Well, lessee… Where to start?
DJ is doing very well. He’s lost some weight, so now he looks like an old cat, but his heart is stable and so is the cryptococcus. Dr Smallwood said, “There’s no reason he won’t be here for another 3 years! He’s doing great!” She said that neither of these conditions would likely end him, it’d be something out of the blue. I find that somewhat comforting.
Missy is doing very well. I’ve got to take her in for a checkup, tho. It’s been four years+ since she’s been to the Dr! Which is great, but she could use a tune up and tire rotation fer sure! I’ve been so distracted with DJ’s issues, that I’ve neglected her checkups! BAD MOMMA!
My Weasel is doing OK. He’s been up and down a little, but Heroes was fun despite the Virus From Hell™. He’s drawing more and seems fairly content. I hope he continues to draw so we can get the Ninjas going.
Speaking of checkups… I’m way overdue for my gyno visit. The stupid Mirena is mostly fine – I still get random bleeding complete with horrible PMS, tho. Meh. Nick also wants me to go to the dermatologist – he’s convinced I’ve got a tumor or something. Again: meh. Waste of money, IMO.
My hair has finally grown out from the horrible cut I got from the student. I need to see Marty and get it shaped up. I know what I want, I hope I can get it across! I want the standard inverted bob, but with the weight line in a V at the ear rather than at the front. Can’t find a pic. MEH.
I’ve had some fairly nasty Fear and Loathing™ lately. It’s party Mirena psychosis and partly just plain old stress. I’m very unhappy with my fat ass. I’m going to try once again to diet. My whole life has been a goddam diet. If I can’t manage it by 50, I’m stopping and giving in to the FAT genes. That’s it. 3.5 more years of trying to lose weight, then I’m STOPPING. I’d say 35+ years of dieting is enough, wouldn’t you? If I can’t lose the weight, then I can’t. I’m tired of letting it run my life. It’s about as bad as the fucking Vile Organ that has run my life for the same number of years. FUCK THAT. I’m getting way old, way fast. I’ve got to let go of these things that make me pretty damned miserable. Life is TOO SHORT, as I am finally beginning to learn.
I can’t keep the birds and squirrels out of the damn greenhouse. I put up netting, they get through it. Of course, they work hard to get IN, then they can’t get back OUT. Which means me going out there and undoing about 10 safety pins to open up the damn netting. ::sigh:: I just opened it up yesterday. Fuck it. The squirrels will dig up the plants and the birds will peck the fruit. Whatever.
The pickling and making jam is going well. The pickles from the second batch are in the fridge, I hope they are crispy and have more flavour than the first batch. The cherry jam is good, but it can be better. Less pectin and more balsamic vinegar, I think – and perhaps a mix of sweet and sour cherries. The marmalade, while very labour intensive, is delicious. I think I’ll make another batch and fiddle with the pectin – it could be just a tish tighter.
The penne bake I’ve been working on is pretty much done. It’s now got pesto, feta and oil cured olives in it for a LOT more flavour. It’s renamed Mediterranean Pasta Bake rather than Italian. I’m working on a poached cod recipe and a pork recipe, too. I’m starting to work on the cookbook in earnest. I’ve decided to GO FOR IT. Why not? I’ve got nothing else to do!
We saw Avengers last night at the Fox. What FUN! The preshow is about an hour and has a slideshow of all the work they’ve done on the Fox, a wonderful demo of Mighty Mo (the pipe organ), a sing along with Mighty Mo and a Looney Tunes cartoon. It was fun to enjoy Avengers with a crowd that large! Also, if you go to one of these shows, get there EARLY and sit upstairs for the best view.
I guess that’s it for now. We’re gonna go to Big Lots for the 20% off day today then hang around the house. Ciao!