short trips and cat hissy fits
The upcoming (tomorrow) trip to KY will be a short one-- just for the funeral. All sorting of household items and furniture will be delayed until later. Wahoo! Yea, team! I'll be coming back on Sunday. And we may be staying in Barbourville, which is about an hour further south than Richmond, so it's a shorter drive. Wahoo indeed.
I'm dropping some final forms off at campus on the way through Durham; as far as I know, this should be the last of the application stuff (of course, I thought I had everything required the FIRST time I sent it in; little did I know that what they said on the web page did not agree with the actual requirements. Silly me.) Anyway, tomorrow's batch of stuff includes all the financial aid information, or at least everything the nice lady told me I'd need. Including what she said I didn't need now but might need later. Lord knows, they might have some obscure requirement tucked away on some hidden web page I haven't discovered yet. We'll see.
Miranda has been so excited to have me home that she's been picking on Molly even more than usual. She sits in my lap, fidgeting and purring, and finally gets so happy that she can't stop herself from dashing over to bat Molly on the nose, then races back to my lap to purr some more. Sigh. Molly just hisses and doesn't really even get upset any more.
Livia and I went to the library book sale tonight. I thought we restrained ourselves admirably; I got fewer than thirty books. Probably I was able to restrain myself so well because the mystery section seemed smaller than usual and I didn't see a lot I wanted. Whatever works, I guess. Oh, one of the books I got was Love Songs of J Edgar Hoover by Kinky Friedman, of Kinky Friedman and the Texas Jewboys. Heh.
Off to get ready for the trip. Later, gators.
I'm dropping some final forms off at campus on the way through Durham; as far as I know, this should be the last of the application stuff (of course, I thought I had everything required the FIRST time I sent it in; little did I know that what they said on the web page did not agree with the actual requirements. Silly me.) Anyway, tomorrow's batch of stuff includes all the financial aid information, or at least everything the nice lady told me I'd need. Including what she said I didn't need now but might need later. Lord knows, they might have some obscure requirement tucked away on some hidden web page I haven't discovered yet. We'll see.
Miranda has been so excited to have me home that she's been picking on Molly even more than usual. She sits in my lap, fidgeting and purring, and finally gets so happy that she can't stop herself from dashing over to bat Molly on the nose, then races back to my lap to purr some more. Sigh. Molly just hisses and doesn't really even get upset any more.
Livia and I went to the library book sale tonight. I thought we restrained ourselves admirably; I got fewer than thirty books. Probably I was able to restrain myself so well because the mystery section seemed smaller than usual and I didn't see a lot I wanted. Whatever works, I guess. Oh, one of the books I got was Love Songs of J Edgar Hoover by Kinky Friedman, of Kinky Friedman and the Texas Jewboys. Heh.
Off to get ready for the trip. Later, gators.