I spent January raising my second (and final) clutch of baby lovebirds. The littlest one, Sweet Baby Jeebus, who hatched on Christmas Day, was pretty touch-and-go there for awhile. He was starving, but wouldn’t eat.
The birds got cuter and they all went to new homes, including Banjo and Piccolo from the first clutch. I came to the conclusion I wasn’t cut out for breeding.
I impulsively bought a whole bunch of saris on sale at Value Village. (They remain unworn in my spare room closet. I might donate them back to Value Village this year.) Logan was diagnosed with diabetes. GC made chocolate raspberry parfaits for Valentines Day. Connie gave me a sewing machine.
We brought Simon home. Kazoo made an x-rated shower movie. GC and I started making wine for alcoholics (and have made about 30,000 bottles since). I continued applying for jobs, including one as a Raptor Handler. Duncan was diagnosed with kidney disease.
I got a one-day job working the election. Jack Layton and the NDP swept Quebec, but Harper got his majority. We helped celebrate a very special wedding. I found out Rita died. I attended the Supreme Court Insite hearing. We learned Kazoo was a girl. The Ottawa Police sunk lower. GC’s penis had a harrowing experience at Ottawa Race Weekend.
Jazz Festival! The Baseline Cowboys became local celebrities, and GC and I celebrated our 3rd anniversary. I got my free copy of Tabula Rasa, my Nanowrimo 2010 novel. GC’s beloved old golden retriever, Logan, died.
I got into an actual physical scuffle with a complete stranger. We went to a
I did the rebel version of National Novel Writing Month. GC and I became the newsletter committee for the Ottawa Parrot Club. Oboe narrowly escaped death by ceiling fan. I stopped taking Effexor. Mudmama named her sheep after me. GC and I took some more quilting courses.
We considered adopting a dog named Vixen. The Friendly Giants woman wasn’t very friendly. We adopted Rosie instead. We had coffee and a long chat with Elmaks’ parents. Duncan lost more weight. We rang in the new year quietly at home in our pajamas, in bed, watching Polanski’s “The Tenant” on a laptop. We made it to 10:30!