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It's been forEVER since I last updated my journal. Lessee...

Wedding planning is proceeding nicely; we have a caterer and the "concessions" we wanted from the site owner have been granted. Now all we need is a nice, hot day so we can go swimming in the pond after the ceremony! (Does anyone know of a really good waterproof mascara? I think I'm going to need it, for a variety of reasons...) Now I really have to lose weight -- wedding photos are going to be traumatic enough; wedding photos of me in a bathing suit don't bear thinking about at the moment.

I finished a really cute hat for my cousin's baby and stared another gift for another cousin; the hat I was working on still needs to be felted. Maybe that'll be tomorrow's project; I can spend some time with the Basement Kitty at the same time.

He took a bite at me a week ago Saturday. It didn't hurt much at the time, and barely bled at all (though I did squeeze the bites to make them bleed, since I know that flushes the wound). I scrubbed the bites out good with soap and hot water (I'll never take a water heater for granted again... or not for while, anyway) and sprayed Dermoplast on them. There was a teensy bit of pus the next night, but I squeezed it out and put on some bacitracin, and it's healing nicely. Ached for a good few days, though. We're hoping that once he's fixed, he'll be a bit less mouthy.

He has a name now, by the way. We've named him Felix Maximus, because he's a giant kitty (we'll, compared to Nathilde, he's pretty darned massive). We're calling him Max. We've been letting him out to prowl, but he keeps hiding up on the neighbor's outside stairs and we have to lure him back down. Poor baby. I don't know if he's going to want to go out again once he's fixed and living in the house proper... he might. Dunno. But now he knows where home is, and that we'll be giving him all he wants to eat. I think that makes him happy.

I caught kids throwing rocks at our house today. I heard this "thunk, thunk" from where I was sitting by the front door, and I threw the door open to find this fat little kid with a rock in his hand, looking at my steps. When I asked him if he was throwing rocks at my house, he pointed off to the side and said "She was doing it!" I told him I didn't care, and not to throw rocks at my house, and slammed the door. A minute later, I heard it again! The very nerve! I went tearing outside -- no kids in sight, but there was an adult on the sidewalk. I asked her if they'd been throwing rocks again, and she said yes -- it was the little buggers from next door I hear in the parking lot over there all the time. I told them that if I caught them doing it again I'd spank them myself. (I won't, actually, for that way lie lawsuits, but they'll get their asses marched home, that's for damned sure.) I tend to think it won't happen again, because I'm pretty sure they got a good dressing down from their father. I just can't believe it happened in the first place! I've lived there for nearly two years, and in all that time I've never had anything like that happen. Not that the neighborhood is quiet; far from it, but I've never had anything like that happen in any house I've ever lived in. The closest I've ever come was this little shit of a girl one Halloween when I was living in NH -- I was in the back of the house and apparently didn't open the door fast enough to give the fat git her candy, so she was banging on the glass of the door with the flat of her hand. I almost sent her away without any candy -- should have, really. Oh well.

We're nearly at the nine-months-to-the-wedding point. I need to start looking for fabric and really get cracking on patterns. Time to get that sewing room cleaned out.

i feel: bored bored

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cellio From: cellio Date: September 23rd, 2003 08:09 am (UTC) (base camp)


Ooh, I hope the neighbors rein in the little vandals. I used to have a problem with that sort of thing (previous house), and some of the parents were as bad as the kids. Some didn't give a hoot and others were in active denial -- their little darlings couldn't possibly have done that, etc. I was starting to have fantasies about surveillance cameras, booby traps, and paint guns...
tashabear From: tashabear Date: September 23rd, 2003 07:23 pm (UTC) (base camp)

Re: brats

To be fair, they were throwing them at our cement steps. That doesn't make it right, just less destructive. Our neighbors don't want any trouble -- we have the advantage over them that we speak fluent English (I live in an immigrant neighborhood). My latent mommy-voice and aura came right out, though -- even the cat was minding me for the rest of the evening!
2 trips or shoot the rapids