Silly Me

Read­ing LJ Com­mu­ni­ty Polyamory means dai­ly expo­sure to train wrecks. I would­n’t do it at all if it weren’t that I like to see what the denizens of LJ Com­mu­ni­ty Dot_Poly_Snark are chortling about. Some­one delet­ed a snark post that I com­ment­ed on yes­ter­day, which is annoy­ing. Some who claims to have mul­ti­ple per­son­al­i­ties that are all (appar­ent­ly) oth­erkin is just too ridicu­lous to NOT snark about. She refers to the rest of us as “sin­gle souled,” and con­sid­ers it a deficit of some sort.

Thanks, but I’m hap­py just hav­ing one per­son­al­i­ty per body.

sam­bear has tak­en shad­owkatt to get her year­ly phys­i­cal for Girl Scout camp. curiousmay9 is installing an attic access hatch in our sit­ting room, with the help of a cou­ple of bor­rowed teens. They could­n’t wait for Katie & Sam’s return, since work­ing in the attic has to be done in the ear­ly morning.

The attic hatch should make things eas­i­er for the wildlife removal peo­ple to climb up and clean out the insu­la­tion used for crit­ter bed­ding, then secure the house against the return of the invaders. After that, we’ll have some­one in to replace all that insu­la­tion and great­ly increase the R‑value.

We’re get­ting a sec­ond quote on crit­ter removal/security this after­noon. This com­pa­ny wants to put out humane traps for three weeks, in order to catch any oth­er raccoons/possums that are lurk­ing around. I’m prob­a­bly going to have to stop feed­ing the squir­rels and oth­er ground feed­ers, as that attracts the invaders.

Shel­ley had to be moved from our suite to Katie’s room dur­ing the con­struc­tion, since the doors are all open. She’s Not Hap­py. We’re also hav­ing to watch the oth­er cats like hawks. Sparks got into the attic on Wednes­day, when the pest con­trol guy was here. Thank­ful­ly, the attic was opened again an hour or two lat­er for the crit­ter con­trol inspec­tion. Sparks fell out, incred­i­bly grog­gy and dehy­drat­ed. She had to be bathed to remove the insu­la­tion from her fur, or she would have got­ten sick (maybe dead) from try­ing to bathe the fiber­glass out of her fur.

I’m snuf­fling, fever­ish, and try­ing not to claw at my arms. It’s a reac­tion to yes­ter­day’s aller­gy shots. Boo. Now I have to do anoth­er round of Pred­nisone. The nurse who called me back from the aller­gist’s office was shocked that I don’t just keep pred­nisone around, since I have asth­ma. Hel­lo, nobody men­tioned it before or pre­scribed a sup­ply to keep on hand!

Tonight we get to see mique_mique for the first time in SO LONG! sam­bear moved the love seat into the bed­room (from the sit­ting room) to give us all seat­ing that should­n’t have a lot of sheetrock dust on it. We’ll still need to vac­u­um the uphol­stery, and prob­a­bly laun­der the bed­ding. She’s one of the few peo­ple who I won’t mind hav­ing in the bed­room for a game.

The work crew plus Katie will be going to see the new Star Wars movie this evening. I’m not real­ly hot to see it. I fig­ure Sam will want to go soon. Any­body out there want to go with him?

My main fic­tion read­ing at the moment is the Einar­inn series by Juli­et E. McKen­na. The first two vol­umes were high­ly engag­ing, but for some rea­son I just can’t care as much about the third. I’m hop­ing it’ll pick up soon. I think part of the prob­lem is that about half the plot is fol­low­ing the bad guys and the ones who are almost cer­tain to be coop­er­at­ing with the vil­lains some­time soon. I’m not devel­op­ing any strong feel­ings for or against them, so I find that part boring.

Some­one at his office gave Sam two free tick­ets to the Renais­sance Fes­ti­val! We’re plan­ning to go tomor­row. We would have gone today, in hopes of catch­ing up with shes_precious and com­pa­ny, but we already had all these plans. I’m under orders to rest today in order to have ener­gy for tomor­row. This is one of the times when I wish I had my own scooter.