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Wax has been reading the tags and comments on the Tumblr summary post of the Ana Mardoll Works for Lockheed Martin contoversy for thirty minutes or so. A little while ago she read out "Making bombs is no worse than mining ore" and just now she read out "Is working for Lockheed Martin morally okay if they give trans people healthcare?"

We did an awesome job of cleaning the entire downstairs of our house a month ago or so before the family overnight visits, and we also did a good job of keeping it that way more or less for a couple of weeks, but we are now once again at a stage where there would have to be several hours of sweeping and vacuuming in the livingroom alone to catch up with the bunny detritus. Bunnies scatter a lot of hay and a lot of dry and odorless little poop pellets everywhere. Also yesterday I brought in some little branches so there are big piles of maple seeds and leaves all over the middle of the room. I KNOW it always happens but still every time the main living area looks good for a couple of weeks I'm like "YES, we're FINALLY adulting correctly and have turned over a new leaf and are going to live like this forever!!!" Wax has another vacation coming up soon and we should tentatively have at least one set of people visiting (the younger goth lesbian cornish rex breeders who sold us Tristana, whom we have invited to meet Snookums and see her glorious and tiny final form). We talked about having over my work pal from the Red Cross store, Ella, who now works at Ikea, but she's recovering from covid-19 now, so she should do as little as possible for the next while.

As most readers of my blog will be aware, we moved to our current small island town (ca. 11k people) about 40 minutes out from Turku a few years ago, and were immediately blindsided by everything about the move going wrong, a pipe exploding and flooding the basement and breaking our hot water heater, and then my MIL dying suddenly and leaving the house half-renovated and all the money tied up in probate until well into the pandemic. So, obviously, we never got around to doing a lot of the things we intended to do 'when we got settled in', including: getting a new GP (both); getting tested for ADHD (me); finding a knitting circle (both); finding a pottery class (me); finding an early music class (me); finding a yoga class (me); finding a way to volunteer for the set dressers in the local community theater (me); starting to go on forest hikes regularly. We still haven't done any of that, not even the ones that weren't specifically kneecapped by the pandemic. Another thing we haven't done is find some way to keep up with local events. There's a free newspaper every month, but it's mostly ads and human interest stories, so... I've never remembered to look at it for information before I use it to line the bunny litter boxes. We just never remember to check, and we don't know anybody at all in town because of all the above stuff we never did, and the other thing we haven't got to do since we moved here was go to the county farm fair, where there are sheep and goats and llamas and chickens and horses you can pet and local crafts and things, because until this year it was canceled because of the pandemic! (The indoor-nature of the pandemic was a delayed piece of news around here.) And we didn't actually realize that it was going to happen this year or know when, but it was Saturday and we missed it. Wax had to work anyway, but I could have walked down there I guess. I might have. Probably not, but on the other hand... animals!

Speaking of animals, the cats are still horribly oppressed by having their ears cleaned and medicated and they hate it. Here's a 7-second video of Tristana helping wash Snookums's ear the other day.