Mr. Crankypants, before his morning ginger snap.
Went to see X-Men III last night – don’t bother. Luna’s away at doggie camp until tomorrow because she’s in heat and needs the diversion of romping with other dogs all day (and we need the sleep). We bought another Alpaca yesterday, a three-year-old white wether (neutered male) to keep Nina and Inti company. He arrives tomorrow. That’s my week thus far. How about you?
but it doesn’t smell like a carrot.
Hi Keres, so you did get the new alpaca last night? Cool… I’m sure they’ll appreciate the company. Besides, you just need more critters, right?
I doubt I’ll ever reach my high of 56 animals again, but one or two more wouldn’t hurt. š
and when you get back up to 56 again, you can look quite innocent and claim you can’t imagine how that happened.
Exactly!
Ha! Not if I have anything to do with it Andi.
holds aloft thermostat
Dang! I was hoping you wouldn’t see this little admission o’ mine.
Not to worry, I’m showing much more restraint in my old age.
Sorry, didn’t mean to expose your strategy. But hey since myriad’s now attuned to heat … welding equipment.
Albert received a Bachelor’s degree in carpentry and is now working on a Doctoral program in Overwhelming Cute-titude?
Actually Albert got his BA in Philosophy, specializing (as he is a Miniture French Lop) in the French Deconstuctionists, such as Michael Foucault. He is very good at taking things apart.
As for his Ph.d prospects, I rather suspect that he will gravitate towards a Animal Behavior specialty – so that he can better understand, and control, ours.
I’m certain he already has a post-grad degree, and is in far greater control of you than you are aware.
Ginger snap in the morning. I’d be cranky too if I didn’t have it first thing. š
I feel the lack all-too-well at the moment, as I’m on a glutin free diet for another week-and-a-half. Morning tea without ginger snaps is just wrong.
How is that diet going?
I’m not sure. My allergies have actually gotten a bit worse, especially my asthma. I might give the naturopath a call today and see what she thinks.
My youngest daughter had asthma very bad and I know how it can get. You be careful.
Fortunately my asthma has never gotten to a life threatening stage. I usually just get a slightly tight chest with a nagging cough.
That’s good to hear keres. I don’t mean good to hear, but from experiences with my daughter, it could be much worse.
For those of you following the progress of Albert’s handywork (paw-ywork?), here’s the frame of the kitchen cabinet in place.
Very nice! Speaking as an amateur re-haber and plumber, that looks very good. And you’ve left lots of nice space for under the cabinet junk, plus the inevitable on-your-back agony of changing the faucet someday.
Thanks Kidspeak. The cabinet was built specifically to hold a drawer-style dishwasher (which I installed Tuesday in the upper left-hand opening).
Below that will be a large drawer for pots and pans. Under the sink will be a pull-out refuse bin, and the right-hand 40cm will ultimately hold drawers for utensils and the like. Since getting the dishwasher and the sink in was my first priority, I’ve only built those portions thus far.
It’s a much bigger sink and counter top than what was in there before, so in addtion to the dishwasher, we’re also enjoying the extra work space.
And yes, I alway leave room to go back and fix or retro-fit. Much of my swearing aimed at the current state of the house has to do with the lack of said space in the original construction.
Yes, I understand out cursing old work.
We’ve been there exactly, with ourselves to blame. We just recently installed a new faucet in a cabinet that we built (or assembled and partly built, to be accurate). We thought the thing was very tightly on, until our largest cat, who is very large, did his number pushing repeatedly against the faucet head to try to get it to drip, as the old faucet did. Result: he loosened it. Now we are facing another gymnastic feat to re-tighten the thing, cursing ourselves for putting the dishwasher where we did, and me for my over-plumbing (my first work at doing this). I’d be embarrassed to show you the picture!.
Your work, however, looks very neat and precise. Good plans for the kitchen work area, too. I’m envious, though, of course, we are much more skilled now than we were 12 years ago when we started with taking out the kitchen to the studs.
for Jim to realize that he doesn’t really need that nap.
The quiet desperation in those faces! How could anyone sleep with all those eyes trained upon them?
at least I know that my heart is capable of breaking into three pieces at once. What a great pic, Andi! I can almost see that solitary tear dropping from Sniff’s eyes as he begs for some attention.
Thanks, Manny. I think Sniff was especially sad because there were fingers in sight and they weren’t scratching.
what a ham! Camera? Is there a camera around?
The other two are oblivious to you.
of an unflinching basset hound
of Bud carefully explaining to you exactly who is in charge.
That’s Bud saying, “Manny I want to go see FM.” Hah.
One day Manny, I’m going to talk Bud into coming for a visit.
you can only wish FM!
… be still my heart! š
I love Albert diaries. I know you say he’s a curmudgeon, but it’s hard to believe because he’s soooo cute.
This diary illustrates so well that thing I have trouble convincing non-pet people about: Animals control human behavior. The picture of the the dogs focusing their attention so intently illustrates this so well.
Almost daily we get caught in a feline sleep vortex. We yawn, we look up from our chained-to-the-keyboard location or wherever we are and there will be multiple cats who have positioned themselves around us, all asleep. If you draw lines from one cat to the others, the lines all pass through us. Try as you might, it is impossible to remain awake in this location, try as you might. The Cat Sleep Vortex is at work. Struggle as you will, be it 10 am, 3 pm, or 2 in the morning, you are being sucked in, and you must sleep.
Of course, when insomnia has its grip on you, the dastardly felines, even the Gang of Four, are not sleeping. They are conspiring to keep you awake by loudly demanding attention in one form or another.