Heading out on a weekend roadtrip with Tbus and Muffinboy. The Texas wildflowers are blooming and there’s nothing I’d rather be doing this weekend than standing in an ocean of bluebonnets. We’re taking the scenic route up Highway 290 to Fredericksburg, stopping at all the wineries along the way. I’ve never been to a winery before, so I’m ready for the fun. On Sunday, we’ll drive through Austin to Enchanted Rock for some hiking, then head over to Inks Lake.

oooh…and I just did my taxes. Yeah, an hour late, but hey. Getting a healthy refund this year. Thanks, Uncle Sam and TurboTax.

Sorry, little blog, for being away. Been hanging out at other websites, but I promise it was meaningless and I thought of you the whole time.

It’s 2:53am and I’m riding out the effects of latenight coffee at Brasil. The company was, of course, wonderful - but nursing that iced cappucino till 10pm was ill-timed on my part.

On the upside, I’ve cleaned and put away the dishes, scrubbed the kitchen, swept the floors, paid the bills and finished two loads of laundry.

I’ve woefully neglected this little corner of cyberspace, leaving all you (aka 4, max) readers in limbo. Following tales of killer cockroaches and the passing of beloved pets, I know you’ve been itching for updates. woo.  (more…)

it’s 6:00am on a saturday morning, and i can’t go back to sleep. this is about the time that boerne would be jumping onto the bed, begging to be fed or petted.

boerne died on thursday. he had been my buddy for 10 years.

yesterday i felt surprisingly OK. i kept myself busy and out of the house all day. then i came home and the reality of boerne’s absence kicked me in the ass again.

skokie’s been very, very clingy since thursday….which, i think, helps both of us.

the vet did an autopsy. she found a small growth in boerne’s heart and one of his ventrical walls was “paper thin.” i think she mentioned something like “cardio myopathy” or vestibular-blah-blah, but i really can’t remember. i was a little angry at her - i had taken boerne in to see her on Tuesday, and she said he was fine. “he’s just getting older, and gravity’s getting the best of him,” was her assessment of his sudden balance problems. in the end, though, i suppose there isn’t really anything she could have done. boerne was always rather sickly.

anyways.