The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors (halfshellvenus) wrote,
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors
halfshellvenus

I thought I'd be posting this yesterday...

It's Thursday, right? It's been such a long week that it feels like it should be Friday, but no...

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-them kind. My Bandaid needs have fallen off again, so I won't have the materials to make her new toys. Who can predict what cats will play with? (Clearly not most of the people who make cat toys). All of our cats have liked breadbag-twisties, and most also string. Tigger could not resist pencils, but none of the other cats much cared. We could not dissuade the Whale from playing floor-hockey in the kitchen with the bunny's pooplets (or nag our daughter into doing a better job of sweeping them up, though the Whale could find the 'hidden' ones easier than we could).

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?

Tags: derp, my_cats, random
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