Foo.

Looks like there was a typo in the price of the loom: instead of $500, the owner wants $1500 for it! That’s nearly the price of a new Baby Wolf, so I’m going to pass. Oh well. At least this way it’s not taking up space in my apartment, and I have an extra $500 to do stuff with. I’m easy.

B. and I went down to Monterey Friday night because he had a half-marathon to run in Big Sur on Saturday. While he was running his half-marathon, I sat with my new ultralight with the nice new high-capacity battery and wrote all of Ginger Brewlay’s story (2-3 pages’ worth). I definitely like this “portable writing” thing, and I LOVE the ultralight.

On the way back, we were going to go by the Monterey Aquarium, but the line to get in was daunting (over 1/2 hour) and B. was tired, so we headed up north to Santa Cruz in hopes of getting some Donnelly Chocolates. Alas, they had closed for the day (out sick), so we got no chocolates, but I did stop by The Golden Fleece and buy some sock yarn, and some red yarn with holographic rings in it, which I will put into my crazy-quilt top. The sock yarn is simply inexplicable, as is the sock I started once I got home. It has nothing to do with anything except that, apparently, I can’t stop knitting socks. Even if I’ve sworn off them.

I’ve sold the four baby boas to East Bay Vivarium–as cute as the little tykes are, I didn’t really have space or a setup for them. Trying to buy pinkies to feed them would have been a real pain, as I don’t know any place in the city that carries them–the closest place for baby snake chow, that I know of, is Sunnyvale, and that’s quite a drive to get baby food. So they’re gone, and I’m mildly relieved.

Astarte is still with me, though–I decided not to get rid of him just yet. It’s another six months or so until breeding season starts again, so I’m “safe” for that long at least–currently on the hunt for another male of good color. If I don’t find one in the next few months, then I’ll sell Astarte and just leave Isis on her own in the cage. Snakes aren’t particularly social creatures (the best you can say is that they tolerate other creatures), so she shouldn’t be particularly upset by that.

That’s all I can think of for this weekend…it’s been a singularly unproductive weekend, perhaps because the Big Sur trip took up all of Friday and most of Saturday. Maybe better later.

Off to bed…have to go work out in the morning.