Last weekend, I wrote my Idol entry, which is here, and did some reading, but mostly too much sitting around. It rained all day Saturday, which was not expected. Blergh. I still need to finish the taxes!
I'm on to three new books now: The Dead In Their Vaulted Arches (a Flavia de Luce mystery), The Care And Feeding Of Exotic Pets, and Haunted. That last is a Chuck Palahniuk book, the first I've actually read. Definitely interesting, but much of it is too explicit for me—about everything. It's the reading equivalent of watching a movie with your eyes squeezed shut and your hands over your ears. There are parts where I think, "God, do people actually DO that?" But then the alternative, if they don't, is that the author is thinking that stuff up. Not much better, really.
I think I only mentioned our derp-dove on Twitter. This bird built a nest right out in the open, on top of the wooden lattice covering the air-conditioner. If the Whale cat were still around, I'm certain that bird would have found a better place—higher, more protected, something—and not have been sitting there where the rain just poured down on it. It disappeared on Saturday. The nest is still there, but I don't think there are any eggs in it. Possibly the work of another, aggressive bird (if the chance comes up, I swear I will write an Idol entry on the battleground our yard becomes in Springtime).
Our remaining cat is slightly less afraid of going outside now, but not much. I think Halfshellhusband has thrown away most of the folded-Bandaid-wrapper bow ties I made for her to play with inside, which is a shame. Those apparently were outstanding toys—the roll-around-on-your-back-and-gnaw-on-the
In other news, I have not had any untoward encounters with the insect world while biking. I know the wording is cryptic, but just thinking about it too much seems to have tempted fate in the past.
Any excitement in your world?