Fear the Crab

What better way to celebrate freedom than by doing all the “meh” you wanted me to do? It’s what any true patriot should hope for. Today that “meh” includes updates on my activities since the last time I spoiled your evening with my shenanigans.

First up, I have a Twitter account. I’ve had it for over a month and so far I’m not entirely unsatisfied. I think I accumulate enough “one-timers” throughout the days to keep it going, so you can look forward to those instead of the horrendous harangues contained herein.

Speaking of horrible, one of these days I’ll play around with embedding the Twitter feed here, just so I can say I did.

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Next update:

Bathroom - Day Nine

As the picture indicates, we’re one step further along our bathroom remodeling. You’ll notice that none of the drawers or doors have handles; the selection of hardware was something we’ve been procrastinating on. We’ll probably look for something at City Mill, obviously to match the existing fixtures. No guarantees that we’ll find what we’re looking for, but it’s a place to start.

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Ziggy is no longer with us. We had a very difficult time being there to properly potty-train him, and whenever he made a mistake it was the cause of much consternation. Ziggy made some great progress, though, so I’m sure he’ll eventually get it. We just didn’t have the time to see it through, what with mopping and disinfecting the floors every couple of hours.

Maile found him a home with a great family earlier this week. We arranged for it to be a trial period, so in a couple of days we’ll drop the new folks a line and see how everything’s going. We don’t expect there to be much trouble. Maile said the new name would be Bolt.

Lucky doesn’t seem much worse for wear, but dogs show a remarkable ability to adjust. She would play when Ziggy wanted to play, or relax when Ziggy was relaxing. I truly believe having Ziggy around meant that it was just another day for Lucky at being a dog.

And maybe that’s something I can emulate. I kept wondering if the stress and difficulty of taking care of a puppy was a decent reflection of what it’s like being a parent to a human child. “Am I father material?” I could ask, and I always think the answer would be a calm and reassuring “NO!” if I couldn’t even take care of a young pup, particularly when paired with my experiences taking care of fish.

Oh yeah, I got rid of the fish tank a few years ago. Couldn’t keep up with the maintenance.

I suppose taking care of a child is extremely different than taking care of a pet. There’s a greater infrastructure already established to help support new parents with baby time, such as the invention of diapers. Plus the added benefit of being able to talk to a kid after a certain age, so you can (allegedly) achieve a better understanding of what’s going on.

Some might argue that the next big trick is getting the kid to shut up. I think a few days of being ignored and sleeping in a cage would get the job done.

Hey, it worked for Lucky.

(Just kidding)