Iulia Linnea (iulia_linnea) wrote,
Iulia Linnea

Thank you, winter gods!

It's snowing! I asked for it in my last post, and the winter gods granted my wish! *twirls*

I'm enjoying the proper decaf (life is exciting enough without caffeine, no, really!) that Shog made me and watching the snow fall—and we just had a near deer moment, which Albus ended by barking his head off at the young deer who'd come for the bird bread, pretty little thing. I will soon take my boy to the dog park so that we can play in the snow together, and then I think it'll be time to put up proper bird feeders. I didn't realize that the deer were coming for the bird bread and don't want them to consider our yard as a feeding station for so many reasons—and now I'm going to have to find something else to do with the squirrel corn I bought because feeding corn to deer can kill them (they don't digest corn well).

Even though I'm not feeling it, the subject matter of this post just turned grim rather quickly, didn't it? And the vet just now called to tell me that Barefoot's cremains are ready, which really turns up the Knob of Grimness—or would if I let it, which I shall not. I know it was silly to have had the cat cremated (studies show that one doesn't receive much of one's pet's remains if any of them through the process), but I embraced my irrationality in this instance because having my little box of Barefoot will help me let her go more gently than not (and I don't want to bury her in the backyard of a house in which we'll most likely not stay).

Again, I'm happy this morning, and I can't wait to be outside. I mean to enjoy this day with Shog and fuzzies and friends and cake! Today, there will be cake! I truly do not need the cake, but fuck it! If one can't indulge on one's birthday, when the hell can one?

*smooches flist*

Here's hoping that you have a splendid day!

P.S. Shog's big gift to me has been the recent and ongoing one of cleaning, properly cleaning! I love seeing my messy man clean, I truly do. >:D

P.P.S. I'm not sure that I'll be able to get my dog out of the house; he's enjoying the ottoman by the fire too much to even look at me when I suggested a walk. *snorts*

P.P.P.S. Shog just sent me Leia Organa: A Critical Obituary, which I believe I'll save for tomorrow.
Tags: barefoot, cat-related, dog-related, happy-making, life, life is good, links, pics, princess leia, shog, star wars

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