video, as it turns out.
I also took a couple of pictures with the camera and posted them on Facebook – you can see them here and here.
I’m not sure why it is, but if I go in to visit with Rufus during the day, it only takes a minute or two for him to get up and come over to me and flop against me. However, if I go in to visit with him at night, he just lays where he is – usually under the bed – and watches me. Doesn’t come to me. MIGHT allow me to pet him, but then again maybe not. I’m not sure what’s going on in that little head of his.
“I likes to keep you guessing, lady.”
I really think Miz Poo has a bit of a crush on Alice. The two of them can be found play-fighting, and I always thought Alice was the instigator, but the other morning Miz Poo kept following Alice around…
Alice flopped down for a bath, and Miz Poo flopped down next to her.
Then Miz Poo got flirty.
Then Miz Poo got grabby.
Then Miz Poo got all “I AM THE BOSS OF YOU!” and stomped off.
Later, Miz Poo was laying in the middle of the living room watching House with me (she really likes Wilson, and I can’t say as I blame her, hubba hubba) and Alice came running into the room, threw herself at Miz Poo, sat on her head, bit her on the shoulder, and then ran off while Miz Poo was still flailing around trying to figure out what happened.
I’m pretty sure the lesson here is that you don’t go messing with Alice or she’ll get you back when you least expect it.
Previously
2010: I love me some Bookworms, if that wasn’t already obvious!
2009: No entry.
2008: “I think you mean ‘oaf’,” I said.
2007: That is a monster shredder.
2006: Someone kill me now. NOW.
2005: And THEN in the car on the way to Mom and Dad’s, I was thinking “Well, THAT was rude, to tell her she was being too loud!
2004: No entry.
2003: Miz Poo has an infection.
2002: And if you unsubscribe from the notify list? A reason for the unsubscription is neither necessary, required, nor desired. Thanks so much.
2001: No entry.
2000: No entry.