Like Fire & Powder
I guess start with the good, because that's... good. I was way depressed this morning when Lloyd called and wanted to go get lunch (yay! I've only asked him every day this week!) We went to Nozawa's planning on conservatively ordering sushi. We got there and they started their 50% deal already! So we got a little too excited about the cut prices and went a little overboard... the good part was that they served us on the boat (this cool wooden ship they pile the sushi onto when you order enough). The bad part was, we couldn't finish it and wasted some sushi, which is surely not okay with the sushi gods. Felt a little better after stuffing my face, and when we went to leave, the Tibetan man who works there (Gan) stopped me at the door and kinda gestured for me to wait. His English skills are very low, and he's very shy, but I always make a point to talk to him. We became friendly last summer when I sat outside Nozawa's reading a book by the Dalai Lama, and his face lit up, and he stuttered out "My Lama!" and tried to talk to me. He's a young Tibetan refugee, and has pictures of him with the Dalai Lama in a small group, and pictures outside the Potala and other great places. He's currently a busser at the restaurant. So anyways, he runs out to his car, and comes back with a bag, that has about 100 incense bundled up by paper with handwritten prayers on it, and he said he wanted to give me incense from Tibet. Talk about making me smile! This is a shy guy with a huge communication barrier, and he thought to give me a present. I was pretty flattered by that, and it meant a lot.
Went to Loaded Joes for some coffee next, and the barista (baristo?) Simon finally got me in touch with his tattoo friend, and it looks like I might get my tattoo on Sunday. A quote on my forearm in Eric's writing:
Like fire and powder,
which as they kiss,
consume.
Anyways, for the bad, my little Petri parrot died on Monday evening. I am devastated. He was my little buddy, did everything with me (when it was warm out) and hung out with me all day. I miss my morning birdy kisses and cuddles. I miss how he fluffed up his little body and chirped when he saw me. I miss his happy gurgly noises he made when I gave him new food. I miss how ridiculous he was when he insisted on trying to take a bird bath in his water dish, even though I had just had him by the sink. I remember the funny stuff, like how he wouldn't eat the first day we had him, until the pizza guy came and he perked up, waddled over to the pizza box and helped himself. Pizza was his favorite. He ate like crap; he wouldn't eat anything good, just generic parrot seed, carbs & cheese. We were told he was 8 when we got him, but as far as I know I was owner number 6-8, so he could have been way older. We buried his little body in the backyard after I snipped a few feathers to keep, and I'm going to Home Depot this to buy him a tree that I'm going to plant over his grave. Everyone out here hated him because he was such a brat to anyone but me, but to me he was the best bird ever, and I'm going to miss him for a long time.
Also, I put in notice at the Pet Center, so my two weeks are up on the Friday after next. Not going into detail about that on here, it was just too much drama & arguing between everyone, and the vet and I are on good terms. She gave me a great reference for some other jobs I'm hoping to get (I'm going to be picky about what I do now). I'm also going to advertise the pet sitting business & stable sitting, since it's going so great by word of mouth already, and my summer is almost booked with clients.
I guess that's about it. The weather is bad and I'm pretty down about everything.
Went to Loaded Joes for some coffee next, and the barista (baristo?) Simon finally got me in touch with his tattoo friend, and it looks like I might get my tattoo on Sunday. A quote on my forearm in Eric's writing:
Like fire and powder,
which as they kiss,
consume.
Anyways, for the bad, my little Petri parrot died on Monday evening. I am devastated. He was my little buddy, did everything with me (when it was warm out) and hung out with me all day. I miss my morning birdy kisses and cuddles. I miss how he fluffed up his little body and chirped when he saw me. I miss his happy gurgly noises he made when I gave him new food. I miss how ridiculous he was when he insisted on trying to take a bird bath in his water dish, even though I had just had him by the sink. I remember the funny stuff, like how he wouldn't eat the first day we had him, until the pizza guy came and he perked up, waddled over to the pizza box and helped himself. Pizza was his favorite. He ate like crap; he wouldn't eat anything good, just generic parrot seed, carbs & cheese. We were told he was 8 when we got him, but as far as I know I was owner number 6-8, so he could have been way older. We buried his little body in the backyard after I snipped a few feathers to keep, and I'm going to Home Depot this to buy him a tree that I'm going to plant over his grave. Everyone out here hated him because he was such a brat to anyone but me, but to me he was the best bird ever, and I'm going to miss him for a long time.
Also, I put in notice at the Pet Center, so my two weeks are up on the Friday after next. Not going into detail about that on here, it was just too much drama & arguing between everyone, and the vet and I are on good terms. She gave me a great reference for some other jobs I'm hoping to get (I'm going to be picky about what I do now). I'm also going to advertise the pet sitting business & stable sitting, since it's going so great by word of mouth already, and my summer is almost booked with clients.
I guess that's about it. The weather is bad and I'm pretty down about everything.