Song of the day: “Room Service” by Bryan Adams. Oh boy, would I like to have some of that. Room service (said dreamily) if only. Hah.
So we postponed grocery shopping day for a few more days, meaning that tomorrow the chore has become inevitable, darn it. The cabinets are empty, so’s the fridge, but luckily we could get an iceberg slaw, leek and parsley from the yard, making dinner a possibility. It was good to boot, so, no harm no foul.
As to yard work: lots of caterpillars are appearing, so we’re checking the cauliflowers and cabbages at least twice a day. It is interesting to see that the insects appear to have a preference for specific plants, that, on the overall are not surrounded by leek and onion. Seems the precaution is working…and we’re going to have to do more of it in the near future.
It was cloudy yesterday…leading to a genuine spring storm today, darn it. No outside work for us today, I fear; it is a good thing, really, considering the house is a mess and we really should devote some time to cleaning the office, living room and kitchen, now that we have the chance.
Third dog is at the vets’ at the moment. Little Sita (black Irish Setter 13-14 months old) was feeling poorly and didn’t want to eat after vomiting twice. She had a fever, and when it continued to rise we took her to the hospital where she is being treated for the same thing Niobe and Morpheous had. Stupid infectious viruses, and that after such a long time. This particular bug has a peculiar incubation period.
Niobe is doing considerably better, by the way. He appears to miss Morpheous a lot, but other than that he’s vastly improved. Other than that, Knight II appears to be bothered by the bug as well, but is, so far, managing to hold the worst effects of it at bay. Ambah is managing to overcome the bug himself as well (knock on wood) and is gradually starting to feel better too.
I’m doubting if Dax (Pocket Beagle) has it too, since he appears to be a bit quiet at the moment.
Only one way to find out, eh…time.
The edit first went horrid yesterday, we just couldn’t agree on a sentence ‘cause big brother couldn’t “see” ---he flung his opponent off the roof--- and then I couldn’t “see” his ---he propelled his opponent off the roof--- and we ended up arguing about it for at least half an hour. But then, the fight scene was over, a new scene started and all went splendidly. Fight scenes always have us going at it like wolves, really. I guess we have a different image of what is cool, or something. Hah.
We now, officially have less than two hundred pages to edit for the first edit, so YAY for us…I guess. *sigh*
Our friend came visiting, so we had a nice afternoon chatting, showing of the yard and Gawd knows what else. The normal chores got done, of course, and in the evenings, whenever big brother and I could fit it in, we went for rocks. The first hauling trips down the mountain (where we’re going to need them for the basin, the septic tank and of course the porch wall. I hauled my biggest rock ever by the way. I’m so proud! Couldn’t actually lift it up but had to wedge the wheelbarrow underneath in order to get it from its place. It was at least 170 pounds, hah, and my every single muscle hurt from hauling more than a 1000 pounds down with the sibs.
Stones of the basin aren’t nothing to whistle about either. We’re guessing a hundred pounds each and big brother and I are the only ones who can actually safely lift them. It’s going to be interesting working with them once we get started on building the basin, and I don’t know whether to look forward to the fast progress we’ll be able to make due to the size of them, or fear the aches and pains that are going to be an inevitable result. We’ll have to see, I guess.
The road works have now gone as far as locking down the main road to the village, which has grandpa (he travels it every day on his moped) spitting mad. Seriously, he starts to spit when he talks about how they waste precious tax money on a road where (his words) ten cars a day travel across. Hah. It makes me laugh every time, even though I understand his frustration.
Well, time to get to work; got a house to clean nonetheless and a single day might not be enough. Hah.
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