Despite hellacious winds yesterday I managed to get 6 big pots and 5 window boxes planted with cold tolerant (in fact even cold loving) veggies. I had to water the soil good (would have done that anyway), plant the seeds, cover them lightly with soil and then quickly water each container as I went to keep the dry soil from being blown away. And ( Read more... )

I came home from work on Mon to find the tiny mangled corpse of a hummingbird in the living room. I know Phouka is an accomplished birder, even on the balcony, but I thought those days were beyond my geriatric old boy He's over 12 now! I hate it when he kills birds, esp. the hummingbirds. I've gone out of my way to blockade his access to them while ( Read more... )

Not that all the hummingbirds that visit my balcony aren't Ruby Throated Hummingbirds but only the mature males have the actual red throat and until this morning I'd never seen one ( Read more... )

I went and saw Winter Soldier and I liked it a lot ( Read more... )

The last time I was at the doctor's my blood sugar was up a couple of points. It was still very well within the areas of normal, but still, up. Also, my weight, while still up a little from the low I had attained when I was more strict in my eating, was less than it had been a month previous ( Read more... )

Man, the last couple of weeks have been truly sucktastic with this week being the suckiest of the sucky ( Read more... )

Jesus fuck! There's an apparently suicidal hummingbird that keeps twittering and chirruping away on the balcony (not unusual). What is unusual is that this one, with the full knowledge that Phouka is sitting right out there, keeps hovering down to around 4 ft - totally and easily within Phouka reach. *headdesk ( Read more... )

It's been awhile since I've chatted about Phouka. I've had him basically since I've been in this apartment - over 7 years - and he still amuses the hell out of me and surprises me at time ( Read more... )

Phouka and I have this little routine when I come home from work. He sits on the table beside the couch and waits for the odd scritch and a little sweet talk while I put down whatever I'm carrying, take off my coat and head for the bedroom to change. He's right along with me, jumping on the bed and pacing back and forth, again waiting for a little ( Read more... )

Apparently Phouka likes the taste/scent of dryer sheets. I knew this because he's ravaged a box before and he'll even dig the used ones out of my bedroom waste basket ( Read more... )