Month: July 2014

Augh! We’re still here!

Sigyn is becoming very adept at spotting the tiniest flowers. Of course, she has the advantage of being, shall we say, rather close to the ground. Look! She has found the very itty-bittiest of morning glories.


By Yggdrasil’s roothairs! These flowers are even tinier! "Carpetweed," the human female calls them. (I never had any carpet that looked like this.) And of course, we have to stop and take photos. Forgive my scowl. Despite my complaining, I’m happy enough to be out for a walk with my Sigyn, but the sun is in my eyes.

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into the woods


The human female has dragged us out into the howling wilderness. Oh, she says it’s a park, but I cannot be so easily fooled. There are no paved paths, no benches, no pavilions. There is mud and hot sunshine and unmowed grass. There are mosquitoes here, and ants, and spiders–and no doubt vicious beasts lurking in the undergrowth, just waiting to devour us.

I itch and we’ve scarcely left the parking lot.

Sigyn, of course, is entranced by the flowers. She has crawled up into this Beautyberry to smell its blossoms, and of course, I had to scramble up after her to make sure she’s safe. I guess the berries come later? It’s certainly not much to look at now.


No, my dearest is definitely the prettiest thing in this park.

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Who keeps stuffing the silverware drawer with useless plastic cutlery from take-out meals and those little packets of vile "soy sauce" from the Chinese place? Who took the warning twisty-tie off the handle of the spoon that went through the garbage disposal and will shred your mouth with invisible roughnesses if you eat with it (but which is still perfectly fine for stirring things so it hasn’t been tossed)? And who dropped all the crumbs in here?


Good questions, all of them. You should look into it.

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Floral gymnastics

The human female is out "botanizing" again. As usual, Sigyn asked to tag along, and I have gone with them to make sure the human’s innate carelessness doesn’t endanger my beloved.

The human says these are called basket flowers. Why? For no reason that I can discern. Still, she finds them engrossing. Sigyn finds them climbable.


Do be careful, sweetling, and use both hands! That’s better.


My helmet is definitely an asset.

Sigyn would gladly stay here all day, swinging on the flower stalks, but look: it grows late. Please, can we be done now?


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I’m actually very modest

I don’t always demand credit for my mischief.

For example, when, after tearing the house apart in a frantic search, the humans find this important scrap of paper under the refrigerator with the catnip mice, the milk jug rings, and the jingly balls, I will be only too happy when the cat gets the blame.


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Once again, Sigyn and I are traveling with the humans. They have chosen to stay at the most confusing inn I have ever encountered. Take, for example, this door near the lift.


Believe it or not, I did not do this. And what do you make of these instructions for egress in “the unlikely event” of fire? I shall give you a moment to ponder it…


1) Relative to the room in which we are staying, the map is upside down. 2) Room number 221 has been magically transported to the third floor. (Again, I did not do it.) And 3) The helpful “you are here” dot seems to suggest that we are standing in the parking lot, no doubt watching as the inn goes up in flames. (The map assumes one has managed to find the stairs, which I was unable to locate.)

Like the last inn we stayed at, this one has provided an adequate breakfast, though not one befitting the future ruler of Midgard. It does, however, feature a machine which makes a breakfast in the shape of this state. See what I cooked:


I have used my magic and my (grudgingly) acquired knowledge of this state to create a precipitation map. Note the plump, perfect eastern portion and increasing scantiness as one moves westward. The Plains and Panhandle are experiencing a drought, while the Trans-Pecos in the far west has had a bare 1.5″ of rain so far this year and scarcely registers at all. Sigyn is inspecting Galveston Bay in the compartment to her south.

Can we go home now?
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Did you know?


The humans are recycling geeks. Mess up even a little–toss a plastic bottle top in the trash and not the “plastics” bin, for example– and the female will launch into her “You just killed an albatross” rant. And did you know that if you put metal in the bin with the plastic, the recycling people will throw out the whole lot and all of the “green” effort will be wasted? It’s shocking, I know. But sometimes I like to sabotage their efforts, because pfft! who wants to save this crummy planet anyway…
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More cherries…the results

Both cherries are fair to look upon on the outside. But what about the inside?

Great Frigga’s hairpins! Sigyn, your rainy cherry is yellow inside! I did not expect that.


Are you sure that is properly a cherry and not a tiny plum on a long stem?


Uh oh, here’s another difference. The dark cherry would appear to stain quite a bit more… Something to keep in mind when purloining these lovely drupaceous fruits: Don’t start eating them until you have them safely away.


Mmmmm. We have now tasted them. The rainy cherry is radiantly delicious. Sigyn loves it so much that–Sigyn, are you hugging that cherry?


It appears we have a winner.

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More cherries

The human female just brought home some more cherries. I heard her call them "rainier cherries," but I do not see that they are any wetter than the ones we had earlier, or, in fact, what cherries have to do with rain at all. (There has been a lot of rain here recently, but surely cherries take longer than a week to grow, and the package says "Washington" and not "Texas" anyway.)


They certainly look good, assuming they are supposed to be an indecisive mix of red and yellow.

But which sort of cherry is better? Sigyn and I have decided to be scientific and conduct an investigation. I, of course, have chosen the deep, dark, mysterious one. Sigyn, true to form, is championing the bright red one.


Place your bets. TBC…

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