6 posts tagged “cat”
This morning, I don't go to work until 10. But, of course, I still woke up at the same old time. The good news is that led me to remembering that the rent was due pretty much last night by midnight. So I scrambled out of bed, dragged on some clothes, wrote the check, and ran down to the office to drop it off. It's mildly warm outside (at least, for someone coming out of the chill of winter), and I heard one or two birds chirping even before I went out. As I was walking back home, though, I realized...there are a lot of birds chirping. Including three big fat robins who just happen to be hanging out in my yard/tree, not to mention the bluejay and mourning dove that I saw. And all the other ones I could hear but not see.
I think it's safe to say that the weather's finally getting better for real. With winter, it jagged between cold and warm enough on so many days that it wasn't until January that we really got some bad weather, and I was afraid we were going to do the same in the transition to spring. And of course, it is kind of silly to automatically assume that robins = no more snow (I probably shouldn't add that the groundhog didn't see his shadow this year, either!), but I'm always an optimist when it comes to these things, and start looking forward to the day I can wear my light jacket instead of my winter one, and eventually, no jacket at all. And nothing, to me, makes that promise of better weather than a bunch of robins hopping around outside and making all kinds of noise as I'm getting ready in the morning.
Also, it's March First. So as far as all that lion/lamb business, I'm not sure what to say. It's quite lamb-like here at the moment, sure, but by the end of the day we're supposed to be having thunderstorms. Does that mean that our "lion" quotient is thus satisfied and by the end of the month, we'll be peacefully enjoying our newer, shinier, warmer weather? One can only hope.
Today I work a previously-unscheduled short shift because one of my co-workers called off yesterday and I made some offhand comment about how I would have come in if I wasn't already working. Somehow this led to me coming in today, which, money-wise is great. Hours have sucked lately and I'm always desperate to get more this time of year. And it is the first, which means I'll get my 30% discount today instead of the regular 20, and I did have a couple of things I wanted to get. It means that, since I'm working tomorrow, the dishes and housecleaning stuff won't get done until Saturday, but I suppose I can deal with that.
The sun's coming in the living room window, which is making it somewhat difficult to see, but I wanted to open the blinds so that the cat could enjoy the birds that I know she could hear out there. So maybe I'll get off of here and watch some TV or make some breakfast or something. I really am such a morning person, and this kind of morning is one of the best.
Another quiet morning, sunshine filtering through the living room blinds. I'm sure Mom's still freaked out that we haven't put curtains up, but for some reason I like it that way. I might also like it with curtains, but shopping for them is more effort than I feel like mustering, for some reason.
Was forcefully awakened by my favorite feline, who felt the need to communicate her desire for fresh crunchy food at about 7:45. She woke me up out of a dream that I have, of course, since forgotten.
We stayed up pretty late (for us) last night, having a friend over in the evening. We watched a couple episodes of Supernatural, which she introduced me to because I got her stuck on Lost. So far I'm really liking it, though the water-spirit death by drowning episode wasn't the best one for someone who at best, mildly dislikes water and at worst is afraid of it to the point of unreason.
It's so foggy outside right now that all I can see is the edge of our car, the silhouette of the tree and bush outside, and a bright yellow glowing mist. Very pretty.
I'm actually still kind of sleepy, but I wanted to do a bit of writing here, and also mention that the RP I got last night made me very happy indeed. Yay.
Back to bed with me, I think.
It's another quiet morning. Quiet with the exception of the fact that the cat's been trying to wake me up for the past two hours because her dish has been empty since last night. Not my fault you ate it all too quickly, cat. I finally let her persuade me out of bed when the alarm started going off. I really would have been happy to hit the sleep button a couple times (like Evan's doing) but the cat on my back, meowing in my ear, insisted otherwise.
Finished the Albion series yesterday at work, though I found that the third book didn't move nearly as quickly as the first two. The major plot arc was introduced really early but didn't conclude until the very end of the book, whereas the other books had several arcs that kept things moving. I ended up reading very quickly just because I was certain that it wouldn't take the whole book just to resolve this one problem. Maybe the author ran out of steam. At any rate, I still don't really have much to complain about aside from that; I really liked the series. I tried to start the new one that just came out by the same author, but it just didn't catch my interest in the same way. I might need to come back to it later, but for the time being I've moved on to something else.
That 'something else' is a book called Special Topics in Calamity Physics, which is an excellent title all on its own, but the book becomes even greater when we look at the table of contents and see that every chapter is also a title--of a well-known play, novel, short story, and the like. I haven't read every story that it alludes to, but I enjoyed trying to relate each chapter to its title when I did. I'm still only about 275 pages is, however, so we'll see where things go from there.
Right now I'm still most impressed with the author's excellent descriptions and turns of phrase that just absolutely resonate with me. There's one early on that I just kind of stared at for a few minutes, and chuckled about.
Later that day, as Fate would have it, I had my "Greek and Roman Epic" lecture with Professor of the Humanities, Emeritus, Zolo Kydd. Students called Zolo "Rolo," because, if only in stature and complexion, he happened to resemble that particular chewable chocolate caramel candy. He was short, tan, and round, wore bright plaid Christmas pants regardless of the time of year, and his thick, yeloow-white hair encrusted his shiny freckled forehead as if, ages ago, Hidden Valley Ranch salad dressing had been dribbled all over him."
Something about that just made me stop and stare. It feels familiar, almost like something I might write. That's comforting, of course, to someone who has yet to do any writing of real measure.
I've taken the cover off of Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince that we actually own and put it on this volume to protect it. We have to turn in the actual covers at work in order to help keep track of who has what checked out, though the matter becomes irrelevant on paperbacks. I'm not sure if they don't care if something so inconsequential gets ruined, or what. But at nearly twenty-six dollars, I can't really afford to have this one's pristine creamy cover ruined by my grubby little paws as I grasp at it for story and meaning.
Anyway, there's still something else I want to post about, but I have to get un-lazy and hook up my printer/scanner first. So for now, you get a book post! Life is good, yada yada, work is work, my schedule is at least enough that I'm content with it. And and and the guy I wanted to get kicked off Project Runway did. So! Life is good!
What song or lyrics are stuck in your head at the moment? What album is it from?
Submitted by Lox Ly.
The song in my head at this particular moment is 'Two Hornpipes (Tortuga)' from Pirates of the Caribbean II: Dead Man's Chest. Why, I do not know, but it's a happy little rolling melody (Quite possibly called a 'reel,' but I'm not sure what part of my memory supplied that information. Wikipedia seems to differentiate, and now that I check, apparently 'hornpipe' is the kind of song it is, but it's closely related to a reel. So. Do I get former-music-major points for trying?) that they play in the pub in Tortuga that makes me inherently happy. I woke up with it in my head and since I like it, I haven't made an attempt to dislodge it yet.
The cat is yowling at me from the kitchen, which I can only take to assume that she wants me to clean her litter box, since she's already been fed and watered this morning. I really don't feel like cleaning it, but I fear the consequences of not. So.
Well, box wasn't that bad. It's entirely possible that she wanted the litter cleaned off the floor, given that one of my theories is that it isn't the dirty box so much as the litter on the floor that causes her to have an occasional brainfart and not go in the box.
But you really don't want to hear about the bathroom habits of my cat, do you? In penance, a cute picture:
Posting this actually has (gasp) relevance, as this weekend we will once again be coaxing the cat into her carrier by temptation of food--which is what was happening in this picture. We're going to go visit my parents on Sunday and stay until Monday afternoon--about 24 hours, which is long enough that I'd feel bad leaving the cat alone. The parents will appreciate her visit as well, since they kept her for a few years while I was in school and couldn't have a pet live with me.
And she'll appreciate not being stuck here all by herself and having to yowl loud enough that maybe the neighbor's cat (which we saw for the first time the other day as it stared at us through his blinds!) would hear her and talk back. Ahem.
I managed to score a three-day weekend over Labor Day; that wasn't intentional on the part of my manager, but given my recent work history, I told him I really appreciate it. Two of the three managers right now have been giving me really positive feedback lately, so that's encouraging. Last night our 'new guy' didn't show up (which effectively gives him the boot), and the other cashier person wasn't going to be able to show up until 6pm because of her classes. So I told my manager, D (new D, not the old D--still a guy though!), that if he would cover me for ten or fifteen minutes to take a break, I would try to stay until she got there. I ended up going over to the cafe and covering a lunch, since D wouldn't be able to do so if the other cashier didn't show up. I was dog tired by the end of the day, but I actually feel like it was worth it. And today's the last day, which I hope will be easy. I know I'm not staying late again without absolutely good reason, as until we lost our nightshift guy, I wasn't planning on staying yesterday, either, because I am tired.
Anyway, enough about work. RP is picking up, and tomorrow I'll probably be dedicating practically the entire day to it. At least, I already have a couple folks promised my attention. Hee.
I guess that's really about it from me for now. Until next time~
I've been trying to screw up the brainpower to compose an entry for a couple days now, but nothing has come to mind in the way of content. Constant recaps of "I'm going/I went to work today; it sucked, as per usual,' isn't terribly interesting, but lately my life has consisted of mostly that. So I suppose that's my excuse for not updating.
I tried to write last night, but Evan was using the PS2 and making a lot of noise with it. It was hard to concentrate, so I stopped. Bleh.
Much of yesterday evening after work was consumed with paying attention to the cat, honestly. We fed her when we got home, and she was happy, but still kept running around making all kinds of crazy cat noises. So I took her outside for a couple of minutes, but that didn't satisfy her. I played with her in her kitty tube/den sort of area but that wasn't good enough either. Eventually she settled down with some catnip, then camped on Evan's lap for a while and got enough attention.
She didn't even wake me up this morning, which is a triumph in itself, really. Usually by 7 (and of course, the alarm doesn't usually go off until 7:30) she's jumping up on my hip (or back, or stomach, depending on what's pointing up at the time), yowling once or twice at me, then hopping off. If I don't get up in the next couple of minutes, she does it again. Until I do. I even have a few scratches on my hip from where she stood on me.
I found out a couple of days ago that one of my co-workers is (very recently) pregnant. Apparently I'm the first person she told aside from her husband. This boggles me, but given that I often take confidences in the people around me, I suppose I can understand, in a sense. Yesterday she also told our manager, but that's because she was late for work due to that lovely, lovely blessing of morning sickness. At any rate, she said it's still really early on and that's why she hasn't really been telling people. So I guess I feel special. Of course, she's also the second person to get pregnant in the past six months where I work. I'm starting to think of that as another reason to get out of there! While I can't wait to have kids, we barely squeak by as it is ourselves. On the other hand, I guess people getting pregnant and having babies isn't all that uncommon out here in the 'adult' world, so maybe I should just get used to it? At any rate, I know that she and her husband have been trying since about nine or ten months ago anyway, so I'm happy for them. She'll be a fun mom.
The other girl who's having a baby that I know is about six months along at this point, and she left work a month ago at her doctor's urging. I haven't heard much of her since then, since I know they were planning on moving back home and probably don't have internet now. I hope everything's going all right for them--they're not much older than Evan and I, though they've been together a while, too, and just hadn't gotten around to getting married, at least until after they found out about the baby! Last I'd heard, they knew it was a boy and he was coming along well, so hopefully things will continue along that path.
I hope I'm not boring everyone to death. I was tempted to do the qotd today, but as with any 'favorite' question, it's hard to pick anyway, plus I'd feel way too much like I was on Inside the Actors' Studio. Y'know?
Anyway. I do have the next three days off (whoo!) so I should be able to get some pretty decent writing in there at some point. Remind me, also, to talk about the book Vital Friends that I leafed through at work, and my thoughts regarding it. It was kind of interesting. I'd also like to do another creative writing exercise and talk about what's going on with my RO RP situation right now, but I figure if this entry gets any longer, the odds of someone taking the time to read it are, perhaps, even smaller.
Until next time~
If you could get someone in your life to start a blog, who would it be and why?
Hm. Hmmmmm. Actually, given some thought on the matter, I think it might be a guy who I like to affectionately call "big brother," if only for the fact that I think he could use the outlet right now. Sometimes it's good to get your feelings down on the page--and for me, at least, once I do that, life gets a little bit easier. Maybe it's that ability to examine yourself remotely, with some degree of objectivity, but with the hard time that he's going through right now (hurrah for long-distance relationships!), a good place to vent his frustrations and get his feelings pinned down might not be so bad.
Some folks might be surprised that I haven't picked Evan for this one. Really though, we see each other seven days a week. I probably know enough of what's going on in his life. And all he ever put in his LiveJournal was depressing stuff when he was having a particularly awful time--and rarely when anything good was going on. So, yeah.
My other choice probably wouldn't write in it, and his life is mundane and repetitive enough that a blog wouldn't be terribly useful to him, I don't think. Besides, I already know what's going on in his life too; God knows we talk enough.
So, I think the powers that be have decided that Mira days off = no writing here unless feeling particularly inspired. Yesterday, for example, I got up around 9am, puttered around for a little bit, through about writing, then crawled back into bed with the boy. We spent the rest of the day on an errand run, watching a movie, and ROing through dinner and until bed. I managed to get a little project I've been working on started, and I was supposed to RP with a friend who just got back from the second week-long vacation in three weeks (yikes), but he wasn't back before we headed to bed. Tonight, perhaps.
This is the last morning that we have to get up so butt-early. Starting tomorrow, Evan's work needs him there starting at 9, so he'll be able to drop me off and then head to work himself. Since he's going to be on the phones dealing with customers in California, there's really no reason to be there at 4am their time.
The cat is sitting at my feet making pathetic meowing noises. Evan's fed her already, so I'm not sure if this is a demand for more food, or attention, or some obscure pet ritual that I've forgotten at this hour of the morning.
I had a weird dream last night about being in a hotel/mall type of place and trying to hide a cat there. Also, somehow in the same dream I was chasing after a group of friends, one of whom was Evan, who was working on unloading a truck that got blown up while they were all in it. I remember screaming in horror when I found out they all got out all right except for him; they hadn't looked for him for whatever reason. I went inside the truck and found him, and he was all right, so everything was okay. I guess big pointless explosions in my dreams come courtesy of the John Woo movie we watched yesterday.
Anyway.
My time's up for this morning. Gotta get dressed and out the door. Ta.
