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Oh right ... THIS is why some people choose not to have pets...
I came home from work today to be greeted by the discovery that one of the wonderful creatures with whom we share our living space had ... how can I put this ... suffered explosive loss of bowel containment. I think I know who the culprit is, judging from the spray pattern. Lucky has this habit (as observed by Orion) of completely freaking out when diarrhea hits him indoors and spinning in circles while he tries to figure out what to do. (Meanwhile, his lower half has its own ideas of what it wants to do.) I really think I could have gone my whole life without knowing that a 45-lb dog can actually contain enough shit to cover a kitchen floor ...
We had our first actual frost on Sunday night, apparently the second-latest freeze on record for Fairbanks. (The latest was Sept. 27 in 1974.) They're forecasting mixed snow and rain for this weekend. Of course, the forecast called for snow last weekend, too, and it didn't happen. Still, I think it sounds like a good reason to stay in and be domestic. I've been experiencing unusual attacks of domesticity lately, interspersed with my usual kitchen-related apathy. I'm sure it'll pass soon enough. I baked the other day, by all that's holy! From a recipe! From scratch! (Rhubarb squares ... came out good, too.)
I'm really not looking forward to the time change this weekend. I've been working slightly later hours, and there's just enough time before dark to make dinner and then fit in a walk with the dogs. Soon enough we'll be back to the decision between walking the dogs in the dark, or watching them ping off the walls all evening. And THEN we're driving to work in the dark and coming home in the dark ... *wibble*. Some years I'm ready. This summer, though, wasn't nearly long enough.
We had our first actual frost on Sunday night, apparently the second-latest freeze on record for Fairbanks. (The latest was Sept. 27 in 1974.) They're forecasting mixed snow and rain for this weekend. Of course, the forecast called for snow last weekend, too, and it didn't happen. Still, I think it sounds like a good reason to stay in and be domestic. I've been experiencing unusual attacks of domesticity lately, interspersed with my usual kitchen-related apathy. I'm sure it'll pass soon enough. I baked the other day, by all that's holy! From a recipe! From scratch! (Rhubarb squares ... came out good, too.)
I'm really not looking forward to the time change this weekend. I've been working slightly later hours, and there's just enough time before dark to make dinner and then fit in a walk with the dogs. Soon enough we'll be back to the decision between walking the dogs in the dark, or watching them ping off the walls all evening. And THEN we're driving to work in the dark and coming home in the dark ... *wibble*. Some years I'm ready. This summer, though, wasn't nearly long enough.
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This is the worst time of dark - as daylight slips away more and more noticeably, and before we have snow to brighten things up a little. *covers figurative mouth* Sorry, said the s-word. Not ready for it, either.
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I wish I hadn't had to SEE it. Er ... sorry about sharing the fun.
Yeah ... the "s" word ... I do actually like this time of year, and I like winter as much as one really can. But summer just didn't last long enough for me.
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and...
Can anyone tell me why we even bother with the time change up here?
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Can anyone tell me why we even bother with the time change up here?
Beats the hell out of me. Actually, if they *must* do something, I wish they'd just do the daylight savings time in the spring and then leave it that way all year.
*gasp* *wheeze* *pant*
In my current (sick, sinus infection) condition, reading that first paragraph nearly killed me when I started howling with laughter inadvertently.
You'd be amazed how much shit a teenage California Desert Tortoise can spread all over a single patio in the course of one day. Not quite as much as a 45 pound dog, but you'd be hard-pressed to tell the difference at first with a quick visual inspection. Including the spinning in circles. (No, I don't know HOW a creature as ungainly as a desert tortoise manages to do that. I've sworn to all of my friends that I'm positive tortoises teleport.)
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I must admit I never really thought about the bodily functions of a tortoise. At least not that aspect of it.
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