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moon_custafer ([personal profile] moon_custafer) wrote2014-03-22 05:29 pm

Saturday Report

Saw another robin yesterday.

Today while walking to the grocery store I saw various buffleheads and mallards, a pair of cardinals, a red-tailed hawk, and on the way back, a pair of Canada geese in the Humber Loop who were probably nesting. The female had a green neck band with numbers on it. Looking it up when I got home I found this discussion on a hunting forum last February which suggests the green collars are part of a study on whether or not the GTA geese migrate.

A couple of weeks ago I found a tablecloth with a cute print of fruit, and bought it to refashion. Today I started a dress from my usual go-to pattern and it is now about 90% completed -- I need to set in the zipper, seam up the side and hem the bottom. There was just enough fabric to make up the pattern. Will post pictures when complete.

Andrew still not in great shape; though I've noticed this week that he's been more talkative than usual, which I put down to his having found a Robert E. Howard/pulp fiction-themed group on Facebook where he can post pictures from his collection and generally hold court, keeping himself more alert and entertained than he's been for a while. Realized today that next year will be our tenth wedding anniversary. I just wish the "in sickness and in health" part wasn't an on-going test.

ETA -- Could have sworn I had a couple of extra 14-inch zippers lying about, but I can't find them. Completion delayed.

[identity profile] donald hutton (from livejournal.com) 2014-03-22 10:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Stay strong. Spring, and doubtless other good things, move down the time-stream towards you.

[identity profile] moon-custafer.livejournal.com 2014-03-22 10:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Thanks. At least I seem to be getting a lot of writing done.

[identity profile] barry-king.livejournal.com 2014-03-23 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
The other night... or maybe it was two weeks ago, while walking home in the very nose-crinkling cold, a ghost appeared in the edge of my vision, silently cutting through the air, pale as steam, flitted once, and disappeared into a fir. I almost thought I'd imagined it. Must have been an owl, but I don't know what kind. Very spooky.