Notes of a Sunday afternoon
Cheeky Cafe's cinnamon-sugar frybread is pure heaven.
It was not particularly enjoyable to start the day with one of my internal organs trying to tie itself into knots. This isn't even the time of the month when I would expect that to be happening.
The area around our house is Bird Central again today. The robins (with a few varied thrushes in the mix, including a pair that was actually snuggling on a branch) have taken over the neighbor's giant pear tree. The starlings are scavenging in the grass in a huge flock, with occasional assaults on the robin tree for what appears to be the hell of it. The oaks out front have been colonized by bushtits, finches, and chickadees. Much of this activity earlier in the day had to do with the hawk we spotted wheeling high over the neighborhood (it was too far away to tell if it was "our" Cooper's hawk or a red-tailed; it was rather large, so I'm leaning to the latter). Now all the activity just seems to be about hanging out on an unexpecetedly sunny day, being social, and rumbling with the other species. Also, I moved and filled the bird feeder earlier this week, and the chickadees have finally found it; the robins are starting to get the idea that there's something interesting there, and I expect to see the bird activity right outside my window ramp up dramatically in the next few days.
Words/phrases of the day:
"It's like stealing pants from a hobo!"
"Juggalope"
"Gobblepalooza"
Somewhat relatedly, I am married to Craig Ferguson. It's seriously kind of spooky how many similarities in joke delivery, joke type, and body language there are.
I watched Funny Girl last night for the first time since I was about eight years old. I basically want every single outfit Barbra Streisand wears in it (it is, after all, set during one of my very favorite periods in fashion, pre-Great War to early 1920s), except maybe the orange ensemble for "Don't Rain on My Parade," and that's only 'cause it's orange.
Maybe today I will finally get unpacked from Steamcon. Then again, maybe not.
December is going to be pure madness. I am fantastically busy for most of the month. Most of it will, I hope, be "good" busy, but some of it decidedly will not. (We have a project delivery due on January 4. It is about three weeks behind schedule and going badly aside from that. I am not going to be having a light week off between Xmas and New Year's this time.) I suppose I should be glad that I have such an interesting life that I have reason to be concerned about how many things I have to do during a single month.
In conclusion:
It was not particularly enjoyable to start the day with one of my internal organs trying to tie itself into knots. This isn't even the time of the month when I would expect that to be happening.
The area around our house is Bird Central again today. The robins (with a few varied thrushes in the mix, including a pair that was actually snuggling on a branch) have taken over the neighbor's giant pear tree. The starlings are scavenging in the grass in a huge flock, with occasional assaults on the robin tree for what appears to be the hell of it. The oaks out front have been colonized by bushtits, finches, and chickadees. Much of this activity earlier in the day had to do with the hawk we spotted wheeling high over the neighborhood (it was too far away to tell if it was "our" Cooper's hawk or a red-tailed; it was rather large, so I'm leaning to the latter). Now all the activity just seems to be about hanging out on an unexpecetedly sunny day, being social, and rumbling with the other species. Also, I moved and filled the bird feeder earlier this week, and the chickadees have finally found it; the robins are starting to get the idea that there's something interesting there, and I expect to see the bird activity right outside my window ramp up dramatically in the next few days.
Words/phrases of the day:
"It's like stealing pants from a hobo!"
"Juggalope"
"Gobblepalooza"
Somewhat relatedly, I am married to Craig Ferguson. It's seriously kind of spooky how many similarities in joke delivery, joke type, and body language there are.
I watched Funny Girl last night for the first time since I was about eight years old. I basically want every single outfit Barbra Streisand wears in it (it is, after all, set during one of my very favorite periods in fashion, pre-Great War to early 1920s), except maybe the orange ensemble for "Don't Rain on My Parade," and that's only 'cause it's orange.
Maybe today I will finally get unpacked from Steamcon. Then again, maybe not.
December is going to be pure madness. I am fantastically busy for most of the month. Most of it will, I hope, be "good" busy, but some of it decidedly will not. (We have a project delivery due on January 4. It is about three weeks behind schedule and going badly aside from that. I am not going to be having a light week off between Xmas and New Year's this time.) I suppose I should be glad that I have such an interesting life that I have reason to be concerned about how many things I have to do during a single month.
In conclusion: