Take Two

[greenstorm]

See, I haven't been doing this for long enough that I'm out of the habit of creating long enough spaces to write in. Fifteen minutes and I get distracted. I got through rats, but not climbing or work, see?

More rats, though: there's a litter from good, semi-related lines in Washington that has a black-eyed white in it, and that's one of my breeding goals for Silver. Now the thing about rats is, you can't breed a female to a male that isn't big enough to dominmate her, usually. Then again, we are talking about Silver, who really doesn't mind being dominated much. She's also my all-time favourite wonderful girlie, so making sure her line continues as much as possible seems like a good thing. Silver was born on March 15, and this little boy was born last week. The oldest I'd want to breed her is maybe fifteen months, and boy rats keep growing till they're about a year. Hmm.

Rain and Honeypie, by the way, are achieving a nice big-squishy-boy size, which makes me so happy. I love big boy rats. I can't wait till the babies I'm keeping from Lightening's litter, Hector and Paris and Aeneus, get big. I mean, they're tiny and cute now, which is awesome, but Paris is going to be this huge amazing laid-back snuggle machine...

Climbing-wise, I've had an awesome time in the past couple of weeks. I took my course about a month ago now, and I've been climbing three times a week with only one day missed since then. After a good hard climbing session I feel wonderful, clear-headed and happy, and I'm developing the most amazing muscles on my arms, hands, and back. I'm also more-or-less conquering my fear of heights, though if I don't go through the routine of getting ready at my house and walking to the climbing gym it's much harder to deal with, as it is if there are new people climbing with us that day. It's definitely a distraction or lack of focus thing.

the freaking shift key on this keyboard is broken. i'm going to give up hammering on it for the rest of the most and just type.

at work, the poinsettas are just about gone. there's some sort of intense irony there, because all the poinsettas in cap mallhave finally been replaced enough times that they're looking good. first all the white ones died because they were just a bad batch from the greenhouse, then some kid ran through the big bed and broke them all off, then the mall lost power for three days (creepy to work inside, but kind of fun) and they all got cold. now they all look perfect, just in time to die.

i'll be able to work excessively at oakridge mall, though, since my company gets the contract there starting jan 1st. i'll get to prune the black olives in there the first night, which will be really exciting. just think of having that kind of before and after picture on my resume! also think of the hooligan-like fun running around a closed mall and chopping at trees and ripping out plants!

last week i got a big mama djembe for myself, so i'd have it for solstice, cause that seems like the right time to be breaking in a new drum. she's got a really nice sound, and i'm happy to have her.

this lack of shifting is killing me. laters.

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I dunno...if Silver desperatly tried to submit to Sprite, of all rats, it just might work.