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New ways to deal with stuff
Apr. 12th, 2020 10:21 amYesterday, I cut Beast's hair. I've been doing FIL's for three years now, but FIL just wants a 1mm buzz all over, which is easy as he has the requisite equipment. Beast has a magnificent head of thick, wiry hair and I was a bit intimidated, but used FIL's clipper at 8mm all over, and the result is surprisingly pleasing. Next time I shall use a shorter buffer for the little curls around the nape of his neck. I am not, however, letting him loose on my meagre hair, not unless it gets desperate.
Sadly, there is zero chance that the cats would accept similar attentions, though their gloriously fluffy tummies and butts could do with a summer pruning. The Princess would turn herself inside out to escape, and Sable would flee.
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I spent much of the rest of yesterday making an Easter Egg Hunt for my offspring. We've done one every year since they were very small, a tradition that came from Beast's Belgian mother originally, and has morphed into a mighty and challenging Thing in recent years. My children are in their thirties, so I have to be fiendishly cunning when hiding eggs, bunnies and tubes of Pringles (my son does not like chocolate—were he not so obviously a member of his father's gene group I would suspect a changeling). After they have found all the Loot, they hide everything again, and Beast and I hunt for it. Teeny tiny yellow chicks are really hard to find in forsythia bushes.
So this year, they have a virtual hunt. I created a panorama of my back garden, Photoshopped a grid onto it, and layered in a bunch of goodies, including a small dragon and a unicorn. They have received a flash drive (it's too big to email!) and fifty 'depth charges' each. It's essentially a game of battleship, with bunnies. I hope it works out.
Sadly, there is zero chance that the cats would accept similar attentions, though their gloriously fluffy tummies and butts could do with a summer pruning. The Princess would turn herself inside out to escape, and Sable would flee.
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I spent much of the rest of yesterday making an Easter Egg Hunt for my offspring. We've done one every year since they were very small, a tradition that came from Beast's Belgian mother originally, and has morphed into a mighty and challenging Thing in recent years. My children are in their thirties, so I have to be fiendishly cunning when hiding eggs, bunnies and tubes of Pringles (my son does not like chocolate—were he not so obviously a member of his father's gene group I would suspect a changeling). After they have found all the Loot, they hide everything again, and Beast and I hunt for it. Teeny tiny yellow chicks are really hard to find in forsythia bushes.
So this year, they have a virtual hunt. I created a panorama of my back garden, Photoshopped a grid onto it, and layered in a bunch of goodies, including a small dragon and a unicorn. They have received a flash drive (it's too big to email!) and fifty 'depth charges' each. It's essentially a game of battleship, with bunnies. I hope it works out.