Michael's Meanderings

So that was a full day.

First up -- tour of the alpacas en masse. The last time I was at Northern Solstice Alpaca Farm, it was with Steve, who may have been trying to keep me amused post-mastectomy. The star stud at that point was Space Cowboy, who you will of course understand was of immediate interest to Steve. I'm sorry to have to report that Cowboy has since joined the Great Alpaca Herd in the Clouds. Alpacas in the US rarely live past +/- 12 years and Cowboy was 20. There are a couple of other elders at Northern Solstice Alpaca Farm; one young lady is rising 18 and two more are 17.

Alpacas do not like to be petted, though either Zander, my guide, didn't get that memo, or pressing up against your walking partner, (when initiated by Zander), is OK. My purple hoodie, so Rook informs me, smells really interesting.  As do my hiking boots.

Alpacas also do not like dogs. I'm told that the Number One Alpaca Predator is the domestic dog. At one point in our walk, Zander suddenly went on high alert, very deliberately bumped into me, and went still.

Turns out that a portion of the Hill-to-Sea Trail runs along the edge of the farm, and there were hikers on the trail, with their dog. Which was leashed. Zander and I waited a couple minutes in Complete Stillness, before I thought to tell him, very quietly, that dogs listen to me, that I don't know why dogs listen to me, but they do -- and that I had this for him. I pulled gently on the lead (as per instructions for If The Alpaca Stops), and we continued our stroll.

I also found out that, aside shearing, alpacas are not groomed, because grooming destroys the virtue of their wool. In fact, if a show alpaca arrives in the ring well-groomed and not dusted with hay, the judges take points off. The exact opposite of a cat show.

After our walk and another perambulation around the meadow, so that I could be properly introduced to everyone, I went on my way, deciding to stop at Augusta, which has two pet stores, and (unfortunately not, but so I believed when I set out) a TJ Maxx. At PetSmart I found Whisker City "It Drives Me Wild" soft fluffy balls -- three on a card (pic below). These are crinkly, which the two that are somewhere in this house are not, but Rookie wishes me to let you know that they are Entirely Acceptable. I detached one from the card and threw it for him, and while he initially darted off with it down to Steve's office, he soon brought it back to me so I could throw it again. We did this for, eh, six times, then he took it some where else.

After I found that TJ Maxx was gone, I went The Senator for my midday meal -- crab cakes, rice, and broccoli -- stopped at the Cony Street Hannaford for a minor grocery shop, and came home to find a call from the appliance store, letting me know that, nope, no dishwasher delivery next week, but the week after.

I don't think that's going to work out for Ray, who has another, more pressing, appointment coming up, but I'll give him a call and see if he can recommend someone else.

And I think that's all the news.

How's everybody doing today?

Photo album here

Today's blog post title comes with apologies to the Bangles, "Walk Like an Egyptian"

So, that was not how I was going to spend my morning.

In early March, I paid off the installation of the new French doors in Steve's office. The check cleared. I foolishly thought that was that.

Until today, when I open a statement from the finance company which states that I owe them the full amount.

I call. The story at the finance company is that the check was "returned to maker" -- IOW, it bounced.

I look at my account online. Nope; check cleared. However, there is a noted "returned" check for the same amount after the original check cleared.

I call the bank, which goes into their files, and says that it looks to them like the check cleared, THEN IT WAS SUBMITTED AGAIN -- and the second submission bounced. As it should have done.

Call finance company back. Am told several times at length by the first line customer service person that the check bounced. Finally win a conversation with a "specialist," with whom I go through the whole thing One! More! Time! including the fact that I have of copy of the cleared check with the finance company's stamp on the back, and he creates a Ticket.

I'm to hear back from the Banking Experts in 48 to 72 hours. And I'm wondering if people can actually shake themselves into a decline.

Argh.

First cat fountain swapped. Guess I'd better go get on the second.
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And on the plus side of the ledger, dishwasher repair guy will be here "today."

Guess I'd better rustle up some lunch.
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And Ray says the motor's burned up. I have purchased on his advice, a Whirlpool which will hopefully be delivered sometime next week.

Argh.
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Home now from needlework, which I'm glad I just didn't decide to stay home and brood.

Yanno what?  I'm really looking forward to walking that alpaca tomorrow morning.

19  An Heir of Distinction (Bad Heir Days #5), Grace Burrowes (e)
18   Longeye (Fey Duology #2), Sharon Lee & Steve Miller***
17   Duainfey (Fey Duology #1), Sharon Lee & Steve Miller***
16  *Crystal Dragon (Liaden Universe® #10), Sharon Lee & Steve Miller
15  *Crystal Soldier (Liaden Universe® #9), Sharon Lee & Steve Miller
14  Seeking Persephone (Lancaster Family #1), Sarah M. Eden (e)
13   Theo of Golden, Allen Levi (e) book club
12  *Balance of Trade (Liaden Universe® #8), Sharon Lee & Steve Miller
11  *Scout's Progress (Liaden Universe® #6), Sharon Lee & Steve Miller**
10  *Local Custom, (Liaden Universe® #5), Sharon Lee & Steve Miller**
9   *I Dare (Liaden Universe® #7), Sharon Lee & Steve Miller**
8   Cuckoo's Egg, C J Cherryh, (audio first time)
7   *Plan B, (Liaden Universe® #4), Sharon Lee & Steve Miller
6   Getting Rid of Bradley, Jennifer Crusie (audio first time)
5   *Carpe Diem (Liaden Universe® #3), Sharon Lee & Steve Miller
4   *Conflict of Honors (Liaden Universe® #2), Sharon Lee & Steve Miller
3   *Agent of Change (Liaden Universe® #1), Sharon Lee & Steve Miller
2   A Gentleman in Possession of Secrets (Lord Julian #10), Grace Burrowes (e)
1   Spilling the Tea in Gretna Green, Linzi Day (e)

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*I'm doing a straight-through series read in publication order

**I screwed up and moved right on to I Dare from Plan B, therefore deviating from publication order.  I will now amend myself and go back to pick up Local Custom.

***I'll be re-issuing Duainfey and Longeye as an e-omnibus later this year, and so I need to read them!

Sunday. Grey and damp, but not snowing yet.

This morning while taking my shower, I learned that Joan Jett had covered "Dirty Deeds," which, had I taken a Moment's Thought, I would have said, "Of course she did," but there we are.

I am, let it be known, Very Fond of "Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap," AC/DC, and here we find the fundamental problem with humankind. It's a song about a hitman soliciting business, and assuring customer satisfaction through a variety of means. It is, in a word, a terrible song. And yet, yes -- I do love it. Why do I love it?

Well. Beyond the fact that it is of course always a pleasure to hear someone who is happy in their work (I'm especially fond of the list at the very end of AC/DC's version: "Concrete Shoes. Cyanide. Neckties. Contracts. High Mountains!"); it's manic; and, so I choose to believe, meant to be a parody. Also, because it may remind me of home -- gently raised as I was in a blue collar family in a violent, ugly, port city.

I also learned that I need to find a source for the particular fuzzy little balls that Rookie dotes on and then hides so effectively I can't find any to throw for him, leading to Sadness of the Tiny, Abused Coon Cat variety.

And! I've also learned that my tea has brewed, and Firefly is waiting for me on the comfy chair.

What's one of your favorite songs -- and why?
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Had a lovely chat with Sean Hazlett for the Baen Free Radio Hour. We talked about Liaden Universe Constellation Six, Duainfey and Longeye, The Wire, and had a fine time.

Rook and Tali joined me for moral support, and even Google chimed in at one point, thinking, apparently, that I had asked it a question.

For the curious, it has not snowed, but the skies have opened several times to let St. Peter dump out his washtub.

I'm off for the rest of the day, I think.

Everybody stay safe.

Look at these guys; are they pros or what? 

Today's blog post title from, of course, AC/DC, "Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap"

Well. Saturday. Damp and cooler.

My dishwasher may either be broken, or it's current state of semi-functionality is an artifact of the water main work going on down the street. I checked the circuit box this morning, and started another cycle was this morning, but it's not sounding good. I'm not hearing water moving in that box, which -- at least it's not leaking, amirite? So! I'll be doing a dishwasher full of dishes by hand some time today. That'll be fun.

It will also prepare me for doing my dishes by hand going forward, because a new dishwasher is so not in the budget.

What else?

Not much, I'm thinking.

Breakfast, I do believe, will be oatmeal, then I'm hitting the manuscript until lunch time, then dealing the domestic mini-crisis, then The! Studio!

A plan.

What's your plan for the day?
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Saturday evening. 

I am half-way through formatting The Fey Duology -- which means I've finished with Longeye. Duainfey will go slower, not because it needs more work, but because I have a busy patch coming up.

Tomorrow afternoon, I have an interview scheduled. Sean Hazlett and I will be chatting about A Liaden Universe Constellation Volume 6, soon to be arriving in bookstores everywhere. Monday is a meeting of the book club, after our winter hiatus, Tuesday is of course needlework, and Wednesday is my date with an alpaca. None of these are all-encompassing, but they do mean I can't just sit down for a bunch of hours at a stretch to do my job.

In preparation for Wednesday, I found my hiking boots. I was . . . somewhat taken aback to find that these are Rather New hiking boots. Hardly used, in fact. When I went into the closet, I had in my mind my old hiking boots, which memory now reminds me had been retired when the soles got too smooth for safety.

I've also done some research about how I should comport myself, so as not to offend alpaca-kind, and I now know not to wear strong scent, or noisy things (which means my keys will stay in the car, with the exception of the car fob itself, which will go into my pocket, instead of the three of them riding on a belt loop as per usual), or very bright colors. Wednesday is supposed to be cooler than it has been for the last few days, and I'm eyeing my dull purple hoodie, as most likely not to be missed in case I am spat upon.

I've also been informed that alpacas prefer to take the initiative, so I should not rush my walking companion on Wednesday, and that I should in no case try to pat an alpaca on the head.

I finished grinding my glass pieces, and this evening I will consult my book to refresh myself on foiling.

I put out a call on the Waterville Facebook page, seeking someone competent to repair a dishwasher, in case there's an easy fix.

I did, for the curious, wash the dishes that were in the dishwasher, which was oddly calming.

I think that catches us all up.

Everybody have a good evening. Stay safe. I'll check in tomorrow.

Ah. The second daffodil of spring.  I note that the Weatherbeans are calling for snow tomorrow.