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( Jack Panda )

Winter has been really long. Spring cleaning took much less time this year With about half of the stuff to clean since Gwen's gone, it was way easier and less time consuming unfortunately. That at least left some time for prepping the garden for planting this year. Just about done with that. I feel like all I've been doing for the last few weeks is going to work, going to the gym and exhausting the streaming services of Netflix. Which is probably because that's all I have been doing..

Unrelated to any of that, Indy is really happy today:

I think he may have found the catnip stash again. Oh Jesus, I'm posting pictures of my cat on the internet...wtf is wrong with me?

Well it's certainly been an awful interesting last few days. Kind of amused that people are pissed off & whiny about the sheriff's office doing their proper job. I still would have gone to get Gwen during the first storm...if she'd wanted to come home then anyway. I'm sure she enjoyed her vacation from me. Indy's been enjoying laying by the fireplace these last few days. Thankfully we weren't struck by the power outage, though. I imagine that was a huge pain in the ass for a lot of people. The driveway, sidewalk and walkway have been successfully dug out, now it's just a matter of keeping them properly salted to avoid icing over. clearly my life is endlessly entertaining.

JESUS CHRIST SO I FORGOT TO GET MILK ON MY WAY HOME! IT ONLY TAKES FIVE FUCKING MINUTES TO RUN BACK OUT AND GET IT, CHILL THE FUCK OUT!

I think I'll mow the lawn tomorrow and fix some of the flowerbeds out front. It's almost time to pick some of the tomatoes and cucumbers from the garden too. Don't think I'll get the bike (that's motorcycle Scott, not bicycle) ride in I was hoping to this weekend. Shame, it was pretty nice today.

Scotty, you free to watch the Mariners game tomorrow? Please get me out of here for a few hours

I can never decide what to type about. There are way too many places in this house for Indy to hide and pop out of. The other day I found him sleeping in the towel drawer in the kitchen. No idea how he possibly got in there in the first place, but he was just curled up, sleeping, purring away, getting cat hair all over the dish towels.

I think possibly in July we're going to take a trip up to Seattle. My brother Wally will be up there for some kind of literature/writing academic camp the witch my mother sent him to, so we'll probably take him out to eat and to a baseball game to see a baseball game. It's like a brother-visiting twofer. Convenient.

In other news they are auctioning off Indiana Jones' Raiders Of The Lost Ark whip and I completely want to bid on it, please, yes, thank you. Gwen, love of my life, dearest wife of mine...can we go to LA for the auction on June 26th?

Looks like this weekend might provide good enough weather to get some yard work done. Unless there are other things we're doing that I have forgotten about...Gwen?. The downside, I think I broke my finger.

Indy thought he could pounce a bird through the screen from the window sill today. I'm gonna have to try and fix the screen where he bent it, now.

Good news, the Mariners kicked some ass today, though it was only against the Detroit Tigers, so...Still, good game, at least what I heard of it on the radio was awesome. We could do with some more wins, though.

And...that's about all I've got in the exciting daily world of Panda...excitement! I need to go tape my finger.

It's been a nice day out. It should be nice tomorrow too. Maybe we'll break out the harley and go for a ride assuming the wife is no longer mad at me for missing our reservation on Friday because I was running late at work and forgot to call and tell her so....

In other news, it is abundantly apparent that Indy does not like thunder and lightning, as he goes skittering away to find me or Gwen so he can burrow and hide behind or into us whenever it happens. I almost sat on him last weak, because I didn't realize he'd hidden behind one of the throw pillows on the couch until I was about to sit down and there was a clap of thunder and he let out a cat cry/warble...sound. Thunder is the cat equivalent of snakes I guess.

It's gonna be a difficult long weekend.

AHHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Nice lawn, Scotty. Nice lawn.

Update:
I am indeed still alive. Just busy.

In addition to help Scott with his house, Gwen and I actually found a house and have been packing up our places in preparation for moving. That's right, no mold infestation, or drywall work, or pulley systems to get furniture to the second floor. No, sir. We can move right on in on settlement date. That, Doc, is the right way to buy a house.

Indy does not like this packing stuff. Okay, that's only partially true. He likes the boxes and destroying bubble wrap and newspaper. But otherwise, he does not seem amused. He took his anger out on my right ankle last night when I took the box he was playing with away to pack crap (I have way too much crap. Where did all this crap come from?).

Hey Ramona, guess what I found while packing up my house! Guess I should return it?

In other news, best song to have stuck in your head while you're packing shit up only to have to stop and find it on the ipod? This of course.

Scott, I may only be able to help you work on the house that you paid way too much for, since it's a piece of crap - that's right, you're in extreme love with a piece of crap. There I said it. on Saturday morning. Sunday should still be okay though.


[Private to Gwen]
Hey, so...my parents would like us to go to their place for dinner on Saturday night. But I would really like you to give me a reason to tell them we can't make it.

Gwendiana Jones.....no. Just....no.

( An update on the orphaned kitten before work this morning )

Someone ran over a cat in my street. Before the cat scurried off and got killed, it left its kitten in my truck's wheel well. I now have a tiny kitten laying bundled up on my kitchen counter in my favorite hoodie with a heating pad under it. The thing will not stop shivering. I'm guessing I should take it to the vet.

[Private to Sid]
Sid! Have kitten, will travel. I know you've got some stuff going on, so I didn't know if you'd be at work. Should I bring this little guy to the office, or how would you feel about a house call? I know it's getting a little late.
[End private]

I spent the evening fixing a radiator and tuning up the truck. I suppose it serves me right for spending less time on its upkeep lately for some obvious reasons, but still, I had some other ideas for how I'd wanted to spend my evening. My truck better love me in the morning, I hate hitching a ride into work.