It's from that site that I'll be posting, from now on. Things may be a little out of order in syndication at first as I finish adding old posts to the site.
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Millie is fostering another little Norwich terrier puppy, born the day after Eddie and Fern, who had stopped gaining weight around forty-eight hours ago. She has started feeding again and seems content to pile up with her two larger cousins, but it has been a little worrying.
The middle of my neighbours' three young sons is riding a foot-powered police motorbike around his backyard. The bike's lights flash at random and it plays "if you're happy and you know it, clap your hands" each time it crashes into something.
I can see all kinds of possibilities in this for law enforcement.
The League of Straight-Haired Women (The Port is That Way)
I had lunch with A-Lee yesterday, whom I haven't seen for a while. She has had her hair straightened; it looks glorious.
Six minutes from in the shower to dry, she says. Welcome to my world, said I.
One side effect of the new do is that schoolchildren now shout anti-Asian slurs at her as she goes about her day.
"The airport is that way," said one small boy at the weekend, to which she replied, "The port is that way." How confusing it is when your ethnic abuse hits another target.
The orange chair was completed today and I am sitting in it as I write this. Harvestdad helped me collect it and carry it from the car to the house and within, therein. It has a matching orange footstool and I have hung my grandmother's afghan over the chair back to stop the sun fading it in this north facing room.
There is not room for dogs in the orange chair so they must sit at my feet. However, it has been stainproofed in case Millie decides to have her babies on it next week. At present the stainproofing smells like fly spray; however I am overall most pleased with the orange chair.