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[which_chick]

Something there is that doesn't love a wall... and that something would be me. We're rebuilding the retaining wall at 216, which is a rather painstaking process involving a lot of very heavy rocks, some mortar, and a hose. It's a lot like work but the weather is nice and I get lots of my RDA for heavy lifting. Also this morning we schlepped four truckloads (at least, might have been five) of stuff out of Melva's apartment. Melva and Freddie and Vickie and the dog are all gone. Yay!



Today I learned that my house, which regularly gets below sixty degrees F, is way too cold for betta fish. The remaining one was dead when I got home from work today. *sigh* Sorry about that, fish. I believe that hereafter I'll stick to the brotherhood of warmbloods. Things without their own internal heat generation systems are not going to thrive in my house because the heating season ends in the middle of April regardless of what the weather does. When it is not heating season, the floor temperature in my house is fifty degrees. (No, that's not too cold. You get used to it after a while, really. Also, fifty-degree indoor temperatures make the cat more affectionate.) It's still freaking cold here at night in May and I refuse to run the damn heat. May is not part of the heating season.

I also learned that apparently it takes freaking forever to have a baby even when you go to the hospital at oh-dark-hundred in the morning to be induced into labor... either that or they're too busy over there what with the freshly-had baby to let any of us know what the hell is going on. I expect we'll find out sooner or later.

In related baby-having news, Krista had her baby a couple of days ago, maybe two. It was a boy (as expected) and she and Gary named him Quentin. Everybody is doing well on that front. I have no idea when Larry's wife Amy is due but I expect it's sometime this summer, possibly July.

Everyone's doing the baby thing but me. This feels a lot like when I was in seventh grade and everybody (Just the girls, people, the girls. Not really everybody. All the seventh-grade girls in my little ratty-ass high school in redneck hell. It *seemed* like everybody at the time.) was all gung-ho about trying out for cheerleading. This included girls that would never, in a million years, make the cheerleading squad even if all the other girls suddenly dropped dead of food poisoning.

I didn't get what was the big deal then. It was like I was missing some gene, that I did not understand what the appeal was or why I was supposed to want this thing that I did not want. People (girls, again) didn't understand. They wanted to know what was wrong with me. Were my parents not allowing me to try out for cheerleading? (No. My parents didn't opt for not allow very often because I wasn't all that tractable and it was usually a hell of a lot more trouble than it was worth to not allow me to do things.) *sigh* Whatever it was that was wrong with me, it still is. All ya'll go have babies. I'm not doing it and (this is important) I would still not be doing it even if I had the parts to do it with, which I do not.

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[cassandramorgan.livejournal.com]

I was induced when I had Morgan. I went into the hospital the night before around 7PM and they started the first round o' drugs. Mo was actually BORN the next day around 7PM. So it pretty much took 24 hours, give or take. (I was floating in and out of consciousness at the time. I just know The Simpsons was on the TV when Mo was born and they are usually on around 7PM.)

[cousin-sue.livejournal.com]

I have discussed this with people who have had to have three rounds of pitocin before the spawning actually commensed. Maybe Not your real's body is being obdurate.

No, I have not heard anything, or you would have received an email.

[ladyivy.livejournal.com]

Hey, I do still have the parts and have no interest in dhaving babies. It was a *MAJOR* point of discussion btwn me and Kzin before we decided to get married that we both agreed on this point and I wasn't going to change my mind as I got older and my biological clock started ticking. And I so get that other people want to know what is wrong with you that you have that attitude. I have had total strangers interrupt a conversation to comment about how sorry I will be and how I'm making a mistake and and and.

GRR. I think it is a perfectly normal, acceptable choice.

[cousin-sue.livejournal.com]

They should mind their own darn business.

What about the duck?

[ardvaark99999.livejournal.com]

Also this morning we schlepped four truckloads (at least, might have been five) of stuff out of Melva's apartment.

Did you find the duck?

Re: What about the duck?

[which-chick.livejournal.com]

No, we did not find the duck. There was a smallish, live snapping turtle in the bathtub, though.

Re: What about the duck?

[electroweak.livejournal.com]

Your life has become a joke about surrealists changing lightbulbs.

Re: What about the duck?

[ardvaark99999.livejournal.com]

Q: How many surrealists does it take to change a light bulb?

A: Two, one to hold the giraffe, and the other to fill the bathtub with brightly colored machine tools.

Re: What about the duck?

[cousin-sue.livejournal.com]

What did you do with that? Because chances are the humans contaminated it with salmonella (I kid you not), and it won't be fit to return to the wild.

Even if you wanted to try to pick up a snapping turtle.

Which I do not recommend.

Re: What about the duck?

[which-chick.livejournal.com]

Eight years of college education did not offer me any clues as to what I should do with a live snapping turtle in someone's bathtub. I understand that some people have jobs where their college actually helps them do the job, but I do not have that kind of job.

I made Bill (works for us) take it outside and put it in the creek because I did not like the thought of throwing it away while live or freshly-killed.