flea

Last week was a pisser - I worked 7 days in a row. This week is okay - I work Wednesday night, but Friday is a furlough day. But then on Sunday mr. flea leaves on a trip (through Thursday), and he'll be gone another 5 days in mod-November. And my mother is coming for that, which helps in some ways (less worry about how to get Dillo to daycare), and is hard in others (MY MOTHER IN MY HOUSE - always touch and go.) Just gotta keep plugging through.

Our neighbor has a new puppy - an 11-week old border collie. (Her previous dog, also a border collie, died of old age in the spring.) It's little and submissive and licky and she's thinking of naming it Indie or Milkshake (although Casper suggested Rosemary, and Dillo suggested "Cheese." Heh.)

Then there was the feral kitten we dealt with on our camping trip, and a couple of different coworkers are fostering kittens ready for adoption. So little and sweet! Must remember we have one cat, who does not like other cats, and kittens grow up into cats. (This holds double if we took kitten siblings - do we really want to be a 3-cat household?)

A bunch of people in my life are back in baby mode, too, and as I am nearly finished getting baby stuff out of our house, I am thinking about babies, too. If we had decided to have a third, it would probably have been this summer or fall. I look at newborns and don't want one, but the charm of the 6 month old cannot be denied. (I mean, remember this?
). And Casper is at a point where she would be so helpful and charming as a big sister, and... ah well.

1. My apologies to those who I teased with the idea of getting together and then didn't follow through on. Partly it's lack of social energy (my mother being a large Hoover of energy) and partly I always get stuck with the problem of not being in my own domain and feeling uncomfortable a) demanding transportation from others and b) inviting people to my mother's house.

2. Yay Baby! Welcome to Ivy Johanna (lyrajane's, June 11) and Dylan Zaphod (alterjess', June 14) wee ones.

I went to see the baby. (Well, and her mother. Actually, took mother some books, as she was without reading material.) Now am all: Want! Baby! Am such a freak.

I also forgot to note the recent birth of Roselyn, called Rosie, to Karen and Jon, big brother Joe. Rosie is the baby whose mother had surgery for a massive ovarian cyst at 18 weeks gestation. She is in perfect shape, and looks, well, like Winston Churchill, but then don't they all. In a lovely sort of way.