People have been inquiring after the ducks. Yes, I still have ducks. Nine of them. Mama Duck hung around for the first day and then took off, presumable on vacation far away in Palm Beach. And here I am. With ducks. We lost one little one on their first night without mom, but the rest are doing well and living large.
While I was blocking at theater last night, I had a pair of socks blocking in the sink at home. I’m on a sock kick. This we know. So when KnitPicks came out with Imagination sock yarn, with names like “Wicked Witch” and “Pirate King”, I had to have some. Plus it’s a merino/alpaca blend. I have a dangerous affinity for camelid hair.
“Why do the people at the paint store always look at us like we’re nuts?”
“Total lack of vision, I think.”
“Hmmm.”
Shawn and I are crossing the parking lot of the hardware store armed with four cans of paint and a spur of the moment home improvement idea. The day before he had been at Ikea with Luke and gave me a call.
When I heard Fan Boyswas coming to theaters in February, I was itching to get out to see it. Turns out it only debuted in a few select cities and Sacramento was not on the list. Shawn and I talked about driving out to San Francisco for this one. We really did. We went all the way to Vegas not to lay a single coin on a table but just to check out The Star Trek Experience, after all, so the thought of driving two hours for a movie wasn’t totally out of the realm of possibility for us. Couldn’t make it work though.
A handful of friends and relations have asked about my upcoming dance performance. If you care, here’s the info:
On Friday I went out to the garden to pick some snow peas for dinner. My entry into the yard caused a hasty exit by some smaller creature and I decided to investigate. A small picket fence separates the garden from a strip of dirt behind the garage where we store potting soil and old terra cotta pots. I expected when I peered over the fence to see a cat or perhaps one of the feral chihuahuas that prowl the neighborhood (I kid you not) but what met my gaze was... a duck.
Huh.
More rustling. The duck has friends. Little friends. Lots of little friends.
Ah.
You guys following Dollhouse? Didn’t the last few episodes totally kick ass? Well, Fox is apparently deciding as we speak whether to make a season 2. I know begging Fox for anything rather feels like betraying the Powers That Be and signing your soul over in your own blood to some evil corporation that’s trying to bring forth the apocalypse, but hey, life is about compromise.
So here I am on the other side of the digits 3 and 1. On Friday I had some friends over for ice cream cake and a viewing of Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog, which was awesome. Thank you Megan for making me not look like the only geek who knows all the lyrics and sings them with abandon.
So here I am. Thirty-one trips around the sun and coming around for another go. Older but no wiser, as the drunk irishman says.
Been missing in action for a bit. It’s not that I don’t love you; it’s just that I don’t have time for you.
