No. 118 (essentialsaltes) wrote,
No. 118

woke up, got out of bed, dragged a comb across my head

Then attacked the so-called lawn with the mower. I swear the vegetation is after me. The egg-shaped bush in the front yard reached out and stabbed my left pinky as I mowed passed it. It drew blood, the bastard. Then the trees in the backyard curled their clawlike branches into my hair, stabbing my neck with green, itchy fury. End result, the weeds have been chopped off to a level where they are indistinguishable from grass. I have succeeded in my personal goal of keeping our lawn the second-worst on the block.
Afterwards, I attempted to shower off the plant venom, and then went off to pick up a half-birthday prezzie for Rebecca. It will be interesting to see how long it takes her to notice it. Thence to the mad world behind the Orange Curtain, to have lunch with mom and the stepdad. Stepdad has been in and out of the hospital recently, though he finally seems to be on the mend. I have already learned about this in great detail, and I will spare you any further discussion of catheters and my stepfather's wazoo. But because I can, and because I know people cannot resist links, I provide this as a helpful service.
We had lunch at a BJ's in the OC. All went pretty smoothly. Given the stepdad's medical woes, he seems to have become yet more religious (bad) and dedicated to reforming his unhealthy habits (good, for him anyway). He thanked God for everything, including his union pension. I put in a good word for organized labor as the instrument of God's will.
Returned home and watered the plants (mostly to show that there were no hard feelings) with a glass of crappy white wine in my hand. I've had no success yet in finding a decent cheap white at Trader Joe's. Possibly it's just that I don't care for white wine. Afterwards, took a nap, and the cat ingratiated herself by curling up next to me and pressing the top of her flat little head against my side. Clearly, she's decided that Becca's not coming back, and she'd better suck up to the remaining monkey with opposable thumbs and access to cans of catfood.
On a totally separate note, the current issue of Scientific American arrived, and from cover to cover, from tiny research blurb to full-scale article, it's one of the juiciest, brain-fizzing issues I can ever remember. Either that, or it's the wine talking. Anyway, if you have any leanings towards science, I recommend the issue, with all sorts of crazy stuff from inducing hibernation in non-hibernating mammals by administering H2S, to the profile of the guy studying assisted suicide and euthanasia who's been dropped from several universities, to gamma ray bursts and inconstant constants and antimatter to super-early human artifacts to.... well, you get the idea.

And now adieu.
Tags: bio, science

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