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Live updates from the yurt, where today’s high was 90, tonight’s low is going to be in the mid-70s, and tomorrow night’s low will be FORTY-EIGHT WHAT THE FUCK. Hi, autumn! I think I should get a motor on that insulation project, what do you think?
* boring drive across the state as usual. listened to mariachi flor de toloache’s album again, and was thinking about why on earth I am so familiar with mariachi music in general, like where would I ever have been exposed to that in my life, and suddenly remembered and looked up linda rondstadt’s Canciones de mi Padre and put that on. Mom had a cassette tape of that. I knew every word of every song and had had no memory of such beforehand. But holy shit. I have no idea whether that album (and Mas Canciones, the followup, which I remember better and remembered the cover art of as well, weirdly) are critically or popularly acclaimed in any way, I just remembered every word of every song, which is just. Weird. Anyway, it passed the time. The style includes a lot of holding a note for improbable periods of time, and i remember doing that with my sisters as tests of endurance; again, though, I’d completely forgotten about it until just now. I nearly passed out doing it on the thruway so word to the wise, don’t while driving.
* I’d not tightened my gas cap properly after getting gas, so my check engine light came on. I know it was the gas cap, so, no worries, but it takes forever for the error to clear. UNFORTUNATELY, with new Subarus, when the check engine light is on, you cannot use cruise control! It turns out that while none of my previous cars had cruise control, I’ve gotten really used to it and it was really fuckin’ hard for me to keep consistent speed without it. (I did mostly fine, but there was at least one time when I slowed down and someone passed me and then I noticed and got back up to speed and had to sort of shamefacedly pass them again. I hate when people do that to me, but. I still, I must say, was better at maintaining a consistent speed than numerous individuals I had to interact with. I always wonder if they just don’t know how cruise control works, or what.)
* farmbaby is twice the size than she was two weeks ago, i swear, it’s terrifying. she made me play a bunch of games with her that i mostly didn’t quite understand. partly because her new imaginary friend has a name she can’t pronounce. Shellington, or something, and she kept saying Ssssssssoowingtong, and I got that it was something-ton, but I couldn’t figure out the sh sound. She can make a sh sound, I thought, but she couldn’t for this. She just kept drawing out the S longer and longer. I guess just not as an initial consonant. Her speech is really clear, for the most part, but she is still two.
* MICE HAD POOPED IN MY BED AND CHEWED MY SHEETS. Not a lot of damage, but poop! Ugh. And they’d pooped in my sock drawer, but not chewed. They had chewed through one of my gauze window covers too. Fuckers! I am going to have to come up with something. Mice are incredibly, incredibly destructive. They’re not fond of peppermint, but they’ll deal, so it’s not going to work entirely. I don’t want to resort to chemicals, but. I don’t know how to keep them out for sure. So far they’ve spurned the canvas, but. They’ll eat anything, eventually. Or shred it to breed in, anyway.
* Most of my spiders seem to have moved out. Probably because I had the windows and ceiling hole blocked off so there was no light in the yurt so no bugs, so nothing for spiders to eat. But I had such a lovely assortment of wolf spiders, and now they’re all gone! Hmph. I preferred them to the mice.
* Something just crawled on me and I had to fling it off my face. I am confident it was not a wolf spider. Wolf spiders are homies, they won’t crawl on you without a compelling reason to do so. It’s not that it never happens, they just generally avoid it. Daddy longlegs don’t give a fuck, they’ll party on your face in your sleep, I hate them. I think this was an ant, which, what the fuck are you doing out here. At least it wasn’t a mouse. I’ll murder a mouse with my own hands if it touches me. No thanks buddy. Get off me you disease-carrying little saboteurs. You’re cute as hell but I won’t stand for it.
* Supposed to be violent thunderstorms tonight, we’ll see how that goes. Yikes.
* Uh it’s not even 8pm and it’s dark as fuck, I guess we’re wayyyy past midsummer.
Live updates from the yurt, where today’s high was 90, tonight’s low is going to be in the mid-70s, and tomorrow night’s low will be FORTY-EIGHT WHAT THE FUCK. Hi, autumn! I think I should get a motor on that insulation project, what do you think?
* boring drive across the state as usual. listened to mariachi flor de toloache’s album again, and was thinking about why on earth I am so familiar with mariachi music in general, like where would I ever have been exposed to that in my life, and suddenly remembered and looked up linda rondstadt’s Canciones de mi Padre and put that on. Mom had a cassette tape of that. I knew every word of every song and had had no memory of such beforehand. But holy shit. I have no idea whether that album (and Mas Canciones, the followup, which I remember better and remembered the cover art of as well, weirdly) are critically or popularly acclaimed in any way, I just remembered every word of every song, which is just. Weird. Anyway, it passed the time. The style includes a lot of holding a note for improbable periods of time, and i remember doing that with my sisters as tests of endurance; again, though, I’d completely forgotten about it until just now. I nearly passed out doing it on the thruway so word to the wise, don’t while driving.
* I’d not tightened my gas cap properly after getting gas, so my check engine light came on. I know it was the gas cap, so, no worries, but it takes forever for the error to clear. UNFORTUNATELY, with new Subarus, when the check engine light is on, you cannot use cruise control! It turns out that while none of my previous cars had cruise control, I’ve gotten really used to it and it was really fuckin’ hard for me to keep consistent speed without it. (I did mostly fine, but there was at least one time when I slowed down and someone passed me and then I noticed and got back up to speed and had to sort of shamefacedly pass them again. I hate when people do that to me, but. I still, I must say, was better at maintaining a consistent speed than numerous individuals I had to interact with. I always wonder if they just don’t know how cruise control works, or what.)
* farmbaby is twice the size than she was two weeks ago, i swear, it’s terrifying. she made me play a bunch of games with her that i mostly didn’t quite understand. partly because her new imaginary friend has a name she can’t pronounce. Shellington, or something, and she kept saying Ssssssssoowingtong, and I got that it was something-ton, but I couldn’t figure out the sh sound. She can make a sh sound, I thought, but she couldn’t for this. She just kept drawing out the S longer and longer. I guess just not as an initial consonant. Her speech is really clear, for the most part, but she is still two.
* MICE HAD POOPED IN MY BED AND CHEWED MY SHEETS. Not a lot of damage, but poop! Ugh. And they’d pooped in my sock drawer, but not chewed. They had chewed through one of my gauze window covers too. Fuckers! I am going to have to come up with something. Mice are incredibly, incredibly destructive. They’re not fond of peppermint, but they’ll deal, so it’s not going to work entirely. I don’t want to resort to chemicals, but. I don’t know how to keep them out for sure. So far they’ve spurned the canvas, but. They’ll eat anything, eventually. Or shred it to breed in, anyway.
* Most of my spiders seem to have moved out. Probably because I had the windows and ceiling hole blocked off so there was no light in the yurt so no bugs, so nothing for spiders to eat. But I had such a lovely assortment of wolf spiders, and now they’re all gone! Hmph. I preferred them to the mice.
* Something just crawled on me and I had to fling it off my face. I am confident it was not a wolf spider. Wolf spiders are homies, they won’t crawl on you without a compelling reason to do so. It’s not that it never happens, they just generally avoid it. Daddy longlegs don’t give a fuck, they’ll party on your face in your sleep, I hate them. I think this was an ant, which, what the fuck are you doing out here. At least it wasn’t a mouse. I’ll murder a mouse with my own hands if it touches me. No thanks buddy. Get off me you disease-carrying little saboteurs. You’re cute as hell but I won’t stand for it.
* Supposed to be violent thunderstorms tonight, we’ll see how that goes. Yikes.
* Uh it’s not even 8pm and it’s dark as fuck, I guess we’re wayyyy past midsummer.
