Well, it's shortly after 4am here and I've been up since 1:30. yay. So I thought I'd do a little 'this n that' post.
I've lived here for almost 6 months and I got my first 'you might have to serve on a jury' notice. Apparently they do things differently here than in any other place I've lived. You get a notice with a date window when you might be called upon as a juror. Mine's November through March. Yippee. I've got the form sitting here on my desk waiting to be mailed back (I have 10 days before the jury police put me on the list of those who need to be hunted down and terminated). The only question I'm having a problem with is 'Are you related to anyone in law enforcement?' They don't specify living or dead. If living, no. If either, yes. Grandpa was a police chief once upon a time. I think I'm just going to check 'yes' and let them sort it out.
Some of my plants are supposed to arrive either Saturday or Monday. I got more good, stinky, dark soil to finish beefing up the beds. I just need to dump that in and spread it around so my new plants have a lovely place to live when they get here. Gotta make them feel welcome so they bloom tons.
My desk is a sea of little piles of papers. Some of them are perfectly valid piles. The lefthand pile is printed chapters already inked up and ready to enter into the computer. But I don't know why I don't just file the middle pile and the right pile. And some of the notes in my yellow sticky pile need to be thrown out. (We won't talk about the piles on the floor or the printer right now, k?)
Seed ticks are insidious little bastards. If you don't know what they are, they're the 'fresh out of the egg' version of a regular tick. Looks like grains of pepper crawling up your legs. And if you don't catch them all, you wind up with red, itchy bumps every place they bite. (Not latcher-oners like the bigger ticks - more an eat-and-run kind of thing.) We still haven't figured out where they go to transform into bigger ticks after they make a meal of us. Magical tick transformation land, I guess. Point is, we don't see them - either way. And they aren't dropping off us and latching onto the cat, either. I checked. I hope they're hanging out in the clothes that end up in the dryer - where the heat will kill them dead.
Heh. Started that and then crashed before I hit send. So, tell me, folks, what 'this n that' is going on with you right now?