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Aug. 16th, 2025 03:54 pm
watersword: a tabby cat peering over a book at the reader (Cat: Gherkin)
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So it turns out that K.J. Parker and K.J. Charles are totally different people, albeit both writers. Who knew? NOT ME. I now have K.J. Parker's Sixteen ways to defend a walled city on hold at the library.

Managed to restrain myself at the farmer's market this morning, only getting three kinds of plums (I planned on two), some salad mix, a sourdough loaf ... and a chocolate croissant.

And then almost as soon as I came home, a friend called to say that she was downstairs, with her kid, and a stray cat they had found outside, was I home and did I have a carrier and treats to coax the cat into a carrier? The answer, of course, was yes, and we spent a little while trying to get a gorgeous little smokey-grey creature into my carrier, eventually wrestling her in after bribery with Churu did not work. She was mostly very well-mannered, clearly accustomed to humans, if unsure about these strangers (including the smallest one without volume modulation), and frankly the gherkin is more ruthless with her teeth and claws when I want her to be in the carrier and she wants to fuck me up. She has been taken to the ASPCA, where they confirmed she has a chip and they are trying to get in touch with her humans; in the meanwhile, she is staying with a friend who has a spare room.

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Aug. 6th, 2025 07:11 pm
watersword: A steel bridge and a wooden pier near turquoise water. (Stock: pier and bridge)
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After a day in which I received yet another depressing work email, I tried to give my brain some happy chemicals by watching Local Hero (1983) and live-texting [personal profile] roaratorio about it. This is a delightfully weird little movie, in which Peter Capaldi is a BABY and has several extra limbs when he runs, everyone's hair is VERY fluffye and they all wear beautiful tweed, the Scottish landscape is beautiful, and the conclusion is an anticapitalist fairy tale. I enjoyed myself thoroughly. (My brain is still pretty unhappy, but there's only so much a two-hour movie can do against the hellscape we currently live in.)

I have successfully killed my first spotted lanternfly and am rewarding myself with the last of the blueberries I picked last weekend. Blueberrying with a three-year-old is an excellent experience, do recommend. Both of us had a great time. (Did his mom have a great time? She says so and I'm choosing to believe her.)

Today I was woman enough to take myself to the garden after work and I was thusly rewarded with the cosmos, finally blooming. I do think I should give up the other garden plot; it's expensive and I just don't go there enough to keep the plants happy. (But the raspberry patch! my heart wails. Self, you missed the raspberry season entirely.)

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