You're in Good Hands

I want to thank all of you for your kind comments about Buster. It really means a lot to me. He fell over on our little walk tonight, so I am sure we're doing him a favor.

I do have other animals and thought I'd share a few shots of them.

This is Reese's Pieces, guarding the garden.




Millie in her favorite position.



Fiona, just before her hare cut.




The obligatory sunflower picture. Not an animal. Oops.



Miss Biddy gives me that dramatic look.



Here is another dramatic reaction.

Expiration date August 5, 2009

A couple of things going on. The good news, is that one of the two large hens laid an egg today. Yay!

I placed an old sewing machine cabinet drawer, lined with hay, in the mezzanine of the chicken tractor and the hens have been laying all of their eggs there. The banty hens gave us another 8 eggs this past week, but there was a larger egg in the box today. I figure that is about right, as I think I bought those girls a few weeks after I got the bantys.

The roosters are getting it on with the hens, but the hens are too young yet to brood. They may never sit on their eggs, but if they want to, I will let them.




The bad news is about 15 year old Buster dog. He has good days and bad days, but he has had a bad week. Wizzing in the house is one thing, and I can tolerate the mopping up, but losing control of his bowels on the couch one night and on the bed with us the next night is quite another thing altogether. He seemed so totally out of it.

So, I called the vet this morning and made the death appointment for Wednesday afternoon. But wouldn't you know it that today, he had a good day. Almost actually running, and doing all his business outside. Damn. Sweetie and I are in such turmoil. We let Bonnie live too long, as she was a mere shell at the end. She wavered between her bad days and the more terrible days, and I swore that I would never let Buster live his last hours like that. He is almost blind and almost deaf. He has lost ten pounds in the last year. He has a cyst that will not heal. His fur is falling out in clumps. His zest for life is almost nil. He doesn't want to eat. We thought about canceling the appointment. Then I decided, no. We have to do this.

It all just sucks.

Like a Good Neighbor

Wow! Look at this, it's a cup holder for your spinning wheel!

Wasted days.

Play 8-ball for free. My top score is only about 10,000.

8 Ball Quick Fire Pool Pocket as many pool balls as you can before the time runs out!

Play this free game now!!

Sunday Buffet $8.99

I am not a big rap fan, but this link is interesting as it shows rap in 30 different languages. I think it is not the rap so much that I hate, but rather the background music. Some of this is quite catchy.

As is this great band, Movitz. Swedish rap swing. Listen.


I think this had become viral, what with 15 million views, but just in case you missed it, The Coolest Wedding Processional Ever.






I love the innerwebs. Keyboard Cat and the Three Wolf Moon T shirt.





Zit squeezers of the world unite.



Egg information from a great website.



Worst Carpool Ever.



Our ancestors, as children.Progressive politics are not a bad thing

Do Not Use In Water.

I was sleepy all morning. The roosters woke me at 4:30, and even though I inserted the earplugs as usual, my brain was alert and racing, and so, I got up.

Around noon, I fell onto the couch and was asleep almost immediately for three hours. To dream about being so very sleepy and falling asleep in different places and occasions. Doctor's offices. Driving. Other people's living rooms.

I just now woke up and brewed myself a cup of coffee. Must. Stay. Awake.

Extra Strength

So.

My hand is back to normal, but I am still careful for it. What a bizarre injury that was.

I have actually been working in the studio. I knoooow! The first day at the drum carder, after taking a break, is always hell on my legs, because of shin splints from back in the costume-house days, where I spent hours standing on concrete floors. After the first day, it becomes bearable. I keep meaning to bring in a stool from the barn. Dang it.

I also completed the pattern for Fuzzarelly's Cloche Hat, with 2 variations. I seem to be getting better at this pattern thing. Also the NeoOffice thing, which is the word processing application I use.

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Our cash is so low that I have been buying groceries and gas with the credit card. I was ready to start paying the utilities with it, too. But, Halloo and Hallay! Sweetie's 401k money has arrived, much more quickly that I imagined.

I told Sweetie that he still needed to get a job, however.

I am going to offer some few things for sale here or on eBay. Handspun. I'll post about it when I get my crap together.

Oh, and before I forget. This is my new email address: fuzzarelly dot mckellar at gee male dot com.