So, things kinda suck at Chez Silverstar. Friday has been having more of those “spells”. I’m convinced there is something definitely wrong here. Right now she is trying to crawl into my lap while I’m on the computer. It doesn’t work well. I will have to retire soon to the recliner so she can be a lap dog.
For the most part she seems her happy dog self. We went for a walk to Seattle Center today, and she’s been doing the panting and pacing routine since we got back. But she seemed so happy to be out, was running ahead of my chair and not lagging, but now we’re paying for it. The Boyo is encouraging me to let her go, but it will have to wait a bit. It even costs money to say goodbye to your best friend.
And then there is the fleas. The warm weather in January has apparently brought them out early and in full force. Also thinking if Friday stays for a while, I need to get her some flea killer. But that stuff costs an arm and a leg, too. *sigh*
Adding to my problems is the fact that The Boyo hasn’t gotten paid in a while. So he hasn’t been able to pay his half of our family plan cell phone bill. It doesn’t usually matter, but I had three big bills this month, and needed help with one of them. Not his fault, the building owner is being a jackass. Or maybe he is just in the dumper with the rest of us in this economy. He wants X, Y, Z done, but doesn’t want to part with cash. He wants all the offices in the building rented out. Well, look around, there are more empty office and retail spaces than you can shake a stick at. The Boyo had to go back on food stamps to feed himself. He’s had a good deal for the last several years, now I fear he will be sleeping in his van again. But at least it is going to be summer eventually.
The weather goes up and down. We have a couple of days in the 60s, and I start thinking about geocaching, or the zoo, or something, then the next day it’s cool and pouring rain. OK, summer doesn’t really start in Seattle until after the 4th of July, but I just wish for some consistent weather. Also hindering me is that Friday can’t go with me. I miss that companionship.
I’m still knitting away, mostly making preemie caps, because they are easy and I can finish them in one evening. And Daisy Fae, you are right, I’m writing some of my own patterns. Don’t know about publishing them, however, we’ll see. Sounds like a lot of work to get it so even the idiots can do it.
On the plus side, I got my St. Patrick’s Day present from Daisy Fae and Gnu Kid after Easter but before Tax Day. Dark chocolate and Celtic music for the win. Thanks, guys. I’m going to try to get your Easter present to you shortly after Beltane. Pardon the lousy picture, both of my good cameras need the batteries charged, so this is a cell phone picture.
I’m gonna go drown my sorrows in a murder mystery now. See you later.