“All in front hall awaiting company and we had a fine furry time. Brushing more exciting than food (yes!) ‘Let’s stuff a pillow!’ No, Harry did not escape, although he eyed The Door Opening; yes. And then a certain Maine Coon Cat rolled upside down while others watched. We all sat on the floor and admired each other. Fresh food, water, litterbox, something beeping somewhere, no mail as yet, just food flyers…
“Saturday August 25, 2007
“The click of the lock and Harry at the door, circling and stretching. Someone spat up near the litter box — but they all look most innocent. Put off wet food food for a day and went to search out the dishy Maine person who was not yet downstairs to be brushed and admired and yet another cat who refused to be blamed for evaluating the tinned cat food.
“Sunday August 26, 2007
“Shared a carousel of cats moving around the house double checking the ritual of fresh food and water and clean litter box and brushing One and then Another. Thank you, LYSA, for the phone call. I’ll speak to everyone tomorrow, on general principles, because I’ll be next door, but this is a ‘gratis’ visit.
“Monday August 27, 2007
“Harry at door, small one napping in living room and Mr. Bounteous Fur curling around ankles. Fed ‘em because it’s 1:15 already.”
We arrived home at 6 pm Monday night to a happy troop of beasties, all well-looked after, all well-fed. Anyone in the Northern Westchester area looking for a divine pet-sitter, I’ve got your woman.
We went to Bed Bath and Beyond yesterday and spent a ridiculous amount of money on pale blue linen curtains (what was I thinking? I’ll have to iron them all!) to put up in the dining room, and some green and yellow striped viscose (I think) ones for the living room. So that our nosy neighbors will stop watching our tv. We also bought some accessories for the master bathroom. Every time I look at them, it makes me smile. I may turn the mat around so that it’s facing the loo.
Dropped off a pair of baby socks for MNK’s as yet unborn baby. Found out from my sister that the other pair that I’d knitted for Z. will be too small for him by the time it’s sock-wearing season, so I’ll drop them off for TH, who’s due in February. I found out today that BMM’s expecting, too. I start my new job on Tuesday at 9:30 am. Squee! G. said he’d take me to Woodbury Common Outlets tomorrow to clothes-shop; I’m in dire need of acceptable clothing. One pair of khakis to my name, and Dockers at that! Not that there’s anything wrong with that…I’ll have to try Daffy’s and Dress Barn Woman and Lane Bryant too, I think The Gap is going to be too expensive.
I’m working on Knitty’s Hallowig out of some horrible hot pink Caron Simply Soft Brites (No Dye Lot!). I’m suffering along using a pair of Clover Takumi bamboo circs, because I needed to start knitting this thing and Flying Fingers is temporarily closed while they bring in their fall yarns, and Cornwall Yarn Shop is just a little too far away to justify the gas for one pair of needles (I also can’t trust myself to only buy the Addis I need once I’m there, and not to fall into a bushel of OnLine Supersocke). The stickiness of the acrylic yarn coupled with the grabbiness of the bamboo is making for some very painstaking knitting. I’m assured, however, that the end result is going to be completely awesome. (I’ve decided that I really need to stop saying “awesome” ever since watching an episode of Eureka where most of the geniuses turned dumb and to illustrate this point, they had one of them use the word in a surfer tone of voice. Must. Stop. Saying. It.) The better part is that it’s moving quickly. And they were only eight dollars.
I’m on page 119 of Deathly Hallows, most of which was accomplished waiting for G at the dentist’s office. It’s really good.
Saw Dr. W today and we’re reducing my dose of Wellbutrin down to 75 mg BID from 100 mg BID. We both agree that it isn’t doing me any good any more, and there is always the risk of it producing mania. He gave me another boatload of samples of Geodon. That’s another $500+ saved, thank you. I hate insurance companies.
except for when HH told me that they usually exit you right away, like NOW. I told her right after huddle, and she asked me if I wanted to finish out the day, to which I replied, “If I leave and don’t say goodbye to JA, she’ll hunt me down and hurt me bad.” So she said to “keep it between us until 6 pm, and then you can go home.” Because she got off at 6 pm, and didn’t want to stay until 8 pm (when I usually got off) to do my exit paperwork. Fine by me. I proceeded to tell my closest friends that it was my last day, but keep it on the down-low, please. So now I have two weeks off, thank you very much. I even have Labor Day off, squee!
We’re up in Syracuse at my sister-in-law’s house staying with her family for a long weekend. I spent the bulk of the day spinning at The Wool Center at The Fair. I brought my own god-knows-what lovely dyed red merino blend, and there was a guy there who was spinning alpaca mixed with angora rabbit, and he gave me some of that. Then, when he was carding some angora rabbit with merino, some angora fell off the carders and I spun with that. I also took a break to visit the sheep (pictures when I get home unless Gary has a card reader with him), and petted some lovely unshorn Cotswolds with very curly locks.
I talked to the gentleman who bred them and he said that they were very nice sheep, and he liked them so much that he bred them to the exclusion of all other breeds. Tomorrow’s supposed to be another scorcher (it was 95˚ today); we’ll go back to The Fair on Sunday.
The squirrel ended up being too big for this hawk to carry off; the hawk left it splayed out on its back in my backyard. Looovely. I’m going to try to find out what kind of hawk it was. Again, I know about the whole “Circle of Life” thing, but that doesn’t mean I want it paraded around on my property. Poor, dead squirrel, left so rudely to decompose. And to attract other carrion-eating carnivores. Like the giant raccoon I saw leaving my deck the other night. Or vultures.
Today’s the day I get to give notice. I’m nervous, and excited, and all sorts of different things all at once. It’s bittersweet, this, because I really used to love my job, and I really like (nearly) all the people I work with. That’s why I didn’t go in yesterday on my day off to quit. Because if they do as I suspect they will, and just say to go and not finish out the week (which is perfectly fine by me, even preferable), I’ll want time to say goodbye to everyone. I can’t wait to tell Judy!
involves me giving my two weeks’ notice. Starting tomorrow. Although, from what I’ve seen, they’ll probably tell me, “If you don’t want to be here, we’d rather you not be here. Today’s your last day.” My new job starts in two weeks, plus a few days for recuperation (very thoughtfully allowed me by my new manager). Which means that we’ll be able to go to The Fair. Dress code is business casual; no more jeans and company-branded t-shirts. I have some shopping to do! Luckily, there’s one in the Cortlandt Town Center, so I can go try on and not worry about stuff looking like shit not fitting.
Knitting news: I finished Zeke’s second pair of booties/socks! I almost got them all matchy-matchy; they’re just a little off. I’m glad I’m not obsessed about stuff like that. Here’s another picture with a quarter thrown in so you can see just how teeny they are!
Gratuitous pictures of Mademoiselle Pyewacket: Our neighbor to the north of us gave us a glowing recommendation for her cat-sitter, Libby. Libby came over on Saturday to meet the kids and us, and we were both instantly smitten. She’s a real cat lady, and the kids really seemed to take to her nicely. So I’ll have no worries (I’ll worry anyway, this is me we’re talking about) when we go away, and I won’t have to guilt my mom into driving 45 minutes each way to feed the beasties. I’m going to be demonstrating spinning at The Fair, on my wheel!
We’ve watched the first four episodes of the series, with plans to watch the rest as soon as we are able to. According to Wikipedia, “The Sci-Fi Channel Original Series based on the character stars Kristanna Loken as Jane Vasko. The series’ pilot aired Friday, April 13, 2007. The name of the heroine in the show is the original comic name of Jane Vasko as opposed to the Jane Browning character from the television film. The series has received lukewarm reviews. On August 15th, 2007 it was announced the show will not return for a second season.” Which comes as no surprise. The acting is kind of soft, and the plots are a little lame, always trying to get a real point across, rather than just banking on shoot ‘em up scenes with lots of special effects. I keep expecting André McBride’s character to be that guy from Wanted, another short-lived tv show. But he’s not as tough. I know, a funny thing to say about “m’kay? guy” from Office Space, but still, on Wanted, he kicked ass.
Tomorrow, I will hopefully be hearing about the series of Very Exciting Things that happened over two weeks ago. Fingers crossed, everyone!
This would be me if I lived in Springfield. You totally have to go to this site and upload your own picture for Simpsonization. Then blog it and link back to me. We’ll create our own nuclear waste-ridden virtual town!
N.B. We haven’t gone to see the movie yet, would have tonight but I have a fucking 7:30 am meeting tomorrow. And then I get to work until 6 pm. Arrrghhh!
I found this cool video through Ravelry. I wonder if we can build one? I’m having trouble posting to WordPress. Hopefully, it’ll be not like this tomorrow.
So I’m at the register (again, all fricking day) and the mother of one of the girls I works with comes in. She recognizes me, I recognize her, she smiles at me, and I smile and say, “Hi, how are you?” Right behind her is another woman (who I don’t know) with a boy of about 12, who says, “What, I don’t get the same greeting because I’m African-American?” You could hear the THUD of my jaw hitting the floor. I have never been accused of being a racist. I made sure to tell the floor manager what happened, in case she says anything. She gets on line to check out, I smile at her and wave her over, and she gives me the dirtiest look, and looks away, waiting behind someone else. She says something to the boy with her, and he looks over and gives me a dirty look. Unbelievable. Yeah, that’s exactly the reason I didn’t greet you like I know you. I have a feeling that she’d have a problem with whatever I said to her, no matter what it was. Maybe someone pissed in her Cheerios. What an idiot.
...they may not be going forward, yet, but they’re resisting going backwards with all their might. - BLC
She's just kind of confused and muddled, and she gets a bit worried…She just needs someone to be kind to her…Because there came times when the darkness cleared from her mind, and she was happy again, and she laughed at her fears and blessed him for looking after her so well; and she was so full of love and sweetness then that he could think of no better companion… - Philip Pullman
Keep moving forward. - Walt Disney
Of course it is happening inside your head, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real? - Albus Dumbledore
Turning raw material into a useful—and used—item is being an active part of a living world. - Angela Schneider
You are my everything...
You give me everything
I have no need to borrow
And when I think of you
You take away my sorrow
I´ll always love you baby
Like there´s no tomorrow
~ Lenny Kravitz "Sistamamalover"
…there has never been anything false about hope. - Barack Obama
Change we can believe in, yes we can. - Barack Obama
Be kinder than necessary, for everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle. Live simply, love generously, care deeply, speak kindly. Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass, it's about learning to dance in the rain. - Anonymous
