Over the river and through the woods

[dragonlady7]

It's kind of funny... to get to my parents' house, which is on the eastern bank of the Hudson, from my house, which is on the eastern bank of the Hudson, I have to cross the Hudson twice. No, not down here to get to the highway. The highway runs up the eastern bank of the Hudson. No... it's when we get to Albany (nearly there), we have to follow the highway across the river in order to keep going in a straight line, and then we have to cross back over to get to my native city of Troy.
But. Down here the Hudson's nearly 3 miles wide. Up there it's just a titchy little river. (Troy is the farthest-north navigable point on the Hudson, before the canals were put in.)
I'm giving away my tree frogs, Tove and Pwyll, also known as Thingumy and Bob. They'll probably be rechristened by their new owner. I'm just not as good a frog mommy as I could be, and I'm too busy to bother with pets nowadays.
So, since we're leaving straight from work, I have the two frogs in a little cage on the shelf of my desk.
I also have a bucket of crickets to feed them with.
Last night the frogs spent the entire night singing. It was maddening. I put them in my closet, shut the door, shut the door of my room, and went into Dave's room and shut the door, which was the maximum number of doors I could think of to close. It was maddening, but I resisted the urge to simply set the cage in the hall, where the cold would put them to sleep. (Because it might also have killed them; I don't know the temperature out there and they can't stand cold for long.)

I'm hoping they don't start singing today. When they sing, it's loud. I don't know where I'd put them, if they did. Perhaps I'd set them in the library, or try to shut them in the drawer of my desk or something. I don't really know
They hadn't been singing in their old cage. Maybe the change of venue invigorated them. I don't know.

Didn't update here yesteday, but updated the other part of the blog:

"On Thanksgiving: An Introduction"

"Aspects of the History Behind Thanksgiving"

Been busy essaying on the topic. Also, a related post at cre8asite, here:
Time to Thank the Turkeys.

Dave keeps wishing he'd wake up to snow. I guess he's homesick. He really misses snow. It's sad but cute. He said last night that he was going to go to sleep and shut his eyes extra-tight and think extra-happy thoughts about being extra-good, and maybe then he'd wake up and there'd be snow. He keeps thinking he hears the snowplow in the mornings, and he wakes up and runs to the window and there's nothing.

This morning we had a frost on the windshield... which seems to be about as close as we're gonna get for now.
I tried to convince him it would just suck if it snowed, as they're not great about cleaning the roads, but he really doesn't want to be convinced. He still thinks it would be awesome.

I'm starting to agree that it'd be nice. But don't hold me to that in January when it keeps dumping inches and inches of slush on us and the idiot local highway department can't handle it.