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I miss her

I miss her.

I miss them.

I hope they’re doing this right now:

Super cool

One of these days, I’m going to do the Millennium manor tour. Until then, I’m just grateful for those who haven’t been slack and who brought their cameras.

Thanks, Les!

(more on Millennium Manor can be found here.)

It’s ninety degrees on my front porch

I can’t fathom what people like about this weather. It’s unbearably hot out there. Just stepping outside saps every bit of energy I have.

The only thing I have energy for is sitting on the couch.

Ugh.

Two weeks

In an hour I will be taking Leo the pup to get his last puppy shots. Then we’ll have two weeks for them to sink in, and he’ll no longer be on puppy probation.

I’m pretty excited about it. I’ve literally never had a dog to call my own - technically, Leo is everyone’s dog, but Katie and I picked him out, and I feel like he’s at least partly “my dog.” And soon he’ll be able to do stuff with the fam, like go for walks and play in the park.

And once he gets out of puppyhood, he’ll be able to hang out with me a lot around the house.

W00t.

Well, I missed that creek cleanup

Our neighborhood does regular creek cleanups, since one of the local creeks runs right through it. The creek - creatively named First Creek - actually runs behind my house.

I was dreaming this morning that I went out to the cleanup to discover that the creek had flooded our house, but the fact of the matter is the creek is pretty far down there. It’d be a biblical flood that would get water near our house.

But I was dreaming that as I was supposed to be helping clean the creek. And I’m not proud of this.

I always try to make it to the cleanups, both because I want to be a good member of the neighborhood and because they’re cleaning my own yard. I kinda feel bad thinking that someone else is back there while I’m being lazy.

But I almost always miss the cleanup, and it’s never (ok, there was that one time) because of laziness. Usually I am out of town. Today I was asleep.

Excuses excuses. The Bug didn’t sleep well last night, and I was up at five taking care of her. By eight I was back in bed, and I slept through the bulk of the cleanup.

Slacker neighbor am I.

Secret confession

I have to admit that a part of me wants it to rain this weekend. I just got some new beach reading books, and I want to finish my old ones before we go beaching.

This will ruin my plans for the weekend

It doesn’t look good for my outdoor weekend plans. I was planning on spending most of Saturday and Sunday outside taking out tree stumps, killing some weeds, mowing, weedeating, and generally cleaning shop. And Katie is going to spend the weekend horseshowing.

A front will move across the area late Saturday and Sunday, bringing thunderstorms and possibly large hail and strong gusty winds, according to the National Weather Service.

Is the hail really necessary? And this, too:

A stormy wake-up call is predicted for Saturday morning, with a 40 percent chance of showers and thunderstorms. It will be mostly cloudy during the day with a high near 87. Wind gusts may be as high as 20 mph.

But doesn’t a forty percent chance of rain mean it’s still more likely than not that it won’t rain? I never can figure these things out. If it’s more than 20% chance of rain, people expect rain. It must be fun being a meteorologist.

To brighten up a rainy day

A few photos from the last few days.

Not off to a great start

This morning I forgot both the Bug’s hat and her food. Then I found out that Katie could’ve kept her today (neither is feeling great) since she was forced to call in sick.

Personally, I’m so sore I can barely walk. H & I took some time yesterday to clean the gutters. We had to bring out the big guns - the 32 foot extension ladder (complete with stabilizers). Just maneuvering it to rest on the house was nearly impossible, and I can feel every muscle in my legs, back, and arms.

I should take C for a walk, but

Today it’s the Bug and her dad at home. Both of us are feeling a lot better after a not fun weekend. And we really should go for a walk now, but the BBC is doing a Monty Python marathon, and the Biography Channel is doing a City Confidential marathon.

I know if we don’t get out soon, it’ll be too hot, but I’m torn.

Other than feeling terrible, of course

The worst part about being sick is the complete inability to do anything. Not only do you not feel well enough to do any work, but you also feel too bad to goof off.