moonrabbit

I'm still here.
I have to say. Girlfriend does a good job of keeping my mind occupied. I don't even want to pretend I'm some happening bachelor who peruses pictures of naked girls in his spare time... And see, this Girl With The Dragon Tattoo? Before April, that would have been my favourite movie. What with the hot, punky short haired girl who fucks everybody over(figuratively).
I'd have been all over that. I'd have read all the books by now, had a huge poster of her and probably looked up perverted fan art, or at the very least, been outraged by the ugly old man she has sex with(Willingly) in the movie. Was really outraged by the unwilling one. Those were hard scenes to watch... But anyway.
No. My girl's so awesome that I can't even imagine a better girl. Because this one even wants to learn how to do all the fun things I think it would be hot for a girl to do, like fire a gun. Hell she's eaten moose brains and eyeballs.
If I were 10, she'd be the coolest girl ever. Since I'm 26, she's the sexiest girl ever!

We're at the 'I love you' stage. She caught me off guard when she said it first. I was really wanting to, but avoided it as not to scare her off. But no, she said it. Leaving me to sound awkwardly obliged to say it back. Though I didn't feel that way at all...
Good things do come to those who wait and maintain high standards.

Still at the same job. I feel better that I did get a resume to the brewery, but also realized that anywhere else I were to go would be the same thing for probably less pay.
If they're keeping me at a reasonable amount of hours I should be fine. This will also give me time to work on my jewelery and my own home brewing projects.

I'm trying to get a hold of my new torch. From what I've read the acetylene regulator I have should work fine with propane, and the lower PSI is fine because jeweler's torches are smaller and require less pressure. But I'd like it confirmed before I blow myself up.
I need to get my sister's wedding rings made but she hasn't given me dimensions yet. So that's a few steps I need to get over.

So I went back home in June to see my kitty. He looked horrible. He was skinny and smelly and slobbery. And when he tried to wash himself he'd just smear his nasty spit all through his fur. Shampoo couldn't even get that stuff out.
But he was happy, he was eating while he was on the anti-inflammatory medication and he no longer feared the dog.
I tried to take him somewhere nice that he'd never been. We went to the shore of lake Ontario. It ended up just freaking him out. It was loud and windy. He wasn't sure what to think.
I always pictured him getting a kick out of being there. Maybe he was just a different cat since he got sick.

I'm happy I got to see him one more time, though it was hard to see him that way.
It seemed he could live indefinitely, possibly until I went again in October as long as the medication allowed him to eat. But a couple weeks ago he stopped eating again. The medication wasn't working. Mom spent the day with him, then had the doctor come the next morning to euthanise him.
She observed the morning after that the butter dish was still on the table, there was no water splashed around the fish tank, no tufts of fur in the dog's water and no hairballs at the bottom of the step.

So long, you little shithead. You've been my best friend for more than half my life. Gonna miss you.


Got to do a bit of fishing, saw some friends, and had to rescue a young black rat snake from some spray insulation foam.
It was a short trip.

Time has flown pretty quickly since then. Nothing terribly exciting has happened. Aside from every day I get to spend with the girl. I got everything we needed to go fishing and she caught a huge flounder off Jericho beach. Everybody on the pier gathered around when she brought it in. Within her first forty minutes ever fishing in her life, too.
She was gone for a couple weeks on a cultural exchange with some native kids from up north. They came here for a week then she and her friends went to Fort Goodhope, 10 miles south of the arctic circle. She brought me caribou jerky.

Seen her twice since she got back. Hopefully again soon, but she's been getting busy.
The plan is for her to come back home with me when I go for my sister's wedding. Hope to be gone two weeks then.

Life's good. I'm not going to waste my time complaining. But I'll do what I can to make it better.

Here's a few more random pictures from the trip.