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Broke up with Avi. Feel like an ass, because I am. Wish I had more self-knowledge around stuff like this to know what went wrong. I was doing the avoidance thing despite the fact that I enjoy his company, and I couldn't let that go on, cause it sucks. Maybe next time I'll figure it out before I do the avoidance thing?
It's spring outside, magnolias are opening in Burrard Station (it's still the best station in the city, go see it in a couple of days when the flowers are full open and the air smells like everything soft andf beautiful).
I go up to Kelowna to see my summer digs this coming weekend; next weekend is the rat show. It would have been Kynnin's wedding, but I'd committed to the rat show previously, and they're teaching judging, which happens about every two years. I was flattered to be invited to the wedding, though, and feel terrible about missing it.
My little baby girl who the breeder thought was pregnant at five weeks turned out not to be, so I get her soon. Turns out she was just fat-- it's a good thing for her cause it's hard on them to get pregnant that young. The breeder'd had one case of a baby getting pregant before, and I guess was just paranoid.
We're through most of the boxes, if not into the final positioning. Bob's been sinking a ton of time into unpacking -- good, cause it's mostly his stuff, but even better cause it's some of the common stuff too, and cause it's getting *done*. Yay.
Last weekend was unreal wonderful, in the sense that it was a weekend. I had Saturday off, and only worked a couple of hours on Sunday. Looking forward to a vacation in Kelowna, honestly.
Not too much to say right now, kinda numb.
It's spring outside, magnolias are opening in Burrard Station (it's still the best station in the city, go see it in a couple of days when the flowers are full open and the air smells like everything soft andf beautiful).
I go up to Kelowna to see my summer digs this coming weekend; next weekend is the rat show. It would have been Kynnin's wedding, but I'd committed to the rat show previously, and they're teaching judging, which happens about every two years. I was flattered to be invited to the wedding, though, and feel terrible about missing it.
My little baby girl who the breeder thought was pregnant at five weeks turned out not to be, so I get her soon. Turns out she was just fat-- it's a good thing for her cause it's hard on them to get pregnant that young. The breeder'd had one case of a baby getting pregant before, and I guess was just paranoid.
We're through most of the boxes, if not into the final positioning. Bob's been sinking a ton of time into unpacking -- good, cause it's mostly his stuff, but even better cause it's some of the common stuff too, and cause it's getting *done*. Yay.
Last weekend was unreal wonderful, in the sense that it was a weekend. I had Saturday off, and only worked a couple of hours on Sunday. Looking forward to a vacation in Kelowna, honestly.
Not too much to say right now, kinda numb.
