News from our house

Boopsie, our cat, appears to be on the Have an Annoying Kitten Eat All Your Food Before You Can Get To It Diet. On the other hand, her UTI seems a lot better than it was. They've now got a much better way to pill a cat -- they've got these little fish-flavored cat treats with a pocket in the center that you put the pill in. No trouble whatsoever giving the cat her antibiotics.

We've got most of a deck put up for Anna, our third-floor tenant. We had to take the old deck down in order to fix the roof under it, which was leaking, but the new one is going up fairly smoothly so far, avert the Evil Eye. (*spit* *spit* *spit*)

I'm trying to teach myself contact juggling.

On Friday, I dropped off five resumes at various bars and restaurants nearby, trying to get more jobs, since Lis is unemployed. I figured that going around at the 3 to 4 hour would be a good time, since it was after the lunch rush, but before the dinner rush.

I was right for four of the bars, but very, very wrong for the fifth.

See, I forgot: blue collar workers tend to work from 7 to 3 or 3:30 or so. Then go out for a drink, at least on Fridays. The Dockside restaurant in Wakefield was hopping. Absolutely no way to get in to talk to anyone. But I dropped off a resume.

It's unlikely any of these will pan out for jobs. I figure I should probably drop off about a hundred resumes in order to get four or five part-time gigs. Ninety-five more to go! I'm going to go again tomorrow: today is Memorial Day.

Father was supposed to be here to work on the deck about half an hour ago, but I expected him to be late, anyway.