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Saturday morning, despite the discovery that no, my sinuses aren't reacting to the change in weather, my sinuses are reacting to the cold I didn't realize I'm catching, was good. I managed to get through the entire litany of stuff-to-do-every-month from cleaning jewelry to mopping kitchen floor all before the RPG group showed up.
So I get to relax for the rest of the weekend, right? Right?
When Smap and L. arrived, they asked me about the deer. What deer? The 2-point buck eating my back yard. That deer. Much staring back and forth. Some worry about M's tomato plants, but she planted them right next to the house and said buck hasn't come that close. He seems to be happy wandering around and eating what will grow into cockleburrs. He can have all of those he wants.
I think he's living in my own back 40; that 20-yard by 40-yard area that is going back to the wilderness because I can't cope with it right now. I suppose he'll be okay back there. Something's wrong with one of his horns; it was snapped off at the skull and dangles disconcertingly in its velvet just behind his eye.
So that's what's going on behind the house. In front of the house, a gigantic rotten branch fell down for no particular reason just before the game started. A gigantic rotten branch from a sickly tree surrounded by mushrooms at the base of the trunk. A gigantic rotten branch from a sickly mushroomed tree that would just happen to take out (depending on how it fell) A) the power lines to the house B) the power lines to the street (and block the street) or C) crush the front of my house.
So on Monday, while I'm waiting to register Giles and learning my new job, I've also got to call around to tree removal places and hope that they won't utterly drain the newly restored Stratford Fund...
My parents are pushing me hard to deal with the "musty" smell and we think we've found out what the problem is and a solution. But y'know what? After replacing the car, replacing the fence, painting the house and removing a tree, that Just Ain't Happening this fiscal year.
And I'm still going to go to Stratford and Bouchercon, even if I've only got $1.95 left.
So I get to relax for the rest of the weekend, right? Right?
When Smap and L. arrived, they asked me about the deer. What deer? The 2-point buck eating my back yard. That deer. Much staring back and forth. Some worry about M's tomato plants, but she planted them right next to the house and said buck hasn't come that close. He seems to be happy wandering around and eating what will grow into cockleburrs. He can have all of those he wants.
I think he's living in my own back 40; that 20-yard by 40-yard area that is going back to the wilderness because I can't cope with it right now. I suppose he'll be okay back there. Something's wrong with one of his horns; it was snapped off at the skull and dangles disconcertingly in its velvet just behind his eye.
So that's what's going on behind the house. In front of the house, a gigantic rotten branch fell down for no particular reason just before the game started. A gigantic rotten branch from a sickly tree surrounded by mushrooms at the base of the trunk. A gigantic rotten branch from a sickly mushroomed tree that would just happen to take out (depending on how it fell) A) the power lines to the house B) the power lines to the street (and block the street) or C) crush the front of my house.
So on Monday, while I'm waiting to register Giles and learning my new job, I've also got to call around to tree removal places and hope that they won't utterly drain the newly restored Stratford Fund...
My parents are pushing me hard to deal with the "musty" smell and we think we've found out what the problem is and a solution. But y'know what? After replacing the car, replacing the fence, painting the house and removing a tree, that Just Ain't Happening this fiscal year.
And I'm still going to go to Stratford and Bouchercon, even if I've only got $1.95 left.