6 months

So, I says to the Boy earlier this week:  Do you know what Monday is?  He thinks about it for a moment and says: It's the 13th.

Do you know what the 13th is, I ask?  He asks me if I'm being a girl and I say yes.  He says the 13th will be some number of months  that we've been together, for which he gets a poke in the gut.  Then he admitted that it's been six months since we met.  He's a guy, so I don't think it means much to him, except that I seem to care so he humours me.  For me, it feels like a milestone.

Things are still new, but we're figuring them out.   We're happy.   We probably have more that we're opposites about than we have in common, but we have a lot of fun.  He's good for me; not just that he treats me better than any guy has before, but also that he keeps me in check (as I do for him).

He's a wee bit of a redneck, I am a wee bit of a priss.   He likes hard rock noise, I like just about everything but.  He loves horrors movies, I like (according to him) sap.  He's a meat and potatoes guy who likes to eat out.  I like vegetables, and prefer to stay in and cook,   I have a huge sweet tooth, he's diabetic.  So, we compromise, try new things and figure it out.

Next month some time, construction on my basement is supposed to start.  There'll be an office for me to work in during the day, but more, this is a means to make room for him.  Having lived alone as long as I have, I've said that a separate room to congregate in is a requirement before I could share my very open-concept home with anybody.  So, we're getting that in place so that I can start to adjust and get used to the idea of sharing my space permanently   Plans are for him to move in when his lease is up next winter.

Randomosity

Target opened in town today.  I joined the hoards who went for a tour.  I'm not sure if I'll like it.  Their stuff seems a little too expensive to be a good deal, but a little too cheap to be high quality.  We'll see.

I also stopped to try to find some new food for Tallulah.  She has stopped eating much, since Cotton died.  She's down about 6 pounds, to the point that her ribs are visible through her curls.  A vet appointment didn't find anything wrong, so now I'm trying a different food.

As I paid for the new food, Tallulah sat politely at my side.  Unbeknownst to me, she was eye level to a buffalo bully stick and decided to make it her own.  It'd be their own dang fault if I took a half chewed bully stick and put it back, but she seemed so happy to have it (upset when I took it away) that I ended up buying it for her.  I know - they do that on purpose as a marketing ploy.

Tallulah is going for surgery next week.  She's got a cyst that has gone crazy and got infected on the back of her head.  It's been weeping for too long, but the final straw was when all the hair around it (2" diameter) fell out.  So, I finally bit the bullet and made an appointment to have it removed.  While she's under, I'll get them to clean her teeth too.

Subtle

Most girls insinuate themselves slowly.  They might move something to the back of the shelf, rearrange items here or there, or leave their toothbrush in the bathroom.

Not me.  I arrived at his door with my dog and her bed.  A little while later, I pointed out that the dog would be going home with me, but the bed should stay.  He was OK with that.

Wise words

I don't mean to diminish the tragedy that happened in Boston in any way.  It's horrible, and there is a lot wrong with the world.  Words like these, however, are what keep me sane.

The backup plan

She was sheared on Wednesday... lost about 3" of curls and seemingly half her body weight.

Then is started snowing.  We're supposed to get up to 25cm this weekend.

Pinterest made me do it.

I didn't love the last piece that I'd made, from dollar store materials.  It is true, but the saying is a little trite for me to have on display for any length of time.  So, I painted over it.

Ironically, I pinned this idea on Pinterest quite a while ago.  I'd forgotten about it, but then the owner of the site where the picture was originally posted asked Pinterest to remove it because they felt sharing the idea was copywriting.  Pinterest informed me that my pin had been removed, but gave me a screenshot of it that I could work from.

I didn't mean to...

I wasn't going to furnish the basement room (combination office and rec room) that is being built.  The plan is to outfit the room with only what I need to use the room as an office, and leave the remainder of the space empty for now.

I couldn't help myself this weekend, though.  This was both discontinued and on sale:

I think it'll make a great little table to set the tv on, if and when I ever get a second one.  And, it's purple.  I've been on a purple kick lately.

Luckily, Winter seems to approve.