Whoever Dances is One with the Universe

NOT in a very good frame of mind.

I called the insurance company this morning, and honestly the lady was very nice -- she called down to the pre-auth dept. to figure out why I still didn't have my meds, and figured out that it's because my (3) 75 mg caps a day (i.e. one prescription) are more expensive to the insurance company than (1) 150 mg and (1) 75 mg caps a day (two prescriptions, so more expensive for me personally). Which they didn't TELL ME, of course, they just refused to authorise my scrip for over a week.

Soooo she also found out that it would be about thirty dollars cheaper to do my meds through mail-order, so she gave me the number to have my doctor fax and gave me all the info for that, so I called Dr. C and got that arranged, BUT that means I don't get those in the mail for another eight days, even if they're marked urgent. That means I still have to pay out of pocket for the meds to cover me for that time period.

So theoretically I need to do that to-day, but I'm almost too depressed. x___x

However, I also have to go into town to xerox forms for my insurance claim for the x-rays I had in April, so I'll be there anyway, so I'll probably stop by the pharmacy and sell my soul while I'm in the vicinity. To soothe my wounded sense of justice, I am making my fourth batch of cupcakes, which I will give to the library ladies, I figure.

Anyway, I can't leave until my cupcakes finish and I repackage the pork from the butcher's into smaller portions for the freezer. Daddy says I can use the chicken scale if I can find it.

If I really were Mycroft Holmes, right now I would be having everyone deported left and right. Seriously. Argh.

Jeeeepers. There is a fundie with a microphone outside Espresso Yourself, who has apparently been going on for quite a while. This is the first time I've ever seen something like this happen in Newport, so hopefully it's a fluke?

My cakes turned out pretty nice (mhari found a lovely white fluff frosting for the cocoanut one, and I made a black walnut chocolate fudge frosting for the chocolate meringue), but I don't think they're actually going to sell, sadly. The sale is not going too well.

Title: Qualifications
Fandom: Iron Man -- 1994 T.V. Series
Characters: Tony Stark/Jim Rhodes, HOMER (implied past Julia Carpenter/Tony)
Rating: PG-13 at worst.
Notes: Sigh, I am probably going to hell for all this slash fic of innocent nineties television shows. But in my defence, this is practically canon for the '94 show. Spoilers for The Armor Wars Pts. 1 and 2.

( 'That is a considerably more thorough face inspection than the one you gave Miss Carpenter...' )

The good: we got the bees in just right. We picked them up in their nuke box from Andy, drove them home, waited until dusk, and then put them into their new hive. They seem to have settled right in, and we're going to check them to-morrow to see how they're doing, as far as the queen and such.

My fish remember me; I went and sat by the pond yesterday and the day before and they sucked on my toes, which is the weirdest and nicest feeling. One of them has a super long tail. He's really beautiful.

I am in charge of monitoring the broody hens, since Maria will be away about the time their clutches are due! I'm so excited. I have to go in and check them every day and see if they have chicks or poults, and take them away right away if they do. Then I whisk them upstairs to the brooder shed that we have slapdash put together in the laundry room.

Maria and I finally saw Iron Man 2, which was awesome, and then spent the afternoon at Michael's spending the gift card I got for my birthday--we bought all this cake decorating stuff we've been coveting for ages, a beautiful set of dyes and cake glitter in two colours and shimmer in one. We're making cookies to-morrow so we can use it all. We're super excited. To-day we cleaned the house while Mama was at work so she wouldn't be in such a bad mood when she got home (she and Dad are arguing about horse fencing again).

the bad: Perci died while I was away at mhari's. Mama thinks she didn't keep him moist enough, which I don't know if that's true or not but I don't want to say that it is because I know she'll just feel worse. I haven't buried him just yet, but I will to-morrow. Dad says he lived a really long time for a hermit crab, but since all the websites say you can keep them alive for ages I feel like I just screwed up somehow.

One of the barn kittens died, but I didn't notice in time, so the barn cat moved all the rest of them somewhere else and I didn't see where. I am going to look for them to-morrow--I think they're still in the barn because she's still lurking around in that area and there's plenty of warm, dry hay that's gone loose. I have to bring a flashlight, though, since I tried a cursory look around yesterday and couldn't actually seen in most places.

So--that's all the news.

This almost makes up for the fact that I have to get up at seven o'clock Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. Watch the video--I promise it makes it even better. At about 1:30 the octopus moons the camera.

In other news, I discovered EpiCute to-day. This is good news, as it makes up for a lot of the anger I am feeling at the world generally for the divers failures of humans to take care of their fellow humans.

Meme from saucynusiance: Go to textsfromlastnight and choose one to use as a prompt and I will write you fic off it. Give a character/pairing/whatnot.

OMT day was good--I know some actual therapies now! how crazy is that? Crazy. Also, being protein-starved, I ate six ribs and a plate of pulled pork at the luncheon. >_> On the plus side, I definitely feel more alert. So I think I really was getting low on protein/iron.

My attic is incredibly hot, though. Have put the fan in the window and hope it helps.

Astonishingly bored.

Mama: Ooh, hey, look, Soujin! That boy would be perfect for you!
Soujin: What? Where?
Mama: Oh, he just went around the corner of the aisle. He was skipping with his shopping cart.
Maria: Was he wearing purple?
Mama: No.
Maria: Well, then he's not right for Soujin.

We went to Newport this morning and bought lamb for the Agape Supper to-morrow; we could not get it local because you have to special-order for that much lamb, by which I mean you have to bring your own lamb. The butchers only raise beef. Any other meat you want you have to supply yourself, which is why we were so glad Lana shared her pig with us. So we do not have our own lamb. But Maria ordered one! She called some folks Edna knows and bought a lamb off them, so when it's about a hundred pounds or so she and Daddy are going to drive it to the butcher's and have it done up. Daddy is very excited. I volunteered to help, but Maria says she wants to eat the lamb, not end up keeping it as a pet, so I am forbidden. In any case, we got lamb and then we went to Espresso Yourself for milk and the NFS for pasta and garlic. We were going to get me valerian, but it was too expensive.

Then we came back home and walked Maggie down to the Oriental Store for eggs--we bought two dozen white eggs to dye. Maria's going to be very happy when we finally have our chickens; she said it's an embarrassment having to buy eggs, although I think that doesn't count with white eggs because we don't eat them. Anyway, I blew them out and washed them, and then Maria and Mama went to Selinsgrove and I did my third history essay (I have one left before Friday). I also printed off some Grateful Dead stuff and made Maria Terrapin Station stickers with them.

Then they got back and we made the lamb for to-morrow, and dyed the eggs, and we were going to do stellini d'oro dough to make Saturday, but Mama was tired by then, so we didn't. They made cheese instead, and yoghurt, but Mama heated the cheese up too high and it didn't take, and the yoghurt cultures were bad and they didn't work. Maria is really really frantically upset about it, because usually the cheese and yoghurt come out perfect. And her bread didn't come yesterday, and usually that's perfect too. It makes her very tense.

But we did, I think, have a very good day. And to-morrow we'll have Agape Supper and our feet washed, and Friday we'll fast, and Saturday we'll grieve, and Sunday will be Easter! I have so much to get done before then I don't know how I'll do it, but I know I will. We always do.

Oh! And yesterday, Maria home-made us marzipan Easter bunnies for our Easter baskets. She made the marzipan all by herself. That did come perfect. She blanched the almonds and everything, and then she coated the bunnies with chocolate, and they're really beauties. I want to try doing the same thing to make a sheep for her saxophone teacher, because her sax teacher likes sheep as much as I do, and I think it would be neat. I have to try it, I think.

Saturday we'll be baking stellini d'oro and two kinds of cake. I'm so excited.

Ohoho. Christmas picspam!

( Both home and abroad; as such things are )

I must away to make muffins. Farewell, good people. Insert Hamlet quote here.

(I'll write about Winter Conference to-morrow, and also possibly about other things. Also I will not be falling asleep, which will help with my general coherence. ^_^ I love you.)