07.22.06
Posted in Drunken Jeci! at 1:15 am by jeci
I think there’s something wrong with the beer at O’Byrnes. If you have nine or ten of them, you feel a little oogy after. Also? If your cat wakes you up eight or nine times and manages to rouse you from your bed–where you had collapsed in a partial state of undress and were happily passed out, slack-jawed and sticky–you will have a nice pounding headache from lack of a proper sleeping-it-off.
About the cat waking me up, apparently she just wanted me to be there while she pooed. She howled and cried and scratched the dresser and jumped on my pillow until I finally got up and followed her into the hallway to see what was the matter. Here, I paused to clutch at the wall to gain my bearings and, having got my attention, she merrily hopped into the litter box and did a number two, watching me the whole time. IT HAS COME TO THIS. And all I could do was cling to the wall and process this turn of events through the still-drunk haze of my mind, the room swirling around me.
Somebody, please help me. I need some water and I can’t move.
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07.15.06
Posted in Big Agnes at 9:27 am by jeci
“Thanks for choosing a Big Agnes tent! We are confident you will enjoy sleeping with Big Agnes for a long time to come.”
The Seedhouse SuperLite 2. At 1.4 kilograms, it’s excellent for biking across Canada. Or, if you prefer, camping in your living room.
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07.13.06
Posted in The Farm at 1:05 pm by jeci
Earl. My widdle baby bitty kitty bunky boogaloo, Earl. AKA, The World’s Cutest Barn Cat Ever. I wish I could take my baby bunkin home with me, but he needs to stay in the barn with his momma. I keep telling Husband that it’s been a long time since we heard the pitter patter of little kitty feet in the house, but it’s not working. He says we don’t need another mouth to feed! But look! Look at his faaaaaaaacccce! Look how cuuuuuuuuutttte!
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07.02.06
Posted in Photos, Sparkle at 11:07 am by jeci
I haven’t been blogging because summer showed up and I have been drinking in every moment and soaking in every ray of sun. Winter is long, long, long here and summer is short, but so, so sweet, and you feel afraid to miss a single minute of the sunny life. So instead of blogging, I have been having my coffee on the balcony in the morning sun and listening to the chatter of magpies. When I walk home, I have to pause on the bridge because the river is a dancing, sparkling, green gem, and at night, we sip chilled white wine on the balcony in that delicious, slanting golden light of a summer’s evening. I have been drinking iced tea and going to barbeques and eating strawberry rhubarb pie and getting freckles on my arms and funny flip flop-shaped tan lines on my feet. And last weekend, we slipped away to the mountains and the heat had softened the Rockies in an indigo haze and the sides of the road were bursting with wildflowers, and it was that one incandescent weekend that I will remember in February when I struggle under the lackluster dullness of winter and yearn again for summer.
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