Sweet Clover

My family is in town, and we went to the local flea market yesterday. I brought home this lovely antique bottle of Rawleigh's Sweet Clover. There's no date on the label, and I haven't been able to locate any additional information online. I think it's quite pretty, though.


Watching... "Black Books" (a British television series about the misanthropic proprietor of a bookshop)

Reading... "Red Mars" by Kim Stanley Robinson. I'm nearly finished with this and trying to decide if I want to move on to the next book in the series or read something else in between.

Listening... Emily Haines and the Soft Skeleton have been on heavy rotation.

Drinking... I've been drinking a lot of water, but  a coffee would be brilliant at the moment.

Wanting... a few more hours of sleep, new music to enjoy, a coffee...

Trying... to be productive with my time, but it isn't working very well. At this moment, I'm sort of meandering through life without much direction or meaning. A certain amount of focus and a couple of concrete goals would be lovely.

Life is full of glamour

I have two male pugs. One of those pugs is an alpha male called Nietzsche. We walk through the park three times a day, and he strategically rations his urine so that he can mark as many things as possible while he's outside...a little drip here, a little drip there.

Today was veterinarian day, and my job was to collect a urine sample. They gave me a shallow plastic tray to collect it in, a syringe to remove it from the tray, and a vial to fill. It seemed like a simple enough task, but things are rarely what they seem.

I've followed the little fuzzy monster on two separate walks through the park with onlookers aplenty, and my vial is still only 1/3rd of the way full. He peed on plants, trees, shrubs, signs, my hands... and only 1/3rd of the frelling vial.

This is not a glamorous life that I lead, but I love my snorty, little dog.

Just an update

I've not felt that I've had a lot to say recently. I'm just out living life to the best of my ability, and trying (not always successfully) to avoid life drama.

I did buy an old vintage bicycle. I've never really enjoyed cycling, but my husband bought a bicycle, and he loves it. These things are always more fun with two, so I finally agreed to give it a shot. So far it hasn't been bad, but I definitely need to develop some of the muscles that it takes to ride a bike. My longest ride, to date, has been eight miles, and I was exhausted when it was done...yet strangely satisfied.

Here's a picture of the bike. She's a vintage Motobecane, and she doesn't yet have a name (though I'm considering Miette as a tribute to The City of Lost Children. A French bicycle needs a French name, yes?)