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Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Snowball has decided to become a teenager. He gets up in the middle of the night to find things to play with- computer wires, my reading glasses, my Ipod, you get the idea. I have to put all of the funnest things into my gymbag and zip it shut, because otherwise he sticks his little furry paw inside to drag said fun things out and throw them onto the floor. When he isn't doing this he is trying to chase Joey around the house. At least he understands the word "NO!"

On Sunday morning Henny-Penny squawked super-loud and I ran outside and found her very flustered. She ran up to me and stood there, looking around. So I picked her up and we went and sat somewhere safe until she calmed down. Last night she was very curious as Forrest tinkered with his new old upright piano. She is musically inclined.

At work I am looking at broken dishes and figurines from the 1930s and 1940s. I also toured a building built in 1875 and pointed out that the interior plastered ceilings were not from the 1880s, as was thought, since the nails used in the lath were machine-made, which indicates they were manufactured after 1891. I am filled with this sort of arcane knowledge.

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