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Two very underrated artists - love 'em both.

This time, use your signal.

Placed a poster detailing a Found Dog at the General Store and the Post Office, and I hope someone will come to claim her. In the meanwhile, despite Helena's suggestion of Ninja, I have taken to calling her Foxy.

She looks so much like Bonnie that I can hardly stand it.

Gave her a bath and flea and tick treatment yesterday, and she spent the night in our room, on the floor with Princess and Zander in the bed, as usual. She is so well behaved, so good natured. I can't imagine her previous owner not wanting her back.

Feed twice daily.

Look what followed me home this morning. Sigh.

I remember.

This little memory of mine is a day late and a dollar short. But still.

I remember riding the school bus home one afternoon back in fifth grade, 1968, down along River Road in Huntington, Indiana.

I looked out the window and saw a burial taking place in a cemetery, with lots of red, white, and blue bunting and flowers. We passed by just as a bugler played "Taps" for some fallen Viet Nam soldier. I remember how sad that sound was, even though, at age eleven, I didn't totally understand what was going on.

Even today, I still cry at that mournful tune. Every single time.

Go there, come back

Here is a link to Yellow Dotted LIne's post about steam punk in Leipzig.

Hither and Yon

Firstly, I am feeling better. I told my doctor this past Friday that I really wanted to get off of my current anti-repressant, as I had been taking it for six or seven years and I thought that it was making feel dead inside. She said okay, and told me how to taper off of it. I am to continue with the generic wellbutrin for the nonce, though.

I wasn't able to finish the socks for her, as I have made so many mistakes and had to rip back and redo and so on; but I took the partials to show her and I was able to ascertain her shoe size. I am now at the gussets and safari so goody.

One thing I have learned and wanted to share is this: when knitting with double pointed needles, to truly avoid the little gap between needles, to knit the first stitch tightly, and then knit the second stitch even more tightly. I have been using this technique on these socks, and I can honestly not tell where in my knitting the needles change.

I wish I could remember where I saw this; I thought it might have been Fleegle's Blog or Techknitting (see links in my sidebar as I am getting tired of html,) but I just checked and it wasn't them.

Here is a little treat for you Stephen Frye fans, which I found at this website.

Feed every two hours.

God damn it.

This morning, there was a fat and dead possum right in front of my house. I wasn't about to let it stay there and stink for days, so I took a plastic bag out to collect the carcass. One dead big possum, one dead baby possum, and one living baby possum.

Fuck.

I checked her pouch for other babies and there were none, so she and her dead baby went into the dumpster and I was left with this tiny thing whose eyes weren't even open. Jeezow. Man, I don't like possums, but what could I do? I couldn't just kill it or let it die without trying to save it. I brought it inside and googled "baby possum."

I went to the general store and bought some Gatorade because they don't carry Pedialyte. I wrapped it in a wash cloth and held it close to my chest, as it was cool. Not cold. The next directive was to get it to a wildlife rehab person asap.

Again, Google to the rescue. I found this place not too far from me, over in Kentucky.

Monica just happened to have a mama possum with older babies, and she was still producing milk, and when she put the tiny one into her pouch, she accepted it and it began to nurse. Yay!

Monica had a baby beaver, several wild bunnies, a heron, numerous birds including a duck in her hospital. She takes in everything that is brought to her.

So. If you have a few extra dollars, consider donating to her or your local rehabilitation center.

Thank you.