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There might be soap. Also, there was a reunion.

My apologies for the hiatus, gentle readers. We were plagued by rain, which takes down my primitive satellite internet connection. There are a lot of joys to living in the middle of nowhere, but “fast and reliable internet access” isn’t one of them.

Tuesday, however, was a monumental day! For one, I took my soap out of the molds and cut it, and now I am trying desperately to ignore its presence so that it can cure for six weeks or so. Behold!
Three paper plates sit on top of a cardboard box in the Closet of Wonders.  On top of each paper plate are four chunky square bars of what is possibly soap.  It is yellow and mostly sort of translucent except where it is a pale yellow opaque color.

I think it will function as soap when it’s done curing, so success!

And then Tuesday night I went down to the Fountain Bookstore in Richmond to see Cherie Priest do a reading and Q&A for her book Dreadnought, which was fantastic. Braxton Bragg is totally Cherie’s fault. She has also met and adored the Dobes, who adored her in return because she is like that. Alas, none of the Usual Suspects got to go with us, since I had no idea if the store was dog-friendly and Roo would have whined during the reading. Still, we had a happy reunion and a generally good time of things.

In other news, there were two eggs yesterday! Today there was only one egg. But still, that means we are at four edible eggs, two from each chicken, and so the cost of the eggs has dropped to $200 each. Oh and now that we are reasonably certain that the black chicken is an Australorp (I just like saying “Australorp”) which is an Australian variant of the trusty Orpington breed, the girls have names.

The Australorp is Matilda, as in Waltzing. The silver-laced Wyandotte is Lorena, after a Civil-War-era song popular amongst the soldiers, since the Wyandotte is a US breed that made its appearance right around the Civil War. We are looking at adding a Welsummer here shortly, and she will need a Dutch name. Suggestions gratefully accepted.

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I bet you’re tired of hearing about chickens.

And there are not yet any chickens actually HERE. This afternoon after I was done working we got the roof on the chicken run and the frame assembled for the door! Now we just need to mount the frame, somehow compensating for the 4″ gap my sucktastic measurements left, and then put wire on it and VOILA. A chicken-ready enclosure. Which is good, as we are planning to go down to Blackthorn Kennel this weekend to visit with Christine, help her with her own chicken pen, and claim our Wedding Chickens. Also we will take Zillekins for a Family Reunion and also because the only time she gets well and truly sleep-for-hours-in-exhaustion worn out is when she’s been running with the other Shedders down at Blackthorn.

In totally non-chicken-related news, my dear friend Cherie Priest is going to be in Richmond next Tuesday! So for once I am going to say “be damned to a responsible bedtime!” and after work me and the husband will roll on down to Richmond to Fountain Bookstore to say hi and listen to her do a reading and probably ask obnoxious questions during the Q&A, because what are friends for? And also I bet she has never heard the question “So, like, where do you get all your ideas?” before and SOMEONE needs to deliver this very important reader query. We might even get a chance for a silly picture. Cherie is the one who hooked me up with young master Braxton Bragg, and who has pimped innumerable Cats (and a Dog!) What Need Homes for me to her wider online readership, so if you would like to support an author on principle I highly recommend buying her books, secure in the knowledge that not only will you get a good read, but you are helping an angel to homeless kitties and dogs.

In me-related news (I know you’re not here to hear about me, Gentle Reader), the semester is winding to a hectic end at school and I am up to my eyebrows in work and schoolwork and chickenprep. I get a break from mid-December to mid-January, and then it’s back to the grind. But NEXT SEMESTER I have a class that basically consists of going to Civil War battlefields and writing up analyses of the battles and discussing them online. Yeah, that’s right, someone designed a history class JUST FOR ME. I am all a-flutter and it might even make up for the fact that I’m going to be taking a math class. I hate math. Numbers are boring. I think however I might still be on track to graduate after next summer with my Associate’s, at which point I will no longer have an excuse not to go get a bachelor’s degree. Aie.

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Sometimes I am mean to dogs, redux.

So I’ve had a stressful couple of days for no good reason really, things have actually been going pretty well but EVERY LITTLE THING just drives me nuts. In an effort to cheer myself up, I played dress-up with Tink.

And then I read this interview with Cherie Priest wherein she speculates on casting for a Boneshaker movie.

And then I accidentally captioned a picture and it’s totally not my fault you guys, I swear.

Can I just note that Tink is a really tolerant and patient dog when cheese is involved?

Tink the fawn doberman stares dubiously at the camera.  She is wearing Doggles, the lens over her blind eye smoked and the one over her good eye clear, and a slouch hat.  The caption reads 'Hay Cherie!  I iz steampunk enuff for part in Boneshaker movee?'