I never thought I'd say this, but today, I've got nothing left to say.
I do, of course, things have been running through my mind all day. I'm not content with contemplating, but instead of trying to spill and organize here with words and easily discernible truths, I'd rather just sleep for the half hour I'd spend mulling.
9 hours of sandwiches will do that to you, zap every little bit of life you thought you still had.
Until the rest has settled on my weary bones, adieu.
Saturday, August 07, 2010
Thursday, August 05, 2010
Grumping today.
I can't say this enough, I never could, I've not stopped trying to get the message across: I love my cat.
It's ridiculous, really. You're thinking, Right, Katie, he's an animal. Stop caring so much.
But then you must realize that he has a sly sense of humor and some odd sense of direction and purpose. Currently, his only goal is to escape from the room he's in.
John likened him to Rapunzel, which made me laugh. Stuck in his tower, crying out the window for rescue. It's true. He did spend the better part of an hour one night hollering for other cats to hear.
We installed a new baby gate at the top of the stairs to keep him and the other cats separated. Whenever I open my bedroom door, he's ready to make the leap to freedom, which usually means he gets to spend a minute or so wandering the upstairs hall and maybe he'll make it as far as the tub before I am hauling him back to sanctuary. Last night, Dad left him and he somehow managed to open the baby gate. This thing is metal and requires lifting before you can open it. When he got back from moving his car, Cat was sitting by the open gate.
Ah, Carlos, you scoundrel.
I watched this happen when I got home. He puts his paws through the metal bars and when he can't simply pull it open, he squeezes his head through and once it's mostly stuck, pulls back with his entire body until the gate opens. Clever creature I have here.
Dentist this morning. Nothing wild to report. Just shiny enamel and some sore gums. (That woman seriously needs to learn her way around my mouth. Every time it's, "you have such sensitive gums." jab. stick. poke. bleed.)
Off to Dillon this afternoon to see Aunt Sally. Back tonight or tomorrow due to the doctor's appointment which should hopefully provide me with malaria pills.
Then it's a weekend of work before an extended camping trip. (By extended, I mean three nights. Ugh.)
It's ridiculous, really. You're thinking, Right, Katie, he's an animal. Stop caring so much.
But then you must realize that he has a sly sense of humor and some odd sense of direction and purpose. Currently, his only goal is to escape from the room he's in.
John likened him to Rapunzel, which made me laugh. Stuck in his tower, crying out the window for rescue. It's true. He did spend the better part of an hour one night hollering for other cats to hear.
We installed a new baby gate at the top of the stairs to keep him and the other cats separated. Whenever I open my bedroom door, he's ready to make the leap to freedom, which usually means he gets to spend a minute or so wandering the upstairs hall and maybe he'll make it as far as the tub before I am hauling him back to sanctuary. Last night, Dad left him and he somehow managed to open the baby gate. This thing is metal and requires lifting before you can open it. When he got back from moving his car, Cat was sitting by the open gate.
Ah, Carlos, you scoundrel.
I watched this happen when I got home. He puts his paws through the metal bars and when he can't simply pull it open, he squeezes his head through and once it's mostly stuck, pulls back with his entire body until the gate opens. Clever creature I have here.
Dentist this morning. Nothing wild to report. Just shiny enamel and some sore gums. (That woman seriously needs to learn her way around my mouth. Every time it's, "you have such sensitive gums." jab. stick. poke. bleed.)
Off to Dillon this afternoon to see Aunt Sally. Back tonight or tomorrow due to the doctor's appointment which should hopefully provide me with malaria pills.
Then it's a weekend of work before an extended camping trip. (By extended, I mean three nights. Ugh.)
Tuesday, August 03, 2010
Sunday, August 01, 2010
It's official. The countdown has begun; the end is slowly closing in on me but I'm not yet afraid. I keep waiting for it to settle in but I can't seem to find it.
This is the strange feeling that has marked this summer, made is so much more different than the others. Contentment.
Odd.
Things I'm wildly not content with include my employment status, but that is what it is or will be and ther is little room for negotiation, especially at this point in my life.
This week brings relief, perhaps. Days off to accomplish things, including meetings and lunch dates with all the grandparents, something I've not been able to do in a long time.
Tonight, however, movies and sleep. Precious sleep.
This is the strange feeling that has marked this summer, made is so much more different than the others. Contentment.
Odd.
Things I'm wildly not content with include my employment status, but that is what it is or will be and ther is little room for negotiation, especially at this point in my life.
This week brings relief, perhaps. Days off to accomplish things, including meetings and lunch dates with all the grandparents, something I've not been able to do in a long time.
Tonight, however, movies and sleep. Precious sleep.
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