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[dragonlady7]

I been so lax with my photo-taking of late. Eh well. I meant to take a photo of the compost heap pre-code-compliance. I didn't, though, and yesterday, while I was at work (and what a ridiculous day yesterday was, ugh, but not worth getting into here), Z performed a feat of engineering and raised the thing the requisite 12" off the ground.
He also, while he was at it, made it bigger, because I mean you might as well, if going to all this effort.

I have called in for today-- our attendance gets reset in June, so, I might as well. My ankle's bugging the shit out of me and I don't want to be on it. Also, tonight is the Best of Buffalo party, and I am excited. Babik, an awesome jazz combo vaguely Squirrel-Nut-Zippers-ish, is performing, as is the Buffalo Gay Men's Chorus, and there will be free food all over the place. It's a good party.

And then I have no work for Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday. I am working heavily on getting Z to take off Thurs (afternoon at least) and Fri from work, so that we can go somewhere Thurs afternoon/night, and come back in time for me to go to work Sat. It would mean I get to get out of town. The very thought of spending time with Z and maybe going somewhere has me giddy.

I am also thoroughly convinced that Barbarians Novel needs to be a pair or trilogy of books. It is doomed anyway-- it will not sell as a first novel. I am going to do a little bit of the background work this week, but mostly this week I will be cleaning my house, rearranging my possessions, organizing myself, and getting the garden set up, as I won't have any more time henceforth: next Wednesday, I start my full-time schedule.

Bah.

Z got his check from the Treasury Dep't today. I haven't peeked, but I know it's massive. He was so poor last year (ahem we were so poor dammit) that he actually qualified for the Earned Income Credit, which for those of you unfamiliar with US Tax Code means "we hate poor people but Jesus how are you even still alive? here's money". You have to be absolutely ridiculously broke to get it, and you don't get it until far later than will ever be useful in keeping you from, you know, dying, but there you have it.
I'm trying to convince him to buy me something, something nice, preferably something shiny, perhaps just as a thank-you for keeping him fed if nothing else, but you know, a token of affection-- it just seems to me that now would be an opportune time.
But he's unconvinced.

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[mother2012.livejournal.com]

Just incidentally, my friend Camille was supposed to be there - at the Best of Buffalo party. I don't know much about it, since I haven't seen her lately, but she was on a list. I (as you know, because you read my entry) was in Albany.