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The parents are coming Saturday to help tear down the shield wall in front of our porch. 8:30am. With tools. I must find something for my mom to do.
Secondly, they both applied for work at their local WalMart. Actually they have two local WalMart's, so I'm not sure why they didn't apply at both. But, as I thought when I read it, and Nala thought when I told him "that's good... maybe we can get some plastic crack when it hits the shelves."
Below, I've added a photo of the major work to be done in the front of the house. The Western shield wall is already gone (and it helped the basement immensely.) The Eastern shield wall is to be demolished Saturday, and the maple tree, too.
Did I say how much I love my dad?
Dear Dog and Cats,
When I say to move, it means go someplace else, not switch positions with each other so there are still two of you in the way.
The dishes with the paw prints are yours and contain your food. The other dishes are mine and contain my food.. (Please note, placing a paw print in the middle of my plate of food does not stake a claim for it becoming your food dish, nor do I find that esthetically pleasing in the slightest.)
The stairway was not designed by NASCAR and is not a racetrack. Beating me to the bottom is not the object. Tripping me doesn't help because I fall faster than you can run.
I cannot buy anything bigger than a king size bed. I am very sorry about this. Do not think I will continue to sleep on the couch to ensure your comfort. Look at videos of dogs and cats sleeping, they can actually curl up in a ball. It is not necessary to sleep perpendicular to each other stretched out to the fullest extent possible. (I also know that sticking tails straight out and having tongues hanging out the other end to maximize space used is nothing but sarcasm.)
My compact discs are not miniature Frisbees.
For the last time, there is not a secret exit from the bathroom. If by some miracle I beat you there and manage to get the door shut, it is not necessary to claw, whine meow, try to turn the knob, or get your paw under the edge and try to pull the door open. I must exit through the same door I entered. (In addition, I have been using the bathroom for years...canine or feline attendance is not mandatory.)
The proper order is kiss me, then go smell the other dogs or cats' butt (or eat some foul thing in the garden). I cannot stress this enough. It would be such a simple change for you.
so... my august vacation is cancelled. i was misinformed as to which date the reunion fell on, and the actual date is a week earlier while coworkers are out, so i'm stuck here.
my grandmother is making new and crazy stories about her health, while deciding to quit taking her meds. fun.
and so, if the wedding happens in Sept, I'll just take a full week off and visit.
So... I wake up this morning and in my email Inbox is a note from my grandmother's cousin once removed, telling me she has photocopies of information about parts of my family, and would be willing to send them along, but she needed my address.
In the second part of the email, she also requested my grandmother's snail mail address, because her aunt, Zelda, misses Gram and wants to write her a letter. Zelda is 93, and so is less than two years younger than Gram.
My aunt was always glad when [your grandmother] came to reunion as [she] was the oldest member and not Zelda. She is my father's much younger sister and has out lived all her brothers and sisters. ... She still lives alone and is very active, uses a cane when she is away from [home].
Zelda. Who knew it was a family name? Why does it make me think of Roz from Monsters, Inc. ? Ah, but it was Zelda Rose and her singing owl where I first heard the name...
i just came back from my first retinal scan. or my first 50 retinal scans, depending on how you look at it.
because my choroidal nevus is toward the perimeter of what can be seen inside the eye, and the fact it is nearly flat, the likelihood of it becoming malignant is low. but, it must be watched.
it was a bitch to get a photo of, and as i told Nala, it was freaky to see. a pool of black on the edge of a veiny sea. and it was elusive like the fucking loch ness monster, but on a smaller scale. it's just so close to the edge!
so, tomorrow i'm going to ask for a copy of it. just so i can post it here for all to see.
So, the show was awesome. Big thanks go to Sooz and Mike the Sound Guy for Magnetic Fields for getting me the tickets. Unfortunately, we got there too late to say hello, and by the end of the concert (yes, not really "show"), fans were mobbing ready to pounce on Stephin and the gang. Plus, I was falling asleep driving my friend Vijay home. (Thanks for going along, Vijay! Glad at least one friend of mine knew who they were!)
I have this to say about Magnetic Fields: 1) They were wonderful. Low key. Stephin has an amazingly calming-yet-cutting voice that I can only liken to one man: Johnny Cash. Not that he could sing Johnny's songs, or vice versa, but his voice can simultaneously soothe and kill. If on stage there had been only a banjo or guitar, a mandolin, and a piano, you might think "folk", but it's been transcended by adding a cello and that amazing voice. 2) It's an odd thing to go see a quiet, unassuming alterna-band in a venue that large and open. It wasn't quite a string quartet, or an orchestra, and so it seemed out of place in a venue made for exactly that with a big pipe organ in the background.
They're in Detroit tonight. If D was closer, I would consider going. It's a different set list, as it apparently will also be in Toronto.
Go see them, especially if it's in another small (< 500) venue.