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Happy Halloween, in whatever ways you may celebrate it.

Paige's new word today: "marshmannows".

My new word for the day: "gallimaufry".
Bird and Mr. Bird are driving my car to Oregon today, to pick up Fancypants, aka Barrett, the male white alpaca she and I bought a few months ago. I want the white fiber, she wants the uh....alpaca juice for her breedings. Guess with that kind of investment, I should probably start processing fiber for realz, instead of just playing with it occasionally.

I've been sick for a few days, so I haven't felt like playing. I miss Bird, though. I get lonely. It's times like this that I wish I had a husband, just to have another voice in the room and someone to cuddle with during scary movies. Then I look at my legs, which I have not shaved in weeks, and I am grateful to not have a husband who would complain about my unshaven legs.

Paige's dad was here for not even a whole day on Saturday, and he left so much of his crap behind that I keep finding things, and it's really starting to bug me. I do not like finding his stuff. His shoes under my couch, his sunglasses on my kitchen table. Somehow, his underpants ended up with Paige's laundry. His underpants. He was only here for a day! Grr. I thought I was done with his underpants for good.

I am here

Mental Health: Surviving on current meds; functioning but not optimally. Have an appointment with Dr. McShrink on Dec. 1st (yes that's the soonest anyone who accepts my insurance could see me) to launch the "Save the Nine Nanograms" endangered-species-saving mission.

Relationships/Romance: Nil. Told BFKABT (Boy formerly known as Boything) that if there were a move to be made, he'd have to be the one to make it; essentially that I'm not going to chase him anymore. Have heard nothing from him since. I am quite sure that, however painful, that is precisely what I need. Also, about the Cute Park Ranger, Bird is planning a return trip to the museum/historical park where he works, and I am trying to summon the chutzpah to not only go, but to also engage him in conversation in the effort of determining whether or not he is Involved. Also, relating to Mental Health, I agree with Bird in that I need to get The Nine settled before I really think about a new victim relationship.

Homeschooling: It's going. Not as fast or perfectly as I'd like, but it's going, and that's ok 'cuz this is my year to screw up.

Choir: Going well. Better than expected, even. The Horrible Loud Church-Vibrato Woman was not there last night: bliss! I am still capable of hitting high A above the octave, which surprised the hell outta me. And have I mentioned that I hate the "First Soprano = The Virgin Mary, Titania and The Queen Mum combined" mentality? Bunch of bitches. grr. Poo on deluded conceited horrid old hags. There, but for the grace of the ability to hear and admit it's crap, go I.

Other topics of future discussions include The Cottage, Gardening, and Yarn, but those things will have to wait. For now, I am distracted by having cold feet.



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