a wolf angel is not a good angel

While looking at flamingos (acceptable plural, -gos or -goes, if you were wondering):
Look, mommy, ducks!
No, honey, those are flamingos.
Wow! They only have one leg!

Califia’s daughters, Leigh Richards (better known as Laurie R King) — an interesting but not, in the end, entirely successful novel set about 150 years from now, after some wars and bioattack destroyed much of civilisation and now there are about 10 women for every man (boys are born less often than girls, and have […]

I know lots of people hate Disney World. I am not one of them. I love the total unreality of it. I am not going to defend it, or that I like it: please don’t accuse me of anything. I also like vacationing at real places, I spend far less here than I do anywhere […]

Dialup is excessively slow. How did I ever live like this?

A bunch of photos from the butterfly gardens here. About half of these photos I took and the other half my sister took. Hers are generally better than mine, but if you can guess which I took and praise those more — well, it’s *my* blog, right?

The first few rooms are filled with butterflies everywhere. […]

I was going to post nice butterfly and bird photos, or about today’s retail therapy, but (and this is me on vacation):
Apparently my boss forgot when I said I was leaving for vacation, so I left “early”. (I did: at 3 instead of 4:30, because of the cat situation, but the end-of-the-day thing wasn’t new.) […]

Last night was fun, for some definitions of fun that include a total utter lack of fun.
I couldn’t sleep. Now, I also slept probably 14 hours in the car (happy! (otc) sleeping! pill!), so not being tired was sort of expected, but being awake until 5 or so? Not really. What was particularly fun was […]

I went to the vet to say goodbye; I patted her head while she died. And cried and cried, the rest of the day and much of today, too. It’s better in many ways, that it was now, and it’s not at all unexpected — but still.
I’m in Florida now — we left shortly after […]

It’s cancer

Brady is at the vet. We’re leaving for two weeks, and she’s at the vet, and they don’t know what’s wrong. Kidney failure? Cancer? Could be.
My mother couldn’t find her this morning. Eventually she found her, hiding under a table in the furnace room. She’s never done that before. So they brought her to […]