Today is Piggy's first birthday! Well, to be more accurate, it's his adoption day. I don't know how old they can be before they ship guinea pigs to PetSmart, but I know he wasn't there a whole day when we got him. PetSmart sent a $3 gift card this morning, (as though that would make a dent in what he eats!). He goes through a crazy amount of hay, spinach, celery, strawberries, grapes, and carrots every day. I think back to how tiny his first cage was, then how much bigger his second cage was, and now how much bigger his current cage is.
He lets me know when he wants more food by squeeking, doing it almost whenever one of us stands up. Cleaning out his cage once a week turns out to be a lot more work and a bigger expense than I ever guessed it would be, as is feeding him! He eats more hay than anything else, followed by his second favorite, spinach. He's not supposed to have too many strawberries, and it's hard enough to find good ones, so he doesn't always get them. Grapes are his favorite snacks, followed closely by carrots. He gets more carrots because they're easier to come by than good grapes.
This last weekend was very wearing on me. Saturday night we played in a small town up north and yesterday we set up outside early in the morning. It was every bit as hot as I figured it would be, It didn't help that I got so little rest the night before. Today I slept till noon. I made more than twice the usual money but I really couldn't do this very often. When the city shot off their fireworks Saturday night, the ash, balls of seared carbon and chunks of cardboard fell all over our equipment, and yesterday Paul showed me a burn hole in one of his drums about the size of a pencil eraser. We had no idea anything like that would happen or we could have covered everything.
Last night I dreamed all night about setting up equipment. I hate that. It means I'm not getting enough time away from it. I've already let the band know that this might be my last year, but I haven't yet given notice. I doubt if I'll ever stop playing but I'm thinking more and more about just playing solo. Not sure about my plans yet.
I need to mow the yard today. We had rain every day for almost 2 weeks, and I obviously couldn't do it yesterday, although I'd considered it. It's way too tall and it'll take me all day, and it's 90 degrees out, but it has to be done. John
Happy birthday, Piggy! Love, Peggy and Laila
Peggy, Laila and Angel Minchie
Happy birthday to Piggy!
David and the CoolCyberCats
John, it will be strange to not hear of the band trips when you leave. :/
The $3 gift card sounds annoying to me. I know it was just to get you to come in and spend it and it won't cover the cost of what you get. I suppose it is good marketing on their side though. ;)
Never been rained on by spent firework debris before. I do not think I would like it. But good you had a well paying gig over the holiday.
I cannot imagine rain for 2 weeks now. Yesterday we had a period with clouds, but not much to write home about. THe heat wave broke yesterday and our high was 89, but we are heading into the next low pressure area now and we will be back to 97+ today and no rain. It is very very dry here and the news said that ranchers are having a hard time finding hay for their stock now because of the drought. They interviewed someone who drove 4 hours to get some for his cattle. So did you mow in the rain?
Thank you for the happy birthdays to Piggy! For his birthday, the only thing really special was when I spread out a blanket over the couch and letting him run free, (long as he stayed on the couch). He was very affectionate and spent much of the time with his head on Cheri's lap.
It didn't rain Saturday or Sunday and the weather was around 90 so yesterday the yard was fairly dry. Supposed to be hot and sunny for the next week or so, around 95. Aside from the yard getting so thick, I like the rain. Whole civilizations fall from drought, but I don't know of any that got rained out.
I told Paul he should replace me if I quit but he insisted the band would fold up if I did, which increases the pressure to stay. I don't want everybody scrambling around looking for work. John