My brain is preoccupied because of an idea I’ve been running with that started on the 27th after someone suggested I write a children’s book (GR! The nerve!!). :-\ You know who you are!
I am extremely excited and I will give out NO additional information at this time until I am well on my way to making it a project that I cannot turn back on. I’m now fine tuning my schedule and environment to make it a ‘creative’ friendly area regardless of what’s on my plate. I will not neglect ANYTHING or ANYONE! OMGGGGGGGGG can someone tell me why that cat keeps meowing?!?!?!?!
…hmmm I suppose I should remember to feed the cats.
“What ever happened to the stray?” For those who recall the stray cat I was in a moral dilemma about where I felt sorry for the flea bag but I didn’t want an additional cat to take care of, here’s the update: I stopped feeing it and giving it water. Apparently someone else has been doing that… and it just enjoys
hanging out on MY porch when it’s not eating. My porch is for sleeping.
It will just sit there while I put things in the trash (no, it doesn’t get into the garbage). When I take Jonathon to the bus in the morning it follows me… and goes back to the porch when I get in my car to leave.
I ignore it, I even tell it that I’m ignoring it… but it doesn’t matter. The cat obviously is up to something and I can bet it’s not good!!!
Anyway, as for my weekend. I’m proud of my strides for the beginning of what will be (hopefully) a very long and successful story. AND I thank Jonathon for keeping me on track with my cleaning. I hopped on the computer for a second to write someone a quick note and he cleared his throat and nodded his head towards the clothing I needed to fold. The mountain of clothing. The largest mountain in Northern America. That mountain is now gone- although it’s imprint on the map the satellite took shall live on.
The map should hit shelves possibly in late spring. You’ll know it’s the incorrect one when it claims the highest point in North America is not in Alaska, but it’s really in Salem, Oregon.
(the picture shown is not my mountain of clothes- it’s someone elses ‘hill’ that I found online.)
Current Mood:
Geeky
The same thing seems to be happening with all those kittens hanging around in my backyard as well. I’ve cut way back on the food I’m putting out, but they don’t even bother to eat all that I put out. Pretty soon I’ll stop leaving them food at all. Only one of them is still habitually hanging out here, and then only with the purpose (seemingly) of hissing at me and hiding in the sofa I keep on the back porch.
Oddly, that particular kitten looks very much like the one friendly cat on my premises — the one living in my greenhouse — even though they are not related. (And they both look almost exactly like the dark tiger-striped cat of yours.) I’ve suggested to the cat in the greenhouse that she write a kitten’s book, but she didn’t show any obvious enthusiasm for the idea. With the universal rejection of the idea, I’m beginning to think it must have been pretty dumb to begin with.
lol Well it wasn’t ‘dumb’… you just have to know who NOT to suggest it to. Does she have a tendency to eat kittens? I will attempt to respond better once I can get to some Tylenol. The Universe, in its divine way to keep Jonathon laughing and smiling, thought it would use me once more… this time it was by causing something to spill on the oven floor tonight which forced me to take down the smoke detector and hide it under a blanket so it would stop beeping (there was no smoke! I had fans going and opened the back door). Anyway… I went to place it back on the ceiling as I stood on a vanity bench.
It chirped at me- I gasped and knocked it… it fell from the ceiling and smacked my in the forehead- I screamed… fell backwards off the bench… and thus… Jonathon filled the apartment with spontaneous… infectious… non stop laughter.
But now my head hurts in one of those blinding ways.
I know that feeling too. Long ago, I shared an apartment with a friend from Taiwan who felt that everything needed to be cooked on a HIGH setting, and who didn’t feel the need to actually stand there and watch the food cooking. A frequent ingredient was these little dried red peppers that you sometimes see sold as “jap peppers”, and quite often see fried black if you eat stuff like kung pao chicken. At any rate, the normal technique you use is to start out the dish by frying these dried peppers in hot oil until they turn black. If you now visualize doing that unattended, and you know that the peppers emit great quantities of incredibly noxious gas when they burn, you’ll understand that the net result can be something like throwing a tear-gas bomb into the apartment.
On one occasion when we were living in a townhouse, I was asleep upstairs in my bedroom with the door closed. At something like 3 am. I suddenly awoke with the notion that the building was on fire, since the room was filled with choking gas. When I rushed downstairs and discovered burning jap peppers on the stove, I wasn’t too pleased. We opened all the windows to air out the place, but it was hours before it was comfortably habitable again.