cat on roof

I think it was the best LKVT ever! And does that look a little too much like LGBT? Hmmmm. Food was freakin' fantastic. Particularly (and I generally prefer savory) the sweet potato casserole with pecan topping. Raw pecans mixed with a dash of cayenne, cumin, salt, brown sugar and, as a substitute for egg white, 2 tablespoons of homemade applesauce. Num. Also got a bunch of fresh figs from the garden and I cooked them up ALL day yesterday so that sometime this week I can make my homemade fig newtons. If only I had a good floral apron. Must move from computer to knitting. Drew up my final dry erase calendar for California this morning. Many show days few knitting days. And I'm thinking we should pack up our stuff sometime. What am I doing here with you peop...

Gobble gobble gobble. Slept in today. Never happens. Ever. But I guess since everybody has today off, the entire Mission decided to get a good drunk on and rip the neighborhood to pieces. There was screaming and yelling and car alarms and police sirens and a brief rainstorm (probably not caused by the drunks) and Lucille hissing at Foxy (again, not necessarily drunk-related) and then, to top it all off, a car horn that some dumb ass sat on for about 20 minutes shortly after 4am. If I had the strength, I would have packed a bag, jumped in the car and headed for my new life in the early morning hours. But, the Yogini reminds me that it is exactly a month from today that we could potentially hit the road. Yee. Haw. Sleepy. Having Little Knitter's Vegetarian Thanksgiving. Whilst knitting. It is quite a masterpiece of flexibility and gourmet cookery. Have a slice of blueberry pie for the Yogini.

I've been ignoring the slugs. And the move. And I told you that that was all I had right now. So am I swirling in empty darkness? No. Remember, this is Skycat.I am also even not going to proof today. Huzzah! Of course, I will knit. I sent the Yogini out for a morning walk. And now, for 20 minutes or so, I will pretend I am in my new home where there are many rooms and even if you really really love someone, you can be alone without wandering the streets. Where you are not alone anyway. And the morning drunks are sure to remind you of this as you sidestep feces and vomit and....sorry, it's early here, so this might be the first thing I read today. No more talk of icky street goo. There will be a few inches of snow at Tahoe today. Fog for me. If I fall asleep on the couch Lucille is less likely to wake us through the night. Also, if I sleep on the inside of the bed, rather than the edge, I can ignore her late night scratchings and leave it to the Yogini. Shhhhh. Don't tell her.

It was early morning yesterday...I was up before the dawn. Okay, I'm actually referring to today. Lucille Gardenia - and that is her actual name, I DON'T CARE - keeps waking us up all night long. All night. She is nearly ten years old and she has never figured out how to let me sleep through the night. When we get the big house she will sleep in the basement or at least two closed doors away from me. (If anyone other than my Two Readers is reading, perhaps they think I am planning to lock my child in the basement - tee hee.) Today I will knit only black yarn and it shall hence forth be known as black tuesday. And that will be a good thing, because I am out of all scarf sizes in black.

Greetings from the rooftop. Very very very bad show this weekend. Sold almost nothing. But there were only 9 slugs tonight. Too bad you can't buy a house with a sack of slugs. The Yogini has serious breck-girl hair. Right now. I'm looking, and it's true. Been having a recurring dream, and I didn't notice it was about anything much until I described it over coffee. Just a journey through semi-country to a house. The house is cool - warm, actually - but all I ever really focus on is the trek to the house. And I couldn't figure this out? Yup, it's true. And that is an excellent illustration of capricornious-naivete. (See, I'm on a journey to get a house far from the city....)

Slugs appear to have disappeared. But first, birthday margaritas turned to wine, margaritas, whiskey then beer. Does the old adage apply in this instance? Can I never fear? Am I sick, and I just haven't noticed yet? Fun and laughter from the rooftop to the velvet cantina to the latin american club. Proofing, but trying to keep up on this thing. Only two slugs last night and one was already dead. Putting out beer again tonight - for slugs, not women. We'll see.

Slug update: It took me two days because the first attack was a disaster. No, they did not attack back, but there were no captures. Tried this thing (with beer, of course) where you cut off the top of a water bottle and then invert it in bottle, lay it on its side and wait for them to crawl in...because supposedly they can't get out. Not true. They all got out. So, we set out (oh, and by we, I mean the Yogini)5 beer plates and planned an ongoing slug retrieval for last night. Every hour she donned her head lamp and a bag and then cleaned the traps. We didn't play cards last night, but the Yogini did get in a round of.....52 pick-up!!!! Tonight we celebrate her birthday with margaritas and friends. Tomorrow, we go back in. (And by we, I mean she.)

As per move - as slugs and move are all I've got right now - saw an awesome house with a 3 car detached garage (studio) and 4.5 acres. Just barely outside of preferred town. Sending in the relatives to check it out. Whilst drooling and dreaming.

And I forgot to mention the slugs. We have a...rooftop....garden and who the hell knew. There are hundreds of them. That is no exaggeration. They only come out at night, so I am even more frightened than I should be. Last night in the pouring rain they started a march indoors. I was drying a wet cat when I saw them. And screamed and ran and sent the yogini to the front. How to be green and peaceful and yet destroy them all? I have done some research. I know what to do. If only I had ducks.

The yogini and I are moving across the country to the state that makes them all say why. And a minute ago I got shaky and nervous and thought that maybe I should take valium from now til then so as to not get too disturbed. Then I thought about how that goes against most of what I think I believe and I decided to try to feel the feelings I'm feeling even though many of them are super scary right now. Not to suggest that they are not surrounded by excited and hopeful and curious. They are. But those don't make me quake in this particular situation.