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Monthly Archives: March 2008
The good ache, part two
When planning out the raised beds for the garden – since the soil is crap and will be for years while I work on it – we decided on 49 to 51 4×4 raised beds. Alone, that would be somewhere … Continue reading
The good ache, part one
It had rained – a lot – but we had a break in the weather and it was time to do some layouts and cleanup, as well as check the progress of some of the things growing out in the … Continue reading
Lazy day
Night, actually. I’ve never watched Lost, as I don’t watch a lot of network television and even fewer series shows. I believe the last series I used to watch on even a regular basis was ER, many years ago, and … Continue reading
Posted in Cats, dogs, chickens, and other critters, Life in general
Tagged animals, miscellaneous
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Tastes like chicken
Mickey thinks so, anyway. The thing about chickens is that really (from a pet standpoint), they simply aren’t all that bright. Which is fine, really, when you think about it. They’re not like dogs, who need and crave attention, and … Continue reading
Death and life and death and life
It isn’t just animals that die, of course. People can (and do) die both suddenly and not so suddenly. Case in point: one of our customers, who had been with us since almost the very first, died unexpectedly early in … Continue reading
A peaceful sleep
Back on the 18th of February, I mentioned that my cat, Boots, was dying. We knew it wasn’t going to be much longer, and so it wasn’t – after all, she was about 18 years old. I had been sleeping … Continue reading