Hold on to what is good even if it is a handful of earth.
Hold on to what you believe even if it is a tree which stands by itself.
Hold on to what you must do even if it is a long way from here.
Hold on to life even when it is easier letting go.
Hold on to my hand even when I have gone away from you.
- Pueblo Blessing
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Monday, Aug. 13, 2007 - 11:52 p.m.
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Super Gold Renewed on an Expensive Day but with Prizes!
OK, I know I haven't been here in like forever. It feels weird, like writing in my grade 6 diary.
Perhaps I can renew my relationship with Diaryland. Hell, I just renewed my Super Gold, so I may as well.
Things have been insanely busy.
Fun money sucking things.
Like the tenant upstairs whose bathroom faucet started to piss water. I went up, hoping my trusty box of assorted washers would fix the problem. No go. Nothing was wrong with the washer that was in it. No cracks in the seating. Well, it is just finished. I figured it would cost about 80$ for a plumber.
hahaha. $220.06. Yup. Well, now she has a new faucet in her bathroom. yikes. Her rent is only about $100 more than that.
And then tonight I picked up my doggy from the vet... can you believe she is now 64 lbs (my Ikea bathroom scale must be screwed cuz it told me she weighed 70 lbs last Friday), 6 months old, and got spayed today? Time flies I tell ya. The summer is nearly over.
But not enough over not to need more flea stuff (advantage) for the cats. Fleas esp love warm furry creatures in the fall when they want to hitch a ride inside. So yeah... more cat flea stuff for the next couple of months.
So... dog spayed, dewclaws removed, cat flea stuff for three months for two cats???
... $230.
So it was a $500 day once you add on a coffee, a set of photos and some small items at the grocery store.
And people wonder why I work a lot.
Work?
Nothing much that interesting. I am doing three pages for an educational text, and a huge slew of pages for the third book in a series where the main characters are immigrants from Serbia. In this one they go back to visit.
Did you know how hard it is to find photos of Serbian interiors? With no bombs, no dead people, no soldiers?
OK, I would take interiors with dead people and soldiers, if they weren't also totally wrecked to oblivion interiors.
I found lots of prewar pics of Yugoslavia, but they are all aerial shots of beautiful old towns, and closeups of churches and religious icons. Not lower middle class livingrooms, kitchens and bedrooms, which is where the story takes place. There is a cabbage field. That I found. Not Serbian cabbages, but I am hoping no one will be the wiser. And there are chickens. I think Serbians have regular chickens.
But who knows what a kitchen looks like of people who have no refrigerator (according to the text) and raise chickens, in Serbia.
I have seen so many photos of shot people, rotting people, dead people. Autopsies performed by international forsensics teams on mass graves. Deary me.
And other than that, no one seems much interested in documenting Serbia. At least not in books. I am trying to search blogs and online travel journals. Anyone have good links to interior photos of old couples on farms? I will be eternally grateful.
OK, that is it for now. I have renewed my Diaryland. I have written an entry. I am really tired as I am still a day person, incredibly enough. I must go to slllllleeeeep.
And in the morning, and for the next ten days, deal with a little spunky doggy who has been chopped surgically, and who isn't supposed to run and jump. What a nightmare this will be. Normally she runs and jumps for about an hour, four times a day. And if I am tardy taking her out to do this running and jumping, she growls and talks and whines and barks and scratches at the door....
mmmm
Let's see. Ten days of no running and playing.
Pity pity pity me.
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Wish for da baby girl doggies a quick recovery from losing her girl bits.
gnight
me
wenchie
ps, hey, I won an ipod online. can you believe i?
I got the $$ in my paypal and I ordered a 2G iPod nano online.woooo!!
(paid for it with my visa, since apple.com doesn't take paypal... and THAT is how I had enough $ in my paypal to pay my supergold. Ahhh just wait til the visa bill arrives. poop!)
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previous meanderings - future past
Goodbye Michael. May your next life be kinder to you. - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
Taking Care of Your Cows - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
Saint Joseph robs the cradle and eats spaghetti - Sunday, Jun. 14, 2009
sticky notes and broken irises - Friday, Jun. 12, 2009
The FOODCOMMANDER - Monday, Jun. 08, 2009
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