Futility Now

Here is Yoshi in his new favorite sleeping place.

Here’s what I had for dinner last night. I basically looked around on the counters and chopped up everything that was about to go off and threw it at some olive oil. It was fantastic.

Last weekend was beautiful, and that meant we really needed to kill some stuff.  It was tricky with me still on crutches, but we managed.  Our yard has been threatening to eat up our house, so we finally spent some time dividing things up into zones (that word is so terribly authoritative, don’t you think?) and proceeded to tackle things accordingly.  The most satisfying part was putting down some bark chips (actually nuggets, but I truly hate that word), which will hopefully keep some of what we killed and tore out from coming back.

So far in my gardening experience, there’s been a lot more killing than trying to get things to grow.

The second photo is the shared reverie experienced by Yoshi and me at receiving a truly wonderful gift — the other Telly Savalas record!  My collection is now complete.  Thank you, Eva and Christian!

Third photo: some watchers for my little followers, aka sculptures in progress.  I’ll have work in Ceramics Showcase again, at the beginning of May.  Busy fingers making up for gimpy ankle.

The last photo is in the center of the front yard, where we dug out a moat for more bark to go around a few cutie plants.

On Friday I turn 34.  I’m not that worked up about my age, but I really liked 33, I especially like double numbers.

So we went shopping and got a massive new mattress. Like with springs in it. I’m not sure how I feel about that.

At any rate, it precipitated some shuffling.

Other than that, things are more or less the same.

So I don’t want to pretend like it was ever great shakes in the first place, but my photography has gone a bit shit. Luckily, I think Temboo is going to be setting up regular office space in town soon, which should mean that I’ll be out a lot more. Cross your fingers.

When I was going to get back to having all my posts composed only of cat pictures. Stop wondering.

So as I said, there was some home improvement and it was insane. The drain basket that was in our sink was old enough that any effort to hold it in place while unscrewing the basket’s nut (heh heh) resulted in the ancient metal shearing off. This is (most of) the basket and the nut after it had finally been wrenched from the sink.

Here is the old and the new passing one another.

In the middle of the process, we took a break for pupusas.

On the way home, the world was clearly ending.

The next day we recovered at the aesthetically-consistent Little Big Burger.