Things

SOME, by no means all, of my random tiles

Despite all the weight I’ve lost (and am still shedding) and the strength I’m building, I still have unattractive, chubby looking knees. This is distinctly unfair and causing me some distress. I’d like to speak to the manager.
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Ten is in the last quarter of the kitchen rebuild. He’s replaced the ceiling, laid most of the new floor, upper and two lower cabinets are in. Next up—sink, dishwasher stuff. I’ve picked out countertops and we have an installer lined up. What to do about backsplash? Do we use some/all of the tiles I’ve collected over the years or buy recycled glass tiles to match the countertops?

Decisions, decisions.
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I believe that my Christmas Cactus needs a new name.  Why? Maybe my trés pretty plant isn’t a Christian. Quite possibly, like me, it’s agnostic and resents being named after a once religious, now capitalist holiday (it can be argued though, that capitalism IS, in fact, a religion).

Its scientific moniker is Schlumbergera kautskyi—kind of a mouthful. Maybe I should just call it Gary?

Gary used to only come into bloom around Santa Claus time. Now? It sprouts bright pink flowers whenever it damn well pleases. I have no complaints about this but it further points up the fact that Gary’s been misnamed.
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Having just finished Louise Penney’s twelfth offering in her Inspector Gamache series (A Great Reckoning), I’m between books…again. I’ve got six books on hold at the library but the soonest any of them are available is two weeks from now. Fer fuck’s sake, I CAN”T WAIT THAT LONG!

John Scalzi’s next (Starter Villain) won’t be out until September. Will the Boston Public Library have it right away? How long will the wait be?

Considering that I read like some folks eat popcorn and/or binge watch Andor or Wednesday, I really do need to expand my stable of go-to authors. Yes, this would be much easier if I still bought books instead of relying exclusively on the BPL.
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Nothing new to report on the Cake front. Our boy hasn’t attempted to explore the great, yet scary, outdoors again since his little B&E (break and exit) the other week. I think, in his pre-Valhalla life, he spent more than enough time on the streets. Now, not only does he have a comfy cot (okay, it’s mine but we share), he gets three squares a day plus snacks, playtime and all the naps. Cake is ten now—I think he’s left his adventuring behind. Considering that I’m unable to chase him around the neighborhood, like Coco when she’d do her bold daredeviltry, this is good.

Seven years ago today The Amazing Bob died for the first time in the space of a week. I can't believe it's been seven entire years. Pretty sure I'm gonna need to hit Fratelli's for some solace bestowing cake.