With a sharp stick

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M is working on a new project. It’s a good year for her.

We’re arranging a party at work tomorrow, and it seems to be taking a ridiculous amount of time.

And now I go home and carve pumpkins. Well, first I have to buy the pumpkins. I’m just behind this year, and I don’t know why.

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Landforms

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That’s N in the back there, washing dishes.

 

  • It sounds like a sick ward in my office — everyone is coughing and hacking.
  • Maybe I’m getting sick? Maybe that explains the crabby attitude and desire to be asleep?
  • I guess I have to get pumpkins this weekend and carve them. How can this have crept up on me? I am so happy that I will not be staying up til midnight sewing a fairy princess costume.
  • If I were a large landform, like a hill or something, I would turn over now and go back to sleep.

Picture

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I love this picture. I like the sun and the clouds and the spikey, spikey grasses. But look! There is also my sister’s ipad, and K’s head!

That is all.

It’s still rainy. I am overcome with crabbiness. I would like the time to change. I’ve been eating the fine fine vegetables that came in our vegetable box for dinner and they are good. I’ve nearly finished the blanket-thing I’m knitting. I’m really tired, although I slept well last night.

That’s all I’ve got.

More bovine creatures

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I am having a day.

I had to be at a meeting at 8:30, which is just too damn early. I need some time to sit quietly at my desk before starting the day.

Then I had to lug 20 pounds of fruit up the hill. (I volunteered to bring in fruit for an event. Why?)

Because my head is still full of Siberia, and because I was wearing my galoshes and a big shawly-scarf, I felt like a babushka returning home to the highrise village with my just-in-case bag. Also, it was warm enough, and blowy enough, that I felt too warm and also annoyed as my scarf kept blowing off.

Now I am waiting to go cut up said fruit with my eager colleague . . .

Now I’m back from that.

Grr. It’s almost a hangover from watching the ball-game AND the debate at the same time while fighting with K over the last of the eggplant parmigiana. Which was delicious.

And it rained again last night, which was lovely.

I’m a little worried that the cat feels lonely at home all day without us. At night she goes to sleep in M’s room, and then comes in later to sleep on top of us.

Anyway — that’s that.

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Rain!

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  • It started raining last night at about 11, and as far as I know it rained straight through till about 9 this morning. The wet season has begun. I am really ready for it.
  • In preparation, I planted all the billions of grasses I bought under the influence of the meadow man. (I went to see John Greenlee talk at a nursery about a month or so ago — he makes the most beautiful meadows. Then I bought a lot of grasses.) I also planted the lettuce, cabbage and broccoli that have been waiting for, uh, three weeks! I put everything that shouldn’t get wet back into the basement, and folded up all the folding wooden furniture and put it under the back porch. I pulled the other furniture off the grass. It was highly satisfying to hear the rain last night and not suddenly remember that nothing was put away and we were in no way ready for winter. Pretty much everything is where it should be, and the grasses can now start growing.
  • The Giants won on Friday night (my plan to ignore them worked) and won again on Sunday night. K had a ticket from a friend and got to go.
  • I got to stay home, go for a walk (see bull above) and finish getting the garden ready. An altogether satisfactory division of labor, actually.
  • Went for a walk with A and A at Briones. It was very, very dry. We saw lots of cows, some hawks, and a coyote, who bounded through the grass and then down the trail ahead of us. Briones might be my favorite park. It’s big enough, has lots of different parts, lots of high ridges to climb, and lots of wildlife. There’s always something going on. We also saw two cowboys and three helper dogs. I believe they may have been doing something with that bull — we saw them later from another ridge.
  • It was a very satisfying weekend, although the house is a huge mess and I am stiff all over. Still, you can’t do everything, and just getting one thing actually finished feels like a huge accomplishment.
  • Still reading Ian Frazier’s Siberia. I’ve come to realize that it is partly about Siberia, but perhaps mostly about traveling to Russia and Siberia. I think that might be annoying to some, but it’s actually something I’m interested in. And once I’m done, I’ll switch the Kindle to my name from A’s. I decided to buy it. That’s exciting, too.
  • So there you have it — we’re in for the winter.

Bare legs

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Supposedly, the weather is turning. Only 72 today, and rain next week! That is exciting.

What was with this week? I’ve been insanely busy at all moments this week. I think I won’t go home early today to see the Giants. I think I’ll just stay late and try to get a bunch of stuff taken care of. Also, superstitiously, I think they might do better without me breathing down their necks.

M has at this moment survived midterms. N has a ticket to come home for thanksgiving. I’m still really enjoying Siberia. Maybe this really will be the weekend for my 10 miles hike. And taking up the rest of the bad grass.

Or not. We’ll see.