Wow! Sunny weather today! I didn't even wear a sweater!
Busy day again today. Puttered around until lunch, ate, fed Cobweb, then walked over to Ilah's house. Unfortunately, I loaded the wrong chapters of Cat's Eye onto my iPod, so I had magically skipped forward quite a bit. Oops. I plan to go back and listen to those other two chapters tomorrow.
This time, Caruso was there when I got to Ilah's house. He seemed very pleased to see me. I put some more food in his bowl, gave him fresh water, petted him a bunch, and then he decided he'd had enough of me and he left. I hung around for another couple minutes to see if he would come back, but he didn't, so I headed out. I guess on Sunday he hung around longer because Shannon was there. Cats love Shannon. Maybe he also liked that we were reading aloud.
I got home, sat down to rest for a bit, then headed out to Trader Joe's, where I bought cat food, orange juice, and chicken quesadillas. I wanted some of their pumpkin bread, but they didn't have it. Maybe that was only in the autumn? When the cashier was ringing up my purchases, I noticed that one of the cat food cans was dented. I said I didn't want it -- could she please take it off the total. This appeared to be more difficult than it sounds. But I'd rather not give my cats botulism.
On the walk home, my backpack was hella heavy. I felt like a dwarf hauling ore out of the mines.
So ... I don't know ... maybe 8 or 9 miles of walking today? I could have biked it, but I wanted to listen to my audiobook.
Speaking of audiobooks, I got an email from the library telling me that there is an audiobook on hold for me. Midnight's Children, by Salman Rushdie. Huh? I mean, I've been wanting to read that book for years, but I'm not sure the language will work well on audio. Too intricate/lush/metaphorical/etc. I had kind of decided that I wanted to listen to very straightforward stuff on audio -- like John Irving and Margaret Atwood -- so what possessed me to request Rushdie? I have no memory of it. Well ... since they're holding it for me, I think I will give it a try. What little I've read of Rushdie has amazed and dazzled me, so I would love to be able to experience it.
We watched the second episode of "Fringe" over dinner tonight, and I liked it better than the pilot. It's grosser than "The X-Files," but otherwise similar. In this episode, someone's eyeball was taken out, and that always squicks me. Yuck, eyeballs.
Tomorrow: wash my hair, see Caruso, stop by the library on the way to see Caruso, wrap presents, do Dreamweaver homework, listen to the lost chapters of Cat's Eye and figure out what happened to the main character between the ages of 10 and 12, etc. Shannon will be gone in the evening, so I will be entertaining myself. I predict Criminal Minds and crossword puzzles.
This time, Caruso was there when I got to Ilah's house. He seemed very pleased to see me. I put some more food in his bowl, gave him fresh water, petted him a bunch, and then he decided he'd had enough of me and he left. I hung around for another couple minutes to see if he would come back, but he didn't, so I headed out. I guess on Sunday he hung around longer because Shannon was there. Cats love Shannon. Maybe he also liked that we were reading aloud.
I got home, sat down to rest for a bit, then headed out to Trader Joe's, where I bought cat food, orange juice, and chicken quesadillas. I wanted some of their pumpkin bread, but they didn't have it. Maybe that was only in the autumn? When the cashier was ringing up my purchases, I noticed that one of the cat food cans was dented. I said I didn't want it -- could she please take it off the total. This appeared to be more difficult than it sounds. But I'd rather not give my cats botulism.
On the walk home, my backpack was hella heavy. I felt like a dwarf hauling ore out of the mines.
So ... I don't know ... maybe 8 or 9 miles of walking today? I could have biked it, but I wanted to listen to my audiobook.
Speaking of audiobooks, I got an email from the library telling me that there is an audiobook on hold for me. Midnight's Children, by Salman Rushdie. Huh? I mean, I've been wanting to read that book for years, but I'm not sure the language will work well on audio. Too intricate/lush/metaphorical/etc. I had kind of decided that I wanted to listen to very straightforward stuff on audio -- like John Irving and Margaret Atwood -- so what possessed me to request Rushdie? I have no memory of it. Well ... since they're holding it for me, I think I will give it a try. What little I've read of Rushdie has amazed and dazzled me, so I would love to be able to experience it.
We watched the second episode of "Fringe" over dinner tonight, and I liked it better than the pilot. It's grosser than "The X-Files," but otherwise similar. In this episode, someone's eyeball was taken out, and that always squicks me. Yuck, eyeballs.
Tomorrow: wash my hair, see Caruso, stop by the library on the way to see Caruso, wrap presents, do Dreamweaver homework, listen to the lost chapters of Cat's Eye and figure out what happened to the main character between the ages of 10 and 12, etc. Shannon will be gone in the evening, so I will be entertaining myself. I predict Criminal Minds and crossword puzzles.