Photographs of my week

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Haven’t got much to say right now. The end of the year looms, and next year will be the last year of the ‘Oughts, or maybe the second-to-the-last-year — I can’t remember what the pedants say. Anyway, ’08 has been quite a rollercoaster of a year for me. I hate rollercoasters, by the way. Let’s hope next year is a ride more my speed (which would be the very slow merry-go-round that’s for little kids).

I plan to get out of this apartment for a few hours, so in the meantime here are some pics from the past week. First, here is my pathetic Christmas display:

I couldn’t be bothered to get any lights this year. The cute little tree was a gift from a coworker back when I still had a job. The candle is one of those with a flat wick that makes a “crackling” noise supposedly like a fireplace. Well it’s like a real tiny fireplace. Still, it smells nice. In the background you can see my lame booze collection. Well there’s only one of me and I can’t drink that much. The orange bottle is some overly-sweet “pumpkin spice” liqueur, the tasting of which confirms that I am no longer the sweet-drink drinker I used to be. Maybe I can use it to flavor a cake.

Squeaky resteses on her pillow. Which used to be my pillow until I looked over one day and there she was on my bed in the very center of it (the pillow). It was an extra pillow anyway but what makes it extra special to a cat is that it’s one of those anti-allergen pillows with the plasticene covering and it makes a crackling noise when it’s lain down on. Cats love to lie on things that make crackling noises when they move about — paper, plastic, dried leaves. I have no idea why. Anyway, Squeaky has been too weak to get up on the bed so I just put the pillow down on the floor for her.

Here is the fluid bag of doom:

Nothing much to say about that. Last night she wiggled and squirmed and pulled the needle out so she only got a little fluid. I’ve got a second bag — tonight she’s getting the rest of this bag whether she likes it or not. I’m still having to spoon food into her mouth, by the way, but she’s gotten strong enough that she puts her paw up to try to push me away and growls. I even tried some of her old store-bought food, but she did the same thing, so her appetite just hasn’t come back. But she’s getting a little stronger.

And last but not least — remember my delicate little tomato plants, which were smaller than the herb plants I put in the pot with them? (The tomato plants are at the back.) Well look at the monster now:

As you can see, the only herbs left are the thyme and the rosemary, and it looks like the thyme is on its way out. There are tons of tomatoes developing now, including that first one, which is now about two and a half inches in diameter.

Anyway, that’s all for now.

2 Responses to “Photographs of my week”

  1. McGehee Says:

    2009 will be the last year of the “Oughts” just as 1999 was the last year of the “1900s.”

    However, the last year of the first decade of the 21st century will in fact be 2010.

    One can get around the pedants by not using the terms they’ve appointed themselves to defend.

  2. Skubie Says:

    I’ve always been more than a little annoyed by our American insistence that history happen in neatly packaged decade long chunks. But regardless, we do want a shorthand to place events. I have always liked “the oughts.” It just seems so retrograde to think in a few years time I’ll be regaling the younkers with tales of the Great Snowstorm of Ought Eight.

    Of course I’ll feel even more of a priceless ass when they look at me, eyes wide, and ask “Ol’ Cap’n Skubie, what the hell was all that global warming shit about anyway? Was everybody freakin’ out on some serious industrial grade chemicals, or what?”

    And I’ll bark “It’s time for Cap’n Skubie’s grog ration, kiddos! Go pester Crazy Aunt Andrea to tell you about the Time Lords again!”

    Oh, those will be the days, huh?

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