On Friday evening, I did one of my favorite things: hanging out with other bloggers. I got to drink some of Dan's amazing homebrewed beer and I also had some really strong Jell-o shots made by Filegirl. Even though I'd never met most of the attendees before, everyone was really cool and I'm looking forward to meeting up with them again soon.
Amazingly enough, I still got up on Saturday morning in time to get to an 8:00 a.m. yoga class. The rest of the day was given over to web surfing and chili making. My husband and I went to a chili cook-off hosted by one of my co-workers and although I did not win, I did pick up some good ideas for making my homemade chili better. I learned that it needs to be somewhat sweeter and could benefit from chunks of grilled pork or steak in addition to the ground beef.
On Sunday I volunteered at the low-cost spay/neuter clinic. I'd meant to stay all day, but my husband wanted me to go to a jam with him in the early afternoon, so I stayed from 7:30 a.m. to 1:00 p.m. and then passed along my last kitten to someone else.
When I got home, my husband was in bed with a stomachache. Not only had he blown off the jam, but he'd forgotten that he had some friends coming over to record. Said friends were waiting on our back steps when I arrived, so I had to shoo them away for him.
Once I grasped that the hubby wouldn't be getting out of bed anytime soon, I went back to the clinic and finished out the day. They ended up altering 101 cats that day and they needed all the help they could get.
One of the last kittens I recovered was a little orange tabby male who was just crawling with fleas. I sprayed him with herbal flea spray (it seems safer for the young ones than the chemical stuff) and combed out as many fleas as I could find, dropping them into soapy water. In the hour or so that I had the little cat, I must have picked off 40 fleas. Every time I'd unwrap him to turn him over, I'd find fleas in the towel.
By the time I put him in the cat carrier with his siblings, I felt thoroughly itchy and crawly, although I'm sure it was all in my imagination. Even after I went home and changed clothes, I still thought I could feel fleas on me. Yucko.
So that's my big weekend. What did you do?