Three things: creepy-crawlies, a kitten in a cone, and a haircut
1) Given that 
scruloose had a run-in with a mukade outside Ise last year, I feel silly about yelping over the maybe-2-inch centipede that was just in our upstairs hallway. But it wouldn't die! ;_; I didn't want to kill it slowly, but it WOULD NOT DIE. (Which was also
scruloose's experience with the mukade, but that beast had the excuse of being about ten times the size of this wee creepy-crawly. *shudders*)
Note that I never laid eyes on the mukade that materialized in our hostel (and I'm very glad of that!), so I didn't build up any immunity to the local bugs here, with the comparatively tiny sizes--unlike the thing where for about a year after I got back from Hong Kong I could laugh a little at Canadian spiders as long as they were outside, after the monstrosities we dealt with on a regular basis there.
2) Poor Claudia is being so good and stoic about her cone. She clearly hates it, but she hardly resists having it put on, other than a mew of protest. When it's on she comes running to us if she's been alone at all, begging to have her poor head and neck scratched; she's also cuddlier for some reason (maybe she thinks that if she snuggles and purrs we'll be moved to take the cone off more often?). When it comes off she scratches and grooms and scratches and plays and scratches and scratches and scratches and grooms and races around at great speeds, frolicking in her joy at liberation.
Not that the cone suppresses her all that much. Within the last 24 hours she's started leaping up to the kitchen counters (which we've been expecting for a while now). When I got up this morning, there was a knife in the middle of the kitchen floor. O_O So
scruloose is going to booby-trap the counters before bed tonight, and we're being careful about what's on the counters. Hopefully she can be dissuaded fairly quickly. She's usually a quick study.
3) To my great relief, I finally got my hair cut today. I'd been putting it off until it was just about time for Casual Job, and oh, it feels SO MUCH BETTER. And it looks better, too, but the length was bothering me enough that I care more about the feeling.
My stylist cut my bangs ever-so-slightly (since I'm growing them out) and got rid of every strand that was touching or even thinking about touching my neck. We talked about my kittens, and about her dog's handlebar mustache (he comes to work with her, so she got to show it off, and it's adorable), and about the perils of wanting to be a faux redhead, and about whether I should bring Claudia and Jinksy in to meet her sometime. In support of that last, she submitted that another client once brought his pet hedgehog in. *g* So all in all, I'd call that a good visit.
It's amazing how much I like going there, given that I usually hate the salon experience even when I like the person cutting my hair. She used to work for a place where I went for years--I had another regular stylist who moved out west, and then I switched to my current stylist right around when
wildpear got married (easy to remember, since she did
wildpear's hair for the wedding)--and the actual haircutting part was always enjoyable and had results I liked, but dealing with their front desk staff always made my anxiety act up. That's a far more normal state of affairs, in my experience.
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scruloose had a run-in with a mukade outside Ise last year, I feel silly about yelping over the maybe-2-inch centipede that was just in our upstairs hallway. But it wouldn't die! ;_; I didn't want to kill it slowly, but it WOULD NOT DIE. (Which was also
scruloose's experience with the mukade, but that beast had the excuse of being about ten times the size of this wee creepy-crawly. *shudders*)
Note that I never laid eyes on the mukade that materialized in our hostel (and I'm very glad of that!), so I didn't build up any immunity to the local bugs here, with the comparatively tiny sizes--unlike the thing where for about a year after I got back from Hong Kong I could laugh a little at Canadian spiders as long as they were outside, after the monstrosities we dealt with on a regular basis there.
2) Poor Claudia is being so good and stoic about her cone. She clearly hates it, but she hardly resists having it put on, other than a mew of protest. When it's on she comes running to us if she's been alone at all, begging to have her poor head and neck scratched; she's also cuddlier for some reason (maybe she thinks that if she snuggles and purrs we'll be moved to take the cone off more often?). When it comes off she scratches and grooms and scratches and plays and scratches and scratches and scratches and grooms and races around at great speeds, frolicking in her joy at liberation.
Not that the cone suppresses her all that much. Within the last 24 hours she's started leaping up to the kitchen counters (which we've been expecting for a while now). When I got up this morning, there was a knife in the middle of the kitchen floor. O_O So
scruloose is going to booby-trap the counters before bed tonight, and we're being careful about what's on the counters. Hopefully she can be dissuaded fairly quickly. She's usually a quick study.
3) To my great relief, I finally got my hair cut today. I'd been putting it off until it was just about time for Casual Job, and oh, it feels SO MUCH BETTER. And it looks better, too, but the length was bothering me enough that I care more about the feeling.
My stylist cut my bangs ever-so-slightly (since I'm growing them out) and got rid of every strand that was touching or even thinking about touching my neck. We talked about my kittens, and about her dog's handlebar mustache (he comes to work with her, so she got to show it off, and it's adorable), and about the perils of wanting to be a faux redhead, and about whether I should bring Claudia and Jinksy in to meet her sometime. In support of that last, she submitted that another client once brought his pet hedgehog in. *g* So all in all, I'd call that a good visit.
It's amazing how much I like going there, given that I usually hate the salon experience even when I like the person cutting my hair. She used to work for a place where I went for years--I had another regular stylist who moved out west, and then I switched to my current stylist right around when
wildpear got married (easy to remember, since she did
wildpear's hair for the wedding)--and the actual haircutting part was always enjoyable and had results I liked, but dealing with their front desk staff always made my anxiety act up. That's a far more normal state of affairs, in my experience.
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