September 2009 Archives

Back-ish, anyway. I got busy. Then the site got hacked. My fabulous hosting company helped me get it unhacked, but then the templates were all screwy, and all of my attempts to fix it just made the situation worse. Then, today, I finally gave up on my pride and begged a friendly former colleague for help. I didn't want to bother him, but he didn't seem to mind. Naturally, he was able to talk me through the problem in about ten minutes. So I've lost all my recent comments and I don't have a proper design anymore, but at least I have my blog back! I went with the default template of Portland in honor of my brother, who lives there. It will do for now.

So clearly I have some work left ahead of me, but I'll get it figured out eventually. I have much to tell you too. For example, I have baked in my new kitchen, and it is awesome. I have recipes to share! I have books to review. And I have discovered the show Fringe, and I can't believe I wasn't watching it last season.

Ok, this is just a quick post to celebrate the return of the blog. Yippee!

And how are you doing? Is anyone still reading after almost a month of downtime?

Testing, testing 123.

What the hell is wrong with this site?

Sometimes in the morning we are greeted by deer in the backyard:

The first time, I shuffled sleepily into the bathroom and looked out the window and thought, I wonder if we'll ever see deer out there. Then I took a closer look and realized there were two them calmly nibbling on the grass. I know lots of people think of them as pests, but I find them a charming sight. They seem to leave the vegetable garden alone, not that I have any idea what is actually growing there. I thought vegetables would be more recognizable as what they actually are, but about half of them are a complete mystery to me.

Seamus is entranced by the deer, watching them avidly from various vantage points:

He likes the new house quite a bit, but I think the deer just might be his favorite part of the whole move.

He really does seem to be feeling much better. Doesn't he look happy playing with this new toy from his Aunt Becky?

He's certainly carrying it around the house energetically:

I'm still pretty worried about him though, watching him like a hawk for any signs of a relapse. He goes back to the vet in two weeks for a checkup, and we'll decide what to do for him then. For now I have to content myself with giving him extra cuddles every day, and hoping for the best.