O HAI IKE.

Looks like it’s time to batten down the hatches, because the way the forecast is going, there’ll be a freakin’ tropical storm in Arkansas Saturday night and especially Sunday morning. Being something on the order of an entire state inland, this is, to say the least, just a little odd. I have to say that the part I’m really looking forward to is feeding horses Sunday morning with 60mph winds! (I’ll get video if I can, though it’ll probably just look like Deadliest Catch with horses instead of crabs.) (Which, now that I sit there and think about it, might just be interesting except that I’ll be the poor doofus in the heavy weather gear.) What was left of Gustav brought me the first-ever leak in the roof here at the house, so I can’t exactly say that this year’s hurricane season – which I normally watch from afar with weather-geek fascination – is some distant experience that doesn’t impact me apart from vaguely threatening to raise what I pay for a gallon of gas. (Hell, what doesn’t threaten to raise that these days?)

I’m rushing to finish some recent work on the CGE DVD set before I have to shut the Avid down and unplug it from electricity. I’m in the home stretch on my part of that project – enough so that I’m almost confident enough to predict that it’ll be under your Christmas tree this year. However, in this case, I’m not in charge of the packaging or duplication, so I can’t really make that promise. Watch the usual places soon – I know it’s a bit late, but trust me, you’ll get some CGE lovin’ on shiny round things soon.

Evan’s been walking more often, and he’s building the confidence to cross entire rooms now. He crossed 90% of his bedroom today to present Olivia with one of his stuffed animals. The look in her eyes was priceless:

HOLY CRAP HE CAN WALK. THEY NEVER SAID ANYTHING ABOUT THIS. I THOUGHT HE WAS JUST AN ECONOMY-SIZED MODEL.

I put a new flea-and-tick-killing collar on Xena today, along with some Frontline, in the hopes that the little buggers will vacate her fur by this weekend, just in case she needs to come inside for a while. What she’ll think about a walking baby remains to be seen – she’ll probably just lick his face. Again. 😆