—acquire a toy she especially loves
—locate a particularly enticing tangle of power cords where you don’t want her playing with above toy
—when she plays with toy in cords, take it away and throw as far as possible
—wait a few moments and repeat
Movie Night Game
“There’s a difference between things you actually want to do with your life, and things that are aesthetically pleasing to imagine.”
—me, explaining how I was delighted to discover a set of 3 films that go together perfectly, but don’t actually want to do a movie night w/them
Writing About Aquatic Animals in Clouds
Today’s writing related internet searches: “beaver claws” and “types of clouds.”
Me: “What’s the word that’s like nocturnal… except… for water…”
Friend: “Aquatic?” Continue reading “Writing About Aquatic Animals in Clouds”
Fluffy Fellow
It’s hard to capture in pictures, because part of the magic of a Sheltie’s grin is how flickering & changeable it is, responding to every detail of the world around… but Cole started the day scared to leave the place he grew up & ended the day ECSTATIC.
Cole was like a kid on his first day at college tonight, blown away by his new freedoms. He could hardly believe that he could be IN the house and ON the couch and stay up until ONE AM! Continue reading “Fluffy Fellow”
Cole is Here
I’ve been staring at pictures of this handsome fluffy man for two months, hoping he’d become available, AND NOW HE’S IN MY CAR AND WE’RE TAKING HIM HOME.
My gloriously fine fellow patiently watches the scenery go by as we take him on the long drive to his new home. Continue reading “Cole is Here”
Star Trek: Lower Decks
Star Trek: Lower Decks is the first time I’ve uncomplicatedly, straightforwardly just LIKED Star Trek during my adulthood (anything post-DS9). It’s not that I haven’t enjoyed or even loved other parts of Trek… but it’s never a simple relationship.
Lower Decks is just… fun.
Worlds and Planets
The seven-year-old, out of nowhere: “My world is huge.”
Me: “How big is it?”
Seven: “Bigger than this planet…”
The Relentless March of Time Measured in Shelties
We’ve been looking for a Sheltie puppy since my 11-year-old Sheltie, Quinn, died two months ago. The prospects… are very uncertain. However, we’ve located a 1.5-year-old Sheltie we can adopt, from a breeder who we’ve adopted an adult from before.
We get to meet him tomorrow!
That feeling when you’re excited to meet your new dog… but also sad, because the very idea of a new dog makes you miss your old dog.
Pandemic Trick-or-Treating Dilemma
We’ve been brainstorming for how to replace trick-or-treating. So far, we’ve got:
1) Walk in a park; give each kid an M&M every time they knock on a tree & shout “trick-or-tree!”
2) Walk kids back & forth between front & back door while spouse swaps out costumes for answering
The Lack of Shelties
Does not fail — I start making progress on writing, and the thirteen-year-old comes downstairs all upset about mortality.
To be fair, they lost two dogs in the last two months.
To also be fair, it’s 2am, and it’s not unreasonable for me to expect to be able to do some writing. Continue reading “The Lack of Shelties”