Apr
19
I hate Tuesdays, as a rule. They are disorderly and weird and long and never any fun. I’d trade my Tuesdays in for two Wednesdays. Or even two Mondays. At least with a Monday, you generally know what you are in for.
But at least it’s not snowing. Yet.
- Yesterday was Monday, and it was fine. It was fine enough that all the wildlife were out and behaving… well… mostly wild. We have a bit of a clearing in the conservation behind the fence, and we get to see a fair bit of the local yokels out grazing or gathering nuts or whatever. It’s nice. But, it is also SPRING, and with spring comes… SPRINGLIKE BEHAVIOUR. Some days, you just want to lean out the window and holler, “GET A BURROW, WILLYA!?” But they don’t care. Yesterday we had Rabbitpalooza out there. Bunnies everywhere, running all over the place, chasing each other, round and round and round… At one point, one was standing WAY UP , up on his hind legs, all stretched out — even his ears were up. What IS that? Is that some “HEY LADY BUNNIES, LOOKIT YER MAN BUNNY, NOW LOOK AT ME, NOW LOOKIT YER MAN, NOW BACK TO ME, I’M SO TALL” thing going on? And do not even get me started on the deer running round and round and round like some dog with a tennis ball. I’m waiting for one of them to run in circles so much he gets dizzy and falls down. Because I like my wildlife with some comedy.
- Machinery of all sorts in our house is cursed. First, Fred died. And we were okay with that, mostly. BDH wanted to get Fred back up and running, just to use as a computer for our iTunes downloads and such, so he worked for hours and hours and hours, getting it fixed, putting in a new hard drive, getting the damn thing wiped and reloaded, getting it all patched and updated and whatnot. Hours and hours. And just when it was done, and ready for him to use… the power supply DIED. So, it’s just a big fucking time sucking vampire paperweight right now. And we have an elliptical, which I am to use as part of my knee physio. Except every time I go on it, I break it. Now, bear in mind that I am using it on the very lowest settings possible, just a gentle round and round for my knee… and it clanks and bangs and breaks. Today? One of the swinging arm/leg thingies decided HEY WATCH THIS I WILL FALL OFF. So BDH is getting pissed, because he’s The Dad and it’s His Job To Fix Things. Me, I’m starting to get a little worried that one of our major appliances is going to go HEY NOW THIS LOOKS LIKE FUN and take a crap and die on us. Because that’s what we need is to SPEND MORE MONEY WE DON’T HAVE.
- It has been a challenge this past week or so, because the weather has kept us in a lot of the time and our routines have been disrupted. But I am sorry, but IT IS THE ASS END OF APRIL WTF IS WITH THE FUCKING SNOW. Normally, we’d have been out and walking and exploring and gardening and not getting on each other’s nerves, but instead, we’re stuck inside watching WHAT IS THAT FALLING FROM THE SKY WTF I DON’T EVEN THAT IS JUST SO WRONG. And we’ve also had wind battering our little House of Sticks so hard that it shakes and my monitor does a little dance along the desk. That Girl is all about BACK ARD BACK ARD PWEESE and I can barely stand the cold wind for longer than a few minutes, and that’s on a day when it’s NOT snowing. And tonight? We’re in for 25 mm of rain. So, let’s recap: Snow in April. Flooding on the prairies. Tornadoes across the US. Earthquakes and tsunami in Japan. Earthquakes in NZ. Earthquakes in doG knows where else. Summary: THE EARTH IS PISSED AT US AND IS TRYING TO SHAKE US OFF, MAN.
- My kid is waking up. I have things that need doing. Work. Blogging. Shower. She needs to sleep, like, half an hour more AT LEAST. Because things falling apart took up my free time. GAH. I need backup.
And to add to my WTF Tuesday, in a really shitty way:
- Elisabeth Sladen — Sarah Jane to Doctor Who and Sarah Jane Adventures fans worldwide — died today, aged 63 (I think). Far too young, at any rate. Cancer sucks HARD. I has a sad.
