All around the mulberry bush
I do feel rather as though I've been chasing things in circles lately. I don't think I'll be able to give a full report on the last few weeks with any accuracy, but I'll do sort of a vague outline, howzat? In case anyone's been wondering.
Let's see, cats are settling in, doing fairly well. We have another vet appointment tomorrow for them both. Millie is still sneezing, and her eye has gotten goopy again, but that horrible cough seems to be gone, and her energy is mostly good. Medea is very sweet and friendly still, and anyone who comes in the house is asked for belly rubs. They (the cats, not the visitors) love all the cat trees, and to some extent the curtains, but I'd rather they destroy curtains, which are ours, than the blinds, which are not. Of course, I'd really rather they not destroy *either*, Misses Priss, but as they're young, healthy cats out for fun and stuff, that might be asking a bit much, I know.
The big project I'm working on for work is, um, going. I feel still a bit overwhelmed by it all, but I'm trying to seem competent and intelligent and all that. Not always my strong suits, but I do try. Each week the responses are a little better. As I'm at the hospital most of the time right now, I'm not at my desk at my office, and I'm borrowing computers at the hospital to do my work on. And when I'm getting home, I don't think about posting here, so that's been kind of slow lately. Sorry about that, in case you were worried. There is some life stuff going on that is stressful and unhappy, and that I won't go into here. I'm sort of preoccupied with it, and it takes up mental and emotional space and attention. Things will eventually get better, but I'm a mite distracted with it. Another reason for the sort of falling out of posting in general. Also this is the summer of teh busy, so I'm running around a lot, and people are visiting, and I'm trying to keep up with things like dancing, and housework, and bill-paying, and maybe actually writing something every once in awhile. Like fiction stuff. Maybe. I might get that done someday, if ever my brain cooperates again.
But let's see, over the weekend of the 4th, my best friend Angie came out for a visit, and it was fabulous! It was so great to see her; every time we're together it's like it's been only days since we were kids together, and it's comfortable immediately, and we talk and giggle and joke and just feel like sisters. Or like sisters should feel. I don't know, never having had sisters, I can only guess. Angie is like the sister I always wanted. Without all the fighting about whose turn it is to do the dishes, or if it was OK to borrow that sweater. I missed her until I saw her and we had time together, and then I missed her as soon as she left the car and went into the airport to go home. PS, totally missing you right now, Ang. Even though that random accidental phone call last night was pretty dang funny. :p
While she was here, we went to a Duran Duran concert at Marymoor Park here in the metro area. ZOMG, it was so much fun!!! We were sort of in the back, up on this little hill in the picnic area (it's an outdoor venue). We could see really well, even if we didn't bring beach chairs and we were as far back as you could be and still be in the concert area. The opening band I missed the name of, but they weren't bad. But when the guys came out, whoa nelly, did the park go crazy! And it wasn't just women of a particular age (mid-30s or so) that were there: there were those like us, and guys who weren't obviously gay, and families with small children, and kids in their 20s, and all of them on their feet and jumping up and down and screaming. And the crowd stayed on its feet the whole time! Which for Seattle, is pretty amazing. Ang and I danced the whole time, shaking it and boogieing and getting down. The people around us were dancing some too, but every now and then I could feel them looking at us, like wow, those girls are crazy. I think they were probably jealous. I mean come on, what's the point if you're not going to dance as hard as you can? They only wished they were us. (My knees, however, really wished they were not me the next day. Stretching is key at my age. Also remembering to plie all the way down on every jump. Ahem. Also maybe not jumping for two hours, that might be another key.) The guys sound the same - their voices have held up really well. They sang a few songs off the new album, and most of their hits, which takes up most of the show. They had so many hits over the years, I forget how many sometimes. I know some people think they weren't that great, but they were an awfully big presence on the charts during the 80s, and in the 90s too. And they looked good still (although I only know that from pictures. From where we were standing I could only be sure they were humanoid. They appeared to have heads, is all I can personally verify. But pictures from others who were closer show them looking pretty awesome for rock stars 20-odd years later.)
Anyway, so that was insanely cool, and Angie's visit was otherwise wonderful and lazy and laid-back, and a nice rest for both of us. Since then I've been working and fighting off the summer bleah (which isn't working, unfortunately) and playing with kitties and watching "So You Think You Can Dance" and "The Closer." A lot. Today I'm sitting on the couch feeling icky (that summer bleah thing) and watching DVDs of the first season of "Roswell," because I do loves me the pretty, pretty aliens. I feel a little dirtier thinking they're so pretty now it's 10 years later, and I'm the dirty old woman. But those kids are 10 years older, too. And at the time, they were well within the "1/2 your age plus 7" or whatever area of acceptable eye candy. So I'll just stand by my dirty old woman self and keep watching those pretty aliens and eat caramel corn and peaches and other summer comfort food, so there. Tomorrow is another work day, and I intend to have rested as much as possible before it starts. Next week will be even busier, and I have so very much to do. Fighting off ick is hard work. (The caramel corn is totally fuel for fighting ick, I swear.)
Let's see, cats are settling in, doing fairly well. We have another vet appointment tomorrow for them both. Millie is still sneezing, and her eye has gotten goopy again, but that horrible cough seems to be gone, and her energy is mostly good. Medea is very sweet and friendly still, and anyone who comes in the house is asked for belly rubs. They (the cats, not the visitors) love all the cat trees, and to some extent the curtains, but I'd rather they destroy curtains, which are ours, than the blinds, which are not. Of course, I'd really rather they not destroy *either*, Misses Priss, but as they're young, healthy cats out for fun and stuff, that might be asking a bit much, I know.
The big project I'm working on for work is, um, going. I feel still a bit overwhelmed by it all, but I'm trying to seem competent and intelligent and all that. Not always my strong suits, but I do try. Each week the responses are a little better. As I'm at the hospital most of the time right now, I'm not at my desk at my office, and I'm borrowing computers at the hospital to do my work on. And when I'm getting home, I don't think about posting here, so that's been kind of slow lately. Sorry about that, in case you were worried. There is some life stuff going on that is stressful and unhappy, and that I won't go into here. I'm sort of preoccupied with it, and it takes up mental and emotional space and attention. Things will eventually get better, but I'm a mite distracted with it. Another reason for the sort of falling out of posting in general. Also this is the summer of teh busy, so I'm running around a lot, and people are visiting, and I'm trying to keep up with things like dancing, and housework, and bill-paying, and maybe actually writing something every once in awhile. Like fiction stuff. Maybe. I might get that done someday, if ever my brain cooperates again.
But let's see, over the weekend of the 4th, my best friend Angie came out for a visit, and it was fabulous! It was so great to see her; every time we're together it's like it's been only days since we were kids together, and it's comfortable immediately, and we talk and giggle and joke and just feel like sisters. Or like sisters should feel. I don't know, never having had sisters, I can only guess. Angie is like the sister I always wanted. Without all the fighting about whose turn it is to do the dishes, or if it was OK to borrow that sweater. I missed her until I saw her and we had time together, and then I missed her as soon as she left the car and went into the airport to go home. PS, totally missing you right now, Ang. Even though that random accidental phone call last night was pretty dang funny. :p
While she was here, we went to a Duran Duran concert at Marymoor Park here in the metro area. ZOMG, it was so much fun!!! We were sort of in the back, up on this little hill in the picnic area (it's an outdoor venue). We could see really well, even if we didn't bring beach chairs and we were as far back as you could be and still be in the concert area. The opening band I missed the name of, but they weren't bad. But when the guys came out, whoa nelly, did the park go crazy! And it wasn't just women of a particular age (mid-30s or so) that were there: there were those like us, and guys who weren't obviously gay, and families with small children, and kids in their 20s, and all of them on their feet and jumping up and down and screaming. And the crowd stayed on its feet the whole time! Which for Seattle, is pretty amazing. Ang and I danced the whole time, shaking it and boogieing and getting down. The people around us were dancing some too, but every now and then I could feel them looking at us, like wow, those girls are crazy. I think they were probably jealous. I mean come on, what's the point if you're not going to dance as hard as you can? They only wished they were us. (My knees, however, really wished they were not me the next day. Stretching is key at my age. Also remembering to plie all the way down on every jump. Ahem. Also maybe not jumping for two hours, that might be another key.) The guys sound the same - their voices have held up really well. They sang a few songs off the new album, and most of their hits, which takes up most of the show. They had so many hits over the years, I forget how many sometimes. I know some people think they weren't that great, but they were an awfully big presence on the charts during the 80s, and in the 90s too. And they looked good still (although I only know that from pictures. From where we were standing I could only be sure they were humanoid. They appeared to have heads, is all I can personally verify. But pictures from others who were closer show them looking pretty awesome for rock stars 20-odd years later.)
Anyway, so that was insanely cool, and Angie's visit was otherwise wonderful and lazy and laid-back, and a nice rest for both of us. Since then I've been working and fighting off the summer bleah (which isn't working, unfortunately) and playing with kitties and watching "So You Think You Can Dance" and "The Closer." A lot. Today I'm sitting on the couch feeling icky (that summer bleah thing) and watching DVDs of the first season of "Roswell," because I do loves me the pretty, pretty aliens. I feel a little dirtier thinking they're so pretty now it's 10 years later, and I'm the dirty old woman. But those kids are 10 years older, too. And at the time, they were well within the "1/2 your age plus 7" or whatever area of acceptable eye candy. So I'll just stand by my dirty old woman self and keep watching those pretty aliens and eat caramel corn and peaches and other summer comfort food, so there. Tomorrow is another work day, and I intend to have rested as much as possible before it starts. Next week will be even busier, and I have so very much to do. Fighting off ick is hard work. (The caramel corn is totally fuel for fighting ick, I swear.)