Not much has changed. Still not sleeping well, although I'm getting about two hours in before I wake up. It's an improvement.
No crias. Yay! Although Delilah has me a little worried. She's not due until mid May, so if she goes now the cria will be a premie. This will be her second baby; the first delivery was a horrific ordeal for everyone involved: it took the vet (big guy), Dar,
sparky77, and me to get that cria out of her. As I said - horrific. I'm scared to death to face that again on my own. Hell, I'm scared to death to face that again, period.
Anyway. The weather is lovely; it's in the 50s (about 10-12C) with a breeze. Sometimes a strong wind. The alpacas are loving it.
Dar should be home on Friday, I guess. We haven't heard about her booking a flight in tomorrow (Thursday), so I'm guessing it's Friday by default. She has to take part in a series of seminars that the alpaca collective is giving this weekend; then she'll turn around and go back to Nova Scotia.
She had a bad case of food poisoning this week. Knocked her out for about three days. A tainted milk shake was the culprit.
Deb is helping a friend of hers plant his fields, so she's gone most of the day and late into the night; I'm the lone alpaca herder these days. Knock on wood - so far everyone is just kind of lazing about enjoying the good weather.
I finally saw Treme, and I'm hooked after one episode. I've never been to New Orleans, I've never wanted to be a tourist in New Orleans, but this show makes me want to be a part of that community in that devastated part of town.
I have Lostie thoughts, but they'll have to wait until I'm actually functioning with the brain and everything.
Also, I have no idea what's going on, but I have developed a burning pain in the back of my right thigh. It's a nerve, I know that, but I don't think it's sciatica because it's not radiating. Damn annoying, I'll tell you that much.
If I don't hear something positive from Immigration soon . . . I just don't know.
Look at the bunny. Smile.
ETA: According to my Visa card holder (HSBC), at my current rate of payment, I'll pay my card off in 23 years. Joke's on them - I'll be dead before then :)
Look at bunny. Laugh.
No crias. Yay! Although Delilah has me a little worried. She's not due until mid May, so if she goes now the cria will be a premie. This will be her second baby; the first delivery was a horrific ordeal for everyone involved: it took the vet (big guy), Dar,
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Anyway. The weather is lovely; it's in the 50s (about 10-12C) with a breeze. Sometimes a strong wind. The alpacas are loving it.
Dar should be home on Friday, I guess. We haven't heard about her booking a flight in tomorrow (Thursday), so I'm guessing it's Friday by default. She has to take part in a series of seminars that the alpaca collective is giving this weekend; then she'll turn around and go back to Nova Scotia.
She had a bad case of food poisoning this week. Knocked her out for about three days. A tainted milk shake was the culprit.
Deb is helping a friend of hers plant his fields, so she's gone most of the day and late into the night; I'm the lone alpaca herder these days. Knock on wood - so far everyone is just kind of lazing about enjoying the good weather.
I finally saw Treme, and I'm hooked after one episode. I've never been to New Orleans, I've never wanted to be a tourist in New Orleans, but this show makes me want to be a part of that community in that devastated part of town.
I have Lostie thoughts, but they'll have to wait until I'm actually functioning with the brain and everything.
Also, I have no idea what's going on, but I have developed a burning pain in the back of my right thigh. It's a nerve, I know that, but I don't think it's sciatica because it's not radiating. Damn annoying, I'll tell you that much.
If I don't hear something positive from Immigration soon . . . I just don't know.
Look at the bunny. Smile.
ETA: According to my Visa card holder (HSBC), at my current rate of payment, I'll pay my card off in 23 years. Joke's on them - I'll be dead before then :)
Look at bunny. Laugh.