Winter's near. Brrr

Song of the day: There were several yesterday, and most of them were infomercials, so I’m not going to list them all up. It was downright ridiculous.

Let me think as to what all has happened in the past couple of days. Thankfully the edit is slowly progressing, and we now have about one chapter done in the rewrite. Phew. It is so very tough to get used to the new characters after a year of Nina and Rory, but Callie and Alex are slowly starting to grow on me. The dialogue is starting to smoothen, and the actions of the two protagonists are beginning to get more natural. I think we’re getting into the swing of it.

The shelving project is all done, standing beautifully in my bedroom beside the new wardrobe. It looks great, and now that all the old closets (they were falling apart) are out and torn down into rubbish pieces and stuff that can still be used, there’s a lot of room, which I love.

There was another fight between Groovy and Mati…this sometimes happens when there’s bad blood between two dogs; it’ll take a while for them to get over it. We’re going to have to keep them apart for a bit now, but soon they’ll have forgotten all about it, they always do.

Lots of wind again. Yesterday there were heavy winds from the west…which hardly ever happens…and these tore the roof plates of the old horse stable, which meant that big portions of yesterday and today were spent reattaching the plates (we had to gather them from all over the place) and taking two big ones from the courtyard roof to replace those that were damaged beyond repair. The darn things should hold now…I hope.

Though the nights are starting to get pretty darn cold, big brother and I did two more runs. The moon is no longer out at this time, but luckily the stars are bright enough to make a relatively visible road for us. The progress is slow, but I am starting to notice improvement with the runs. Big brother can already do the whole piece without needing to catch his breath, and I’m slowly doing bigger stretches at an even pace. Whenever I can’t keep it up, I just switch to a brisk pace instead, which does the trick well enough. It’s not as if I want to push myself. I want the process to be fun and natural.

There were three more “prison breaks” of the chinchilla into the rabbit cage, poor thing. It looks all harassed when he’s in with the two bunnies, and yet it continued to attempt escape. Now the rabbit cage has been fully closed off, so the chinchilla should remain in place in the future. It’s so strange that it kept trying to get out, when every time I put it back, it crawled up against its sister and immediately started to snooze.

The traumatized puppy we’re trying to get over the shock is slowly showing improvement. It’s (Niobe) less scared now, and will actually join the other dogs again without making a racket. His little brother, Morpheus, on the other hand, is starting to be a rascal though. Hah.

More carpentry projects, such as repairing (or repairing) drawers, are in full swing, and finally drawing to an end. Painting is still prominent, too, and to keep things interesting big brother and I have gone on a “scavenge hunt” at the nearby landfill. We found a lot of raw materials again, which has replenished the slowly depleting supplies. We’re going to have to go out more often in the future, since we’re going through the stuff at a fast rate. There really isn’t much that’s more fun than do actual recycling of stuff people just threw away. Something that looks downright horrid and then making it look beautiful again is certainly very satisfying.

The recently remodeled office is working out well, by the way. When the dogs join us in the space during the evening it warms up nicely, making it an excellent spot when winter gets to be in full swing. The only thing that still needs to be done is put in proper power outlets ‘cause the old ones aren’t sufficient at all.

A bit of disturbing news is that middle sister’s dog Rhumba appears to be feeling poorly. Last night the poor ten-year-old Samoyed had a high fever, but luckily, after we pumped antibiotics into him, he started to improve slowly. I do hope that he manages to overcome this particular problem; he really is too old to be messing around with diseases and such. For a while there, we were afraid that we were going to have to take him to the vet…in the middle of the night, mind you, and on a Sunday to boot.

Another bit of sad news is that we heard today that our maternal grandfather died sometime last week. It is not as if we had seen the man in a long time, or that he was an actual part of our lives, but still, it leaves an impression. From what we heard, he didn’t suffer and died peacefully in his sleep, so that is something at least.
Regretfully death is very much a part of life, no matter that there are times when we want to stop time from advancing.

Well, with that, another Blog comes to an end. I’m just about ready to call it a day now.