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Untitled Tentative Blog-Type Thing Entry #701125, added on 07-08-10 @ 10:11 pm EDT
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Typed up earlier.
Now we have gotten up to three juvenile red squirrels sharing the feeder all at once. I attempted getting pictures of them, though I'm afraid they're blurry, and with the speed at which I upload stuff, they'll likely never see the light of the Internet. That's amazing though. THREE reds in one spot, eating peacefully.
I now know for a fact that raccoon (one of them, at least) I've been shooing from the feeder is a nursing female.
Last night I went to look on the front porch and see what might be lurking without. I flicked on the light and my brain did that weird little thing it does; I think I have some sort of glitch in how my brain perceives things visually. Sometimes when I look at something, at first I can only see the individual parts that make up the whole, and not a coherent whole itself. For example, once when I saw a rabbit on the porch, first I saw the color brown, and the texture of fur, and the shape of a large dark eye. All at once, but separately. Then after a tiny delay my brain processed all these individual parts into the whole of a rabbit. It took less than a second, but it's almost like I had to blink and look again in order to figure out what I was seeing. I first noticed this happening to me in dreams on occasion, but now it happens in real life. It's not disturbing, just rather odd. Like I have some sort of visual dyslexia or something. I know there must be a name for that, seeing the individual parts of something and not the whole, since it sounds familiar from a psych class or something, but I can't recall it. This happens most often when I look out on the porch, especially at night.
Anyway, at first when I flicked on the light, all I saw was the color gray-brown, and shapes. Lots of shapes. My brain did its little visual stumble trying to figure out what I was seeing--then it registered and I murmured, "Oh my frickin' God." Then, louder, "Oh my frickin' God." Then, nearly a shout--"Oh my frickin' GOD!"
On the porch were
FOUR
FRIGGING
RACCOONS!!
My exclamation startled them and the four roundish gray-brown shapes lifted their heads. Four sets of little black eyes in little black masks peered up at me, then they turned and started hurrying off the porch, four little ringed tails following. A cat-sized one--the mother--and three babies, the size of large, well-fed kittens. I immediately felt a pang at scaring them off like that but--FOUR FRIGGING RACCOONS?!?
There might be even more, as later on I checked the standing side feeder and had to shoo out what looked like the youngish one of before, too big to be the babies, then after a pause I went to the porch and found the mother and her three pups (cubs?--coonlings?) there again, so there could in fact be at least five. This time I stood and watched them eat the birdseed off the porch. They moved about and fed quite oddly, barely lifting their heads, really intent on what they were doing. One of the pups clambered up onto the porch and I saw how it would feel around with its front paws and put food to its mouth. At least twice as it searched the seeds, an insect or bug of some sort fluttered into its space, and it stopped to consume that as well. At one point, the mother and two pups ambled off up the sidewalk into the darkness, leaving this one behind, but then they returned, and then the pups all slipped off the porch into the bush. The mother kept looking up longingly at the stool where in the daytime I put the pie tin of seeds but have taken to bringing inside for just such occasions, since the raccoons will knock it over and in general be quite annoying about it all. I had to admit, they were adorable. Too bad they're such frigging annoying verminous virus-filled pests.
At bedtime I returned to shine the light on the standing feeder, thinking I'd be scaring away the youngish one again, so I was rather shocked to find two of the pups up there instead! One in the plate, the other standing on the side "branch" and leaning upright against the chimney stack, peering at its sibling over its shoulder as if awaiting its turn. My jaw dropped and I immediately waved the light at them and tapped the window, thinking they would flee, but they just turned and looked in at me as if to ask what I wanted!
I opened up the window--that always manages to startle the raccoons from the plate, though lately they've taken to climbing just a bit down, then casting me gloomy looks as if hoping I'll leave before they do. "Go on! Shoo!" I whispered. The pups just looked at me, though they did start fidgeting. At first I thought they were hissing at me and that made me terribly nervous, since they were mere inches away from me behind nothing but a screen, but then I realized they were sniffing. And they kept letting out these little inquisitive mewling noises. OMFG. ;_; I kept tapping the window, scratching the screen, whispering at them to leave, and making hissing noises of my own since experience has taught me the raiding animals dislike the hissing spitting noises the most, but they were a long time in clambering their way down. They didn't act scared in the least. The one in the plate managed to crawl out and climb awkwardly down the post, but the one on the branch wasn't so lucky. It tried the chimney, couldn't get a hold, so tried to go down, and ended up hanging from the branch by one hind foot, braced against the chimney with nowhere to go. At last it fell to the ground with a thud. There's a metal crate down there, so it probably hit that. ;_; Ugh, ugh, ugh. I shined the light all over but saw no trace of any more raccoons so they must have departed after that. Good Lord, how much more flustering can this get. A frigging litter of raccoon babies in my feeder. URGH.
I have some little sandwichey things I forgot about and which have probably turned over by now, I was considering tossing those outside yesterday; probably should have. I guess they'll go out tonight. I'm not going to be eating them. I do hate feeding these admittedly adorable pests, especially since I hate how comfortable this entire family looked with the mother apparently teaching them to raid our birdseed, how dependent they could become on us, but there's nothing really to be done aside from not feeding the birds anymore. *sigh* Stupid raccoons. I wonder where the heck they all live. The woods around here seem a bit too open for an entire family of them. Well, at least that's one thing not living in our attic. 
Our stupid power bill keeps going up. The month before last it was like $40, then last month it was around $43, now this month it's around $44. Shouldn't it be getting lower?  All we have are fans, no air conditioning, and it didn't act like this last year. Stupid utilities, ripping us off.
Also bothersome, yesterday I received Chaosium's Necronomicon, and some of the text is missing!! At the very bottom of one page it just ends in midsentence!  No pages are missing, and according to the TOC it's all in place--I briefly wondered if, like so much Lovecraftian stuff, it was supposed to end in the middle of things?--but somebody on the Yog-Sothoth forum informed me about five lines are probably missing. How the heck did that happen?? On Chaosium's site they have a section called "Boo-Boo Books," where you can buy misprinted and shopworn books for a discount, but there's no mention of any Necronomicon misprints, and, unlike the only other misprint listed there (which is a misprinted cover, not text), this is a REALLY big booboo. Mine can't be the ONLY one out there. Unfortunately the person at the forum hasn't gotten back to me yet with the missing lines, I hope they do so I can fill them in. I e-mailed Chaosium to inform them of the error, though I doubt they can replace my book since I bought it through Amazon (seriously, the nasty S&H through their site makes me balk at buying through them again). How irritating, how come nobody else has noticed something so big and obvious? I hope that's the only misprint in the book, I have no way of knowing if there's more.
Somebody else on the Yog-Sothoth forum mentioned a book called House Of Leaves, non-Lovecraft, but it looked interesting enough for me to want to look into it. Supposedly the Blair Witch Project of books. *has never seen The Blair Witch Project so really couldn't judge*
I've had trouble getting to sleep the past two nights. Not from the urination for once, stupidly enough, I just can't get to sleep as easily as I usually do. I just feel wide awake and squirmy. It's not the heat, I've slept okay in hot weather before. I just feel...uncomfortable all the time. Even during the day. I thought it was the couch, since we have a really stupid couch, and I just cannot get comfortable on it anymore, but that can't be it, since I feel like this everywhere, like I just can't get comfortable, and it's annoying. Why am I so wide awake at bedtime when I take sleeping pills like always?? I told myself if whatever this is keeps me up one more night (I've lost only maybe an hour of sleep both nights, not too bad, but still), I'll double the stupid pills, though I doubt I'll do that. It's just irritating. Go figure that when my urine doesn't keep me awake, something else does! The past two days I also haven't felt quite as tired during the day, but maybe that's just me, seeing as I can't get comfortable enough to really doze off like I usually do. Just all sorts of squirmy and whatnot. I'd love to sit down and read, read, read my slews of books but I can't seem to focus on things, either. I just feel like fidgeting and pacing. It's strange. And I know I way overused the word "just" in this paragraph, but I can't think of another qualifier or whatever that suits.
I wonder when that case manager or whatever is supposed to call me? I thought they were supposed to get in touch before the 12th as that's when I thought I was to see the psychiatrist, but it's now the 8th and no calls. The phone is tied up in the mornings but I stay off in the afternoons, just in case. I hope I don't have an appointment set up and then nobody ends up calling me to give me a ride and then I get a letter asking me to let them know in advance before missing my appointments, that's incredibly irritating.
The weather doesn't know what it wants to do today. Rain, sun, rain, sun, clouds, sun, clouds, sun. That, too, for some reason is irritating me. Make up your frigging mind, nature. Everything feels niggly, no clue why.
At least the second seller I've tried purchasing The Xothic Legend Cycle from says they've shipped it, meaning it must have been in stock, though it remains to be seen whether it ARRIVES or not. Never did get that book from that other seller, and have yet to hear back for a refund. They better frigging be on vacation. >:/
I discovered a curious-looking spider in the outside doorway today, with pinkish, spiky, dark-ringed legs--it curled in on itself at first when I poked it, clasping a bit of leaf to its belly as if in protection, so I thought it was dying, but when I scooped it up in a little spade it stretched itself out and came back to life. It obligingly sat on a tree stump while I hurried inside for my spider book and came back out to peruse it; the closest I could find is a furrow spider, though I couldn't get it to show me the identifying marks on its belly, it kept scurrying about and wedging itself into small spots like a frightened mouse so I decided to let it be. Very odd-looking spider, though, I've never seen one quite like it before.
All day I've felt like I have lip balm on. I don't wear lip balm. I hate it. Why do my lips feel balmy? That's irritating and niggly. So is my stupid hair, ever since Pantene "changed and improved" their wonderful old Smooth & Sleek shampoo/conditioner into the Frizzy To Smooth crap it is now, that's all it is, is total crap, so they've lost a longtime customer. I was so mad I left them a bad review at Amazon, so suck it, Pantene, should've left well enough alone. But even the Herbal Essences and Suave aren't helping me lately. Ugh, stupid hair.
Anyway, I need to drink my stupid Activia, another niggly thing, so I guess I'll be going now, tar.
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