flea

The cat's anal glands have been expressed by someone not me. This alone makes it a good day.

I also got a super-short haircut:


On the down side, as I walked to Brightleaf, a drunken guy outside of Devine's slurred, "I don't know if you're a boy or a girl." I refrained from replying, "Just look at my ass."

Am now contemplating the next decluttering project - under the kitchen sink?

It is pouring rain, as it has done at aproximately 12-hour intervals since Friday afternoon, and is predicted to do for most of the week. On the plus side, no need to water the garden; on the mnius side, it's hard to dry the hand-washing on the line.

In garden news:

Recently harvested: 1 zucchini, lots of basil, parsley. Need to harvest the approximately 10 pole beans that have been produced so far. Have some more zucchini in progress, many tomatoes still bright green, and one little eggplant.

Rabbit depredations have now extended to the bush beans as well, and japanese beetles discovered the pole beans. Note to self: beans are hexed. Do not bother in future.

Recently planted things have germinated: more canteloupes, more carrots, more beets (original beets are a desolate wasteland), marigolds.

I have a second wave of climbing rose blooms, and under them the four o'clocks are blooming. A funny flower I'd never heard of until Nutty sent me a packet of seeds a few years ago, but they're like iron in this difficult climate, and so very useful. 3rd wave of lilies are blooming - some beautiful orientals, just like in the stores, which it amuses me to be able to produce so easily in my garden. Will have gladiolas, which I hate anyway and these are peach-colored, so doubly hateful, but I can't throw away a thriving plant, soon.

I finally inserted the new needle in the sewing machine and am again progressing on the Armadillo's quilt. Next need to make a measured drawing and some design decisions (can do at work tomorrow, where I have graph paper).

Casper's bonk is actually not photogenically horrible enough to bother, although I think there is actually a *dent* in her head. Well, now if she doesn't get into Harvard, I'll have something to blame.

We are thinking of going to the mall to get out of the house, but for now Casper is dancing to music in her Elmo underpants and shaking her maracas. (Literally.) mr. flea is dissertating in the bedroom.