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agentotter) wrote2009-11-15 12:54 pm
agentotter) wrote2009-11-15 12:54 pm
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It's a gorgeous day today. I want about thirty more days like this, all in a row. And they must all be Sundays, so I don't have to go to work. If any of you figure out how to bend space/time in this way, please let me know.
Trudeau is at the vet's office getting neutered (hooray!), and at the vet's office there was a ridiculously adorable little blue kitten wandering around. Trudeau didn't eat it, and I was terribly proud of him. Meanwhile, I'm puttering around the house getting a few things done, oiling some tack that I have for sale (despite how nice it looks all oiled up, it will no doubt continue to not-sell; everybody's got tack for sale here as people are scrambling for money to buy hay for the winter). Yesterday when I was out in our little yard with Trudeau, I was considering digging in again to our garden, which I'm attempting to excavate (it's full of blackberry brambles and gravel) so that we can actually plant something back there. Unfortunately, I discovered that the job has doubled while I wasn't looking... not because the brambles have grown, but because apparently one of our neighbors has helpfully dumped their own cut brambles and weeds over the fence and into our yard. So where I used to have a fairly manageable space that I was chipping away at, I now have a brush pile.
I would weep a little, if it wasn't Sunday. (Oh, Sunday. I love you.) Instead, I'm going to finish up here, then spend the rest of the daylight working with the horses and waiting for the vet to call to tell me Trudeau's ready to come home.
Then I'm gonna see if I can train him to haul brambles out of the yard. He needs to earn his keep.
Trudeau is at the vet's office getting neutered (hooray!), and at the vet's office there was a ridiculously adorable little blue kitten wandering around. Trudeau didn't eat it, and I was terribly proud of him. Meanwhile, I'm puttering around the house getting a few things done, oiling some tack that I have for sale (despite how nice it looks all oiled up, it will no doubt continue to not-sell; everybody's got tack for sale here as people are scrambling for money to buy hay for the winter). Yesterday when I was out in our little yard with Trudeau, I was considering digging in again to our garden, which I'm attempting to excavate (it's full of blackberry brambles and gravel) so that we can actually plant something back there. Unfortunately, I discovered that the job has doubled while I wasn't looking... not because the brambles have grown, but because apparently one of our neighbors has helpfully dumped their own cut brambles and weeds over the fence and into our yard. So where I used to have a fairly manageable space that I was chipping away at, I now have a brush pile.
I would weep a little, if it wasn't Sunday. (Oh, Sunday. I love you.) Instead, I'm going to finish up here, then spend the rest of the daylight working with the horses and waiting for the vet to call to tell me Trudeau's ready to come home.
Then I'm gonna see if I can train him to haul brambles out of the yard. He needs to earn his keep.