Stormy weather. And other torch songs.

We had more wild weather today. Dar said that there was hail this time, too, but I couldn't hear it over the wind trying to rip my window out. No lie. I had to struggle against the air pressure to get the damn thing locked. The storm put the final kabosh on the canopy over our lawn swing, and then it took all of the patio furniture on the deck and just smooshed it in a pile against the far railing. I'm talking a heavy table with big umbrella in the middle of it and four heavy chairs. Just smashed them all up together. But did the storm take the wretched humidity with it when it left? It did not. It was abysmal out there.

Let's see what else I can bitch about. (You'd never know it, but I'm actually in a pretty good mood *g*) I really hate my latest haircut. Gianlucca will never again see these abused locks. It's a terrible, shapeless cut. He went on and on about how he was adding texture to my hair with his mad snipping, but it's the most lifeless mop you've ever seen.

I'm going to put a semi-permanent dye in it to try to give it a bit more body and life while it grows out. My natural color is dark ash blonde or light ash brown, depending on the product. But can I find either of those colors? That would be a no. It's like this conspiracy in southern Ontario. I've gone into numerous stores looking for either of those shades in the Natural Instincts line, but nowhere are they to be found. And it's not like they don't exist, because I used to use both of these shades. And I saw them on the shelves a couple of months ago! But now, nothing. Nowhere. Bleh. So I'm going with a medium ash blonde, because that's the only ashy shade available in the freaking province, apparently. Now I just need a day when my hair isn't all filled with sweat. I keep hearing that this weather is going to break, but I'm taking a wait-and-see attitude.

No word from the tractor repair guys. This leads me to believe that it is not a minor problem, and we do indeed have a lemon on our hands. Maybe that's why the John Deere seats are yellow? Heh. Tractor humor.

The kittens are escape artists, especially Chloe. I was there to catch her this afternoon as she was hustling her furry little heinie over the fencing and into the bushes. I'm at a loss as to how keep her safely confined and still allow her mom access to her for feeding. There are very real dangers around here for lost kittens, but of course she doesn't know that. Dar's son is going to take her home eventually, but I think he needs to do that asap for her own sake.

Our little Sparky has conjunctivitis and a slightly ulcerated cornea. Ouchie. Andrew the vet came over to check him out this afternoon. In the horrible, terrible heat and humidity. It's not easy being a farm vet, eh. Anyway, since I was closest in proximity to the Sparkster and since he was nursing, it was easiest for me to scoop him up and carry him into the barn for his exam and treatment. Little boy put on some weight, let me tell you. And he's a wriggly armful. When we got him into the barn, Dar took him to hold while Andrew checked him out. I looked down at my pant leg and freaked when I saw a bunch of blood stains on it, because I thought I had hurt him the cria while he was struggling. But then I lifted my pant leg and saw that I was the one bleeding. And it wasn't stopping, in fact it was real gusher and OMG Andrew had to apply a tourniquet and it hurt like hell but it did the trick and you do realize that I'm making this whole last part up, right? Nah, Sparks just nicked me a good one; it did bleed a bit and I'm hoping I haven't ruined the only pair of lightweight summer pants that I own. I normally don't got out to the paddocks unless I'm wearing work clothes, but Andrew was waiting for someone to let him in so I rushed out and . . . blood in the pasture! (And on the pants.)

But enough with the melodrama. Me for bed.

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