I checked all of his usual hidey spots this morning and no kitty.
Hmm... Could he possibly be in the back room closet?
There he is!
It's amazing I can find him all that clutter.
Here's a bonus sleeping picture where he's doing that paw-over-his-face thing that just KEEELS me! It's not a close shot because I didn't want to disturb him.
I disturb him enough already. He just can't get a minute of piece when I'm home.
For those of you who saw the clothing styles of Warren Jeff's cult of polygamy and thought, "Wow, pastels and ankle-to-wrist underwear would be great!", now there's a website for you.
According to an AP article, the sect is offering many items of clothing including dresses, overalls, shirts, pants, nightclothes, onesies for babies and ankle-to-wrist underwear. Women's apparel could be added if there is demand.
I'm filing this post under "Conflicted" because as much as I want to laugh, it really hurts to see this. I went to the site out of curiousity but felt sadness and pain to see little kids dressed up in what amounts to, in my opinion, prison clothes. Trapped by no choice of their own into a cult of oppression and religious fanaticism.
Sigh
Let's just jump on in. First, last week's results:
June 23-29
1. Confirm cat watcher for July 4 - Regular cat watcher will be gone. Oh noes! Need to get backup!
2. Decorate fridge with postcards - No tape!
3. Sketch kitties for portrait painting prep - Will take on airplane with me for five hour trip to NYC
4. Workout four times - SIX! And I'm still fat and out of shape! :-P
5. Dust - No, but I need to considering I discovered my vacuum bag had come unattached after cleaning on Sunday. Great.
6. Finish two magazines from the pile - Finished three, two more came in the mail. Will take a stack on the airplane as well. I always carry enough mags to get me through a year, even if the flight is short.
7. Write letter to German relatives - Fail. Just lazy on my part, even though they sent me a postcard this week.
So I'm a loser. Let's try this again:
June 30 - July 6
1. Confirm cat watcher (URGENT!)
2. Pack for NYC
3. Buy NYC postcards to send to German relatives
4. Read mags and sketch kitties on airplane
5. Flirt with new age-appropriate airplane boyfriend (the odds are good, so I may as well add it)
6. Walk across Brooklyn Bridge
7. Check out East River waterfalls
8. Have fun with DKN and TJ!
I'm so excited about the weekend. Dr. John called last night and we went over some advance preparations. He's a doll and is going to buy a hair dryer so I don't have to pack mine. We talked about stocking up on hangover treatments and I suggested he acquire us some saline solution. He thought hooking us up on IVs would be great, "It's like magic!", but I'm not sure that will happen. It's a good idea, though.
When MomH and I were in NYC in November, we had lunch in Little Italy and I had the best gnocchi of my entire life. It would be great to go back, but why eat in the same place twice when Manhattan is full of fun restaurants and cafes.
Now I have to figure out what to wear. It'll be warmer than last time so I won't have to worry about freezing my tail off again!
Show us something in your house from the 1970s.
The picture is from 1974, I'm from 1971. Both the picture and me are in my house so that counts, right?
What have you been putting off all weekend?
My to-do list. In its entirety.
Okay, maybe I'm not THAT bad, but I can't vacuum in the living room because Elvis is in there sleeping. He's too cute and sleppy to move.
I also can't decorate my fridge with postcards because I have no tape.
But I do have the time and motivation to take and post pictures of my cat and my refrigerator. Huh.
Anyway, I've been fairly productive all weekend. I should go grocery shopping but it's so darn hot I don't feel like stepping outside. I walked to church this morning and was really woozy and light-headed by the time I got there. It was probably due to not eating breakfast and my low blood pressure, but I still hitched a ride home anyway. I think we're supposed to be 110 or 111 today. Blarg.
Okay, enough of this goofing off. I should probably get back to checking things off my list.
Just like an overhyped pay-per-view boxing match, the very first Scorpion Death Match was anticlimatic and over before it began.
I got home last night around 10:30 p.m. after a night of high theater - Nearly Naked's "Reefer Madness". It was hilarious, even for a non-toker. Very well done and chock full of great local talent.
Anyway, I went into the kitchen and I saw him. A biggish piece of nastiness, right in front of the fridge. You learn early on to watch the floors in this place, so I saw him before I stepped on him (although I did have my shoes on, still).
I found a recycled container which previously held hummus from Trader Joe's and scooped up Mr. Stingey. Remembering the tip from Brown Suga' about a scorpions distaste for whiskey, I thought I would give that try. I don't have any whiskey, my tequila is expensive, and I like vodka. That left gin, which I detest and is leftover from an ex-boyfriend of years ago.
Why do I have it? Well, you just can't dump perfectly booze down the sink even if you don't like it. It's a law, I think.
I meant to splash a little on Mr. Stingey, but I personally like a generous pour. The gin took the curl out of his tail immediately. I shimmied the container a little bit to get him up on the high spot to dry out, so to speak. I left him there and as I was walking back to my bedroom, I spied another one in the den, a little smaller than the first one. Just a teenager, really.
I scooped him up and dumped him in with the first one. Just like a stereotypical old washed up boxer, Mr. Stingey had no moves and had been hitting the bottle pretty hard. The lightweight freaked out and took off, falling into the ring of gin surrounding the playing field and swimming like crazy, dragging Mr. Stingey along with him.
Wait - maybe you don't actually want to hear about this. I'm trying to walk that line between entertainment and offending people, kind of like the theater company I had just enjoyed (although they don't care if you are offended by anything).
Long story short, there really wasn't much to witness. Once I work the bugs out (heh), then I might have a show worthy of recording.
Not that I want to, I do it for you. Those of you who are sick and want to see this kind of thing. :-P
As for my kill count, I think that takes me up to 7 or 8 for the summer. I'm still winning!
Scanned from this morning's paper. Yeah, I'm old school like that.
I'm one of those people who will read the obituary page in the newspaper. Sometimes I just do a scan to see where people are requesting donations in lieu of flowers. It gives me a glimpse as to how they died and/or what was most important to them in life.
Sometimes I pause for those who have no story other than "If you have any information on this person, please contact X Funeral Home." I wonder where they were when they died, how they were found, and if there is anyone out there to care they are gone. So I'll take a moment to care.
Sometimes I stop and read when there is someone my age.
Today's list included an attractive 37 year old woman who died on June 6. In her obit was the fact that her mother passed on June 18 and the services will be combined. How incredibly sad. The 37 year old's memorials are directed to the American Heart Association and her mother's to the American Cancer Association.
Sad yet intrigued, I googled them and found their online guest books and read the remarks from friends and family. I was almost tempted to add my own condolences to the family, but I thought that would be too much like a random stalker thing to do.
So I'll just send my thoughts.
Beer and music. A little fun for your Friday.
This reminds me of a small concert held here in town in an art gallery. It was a chamber music concert that featured a contemporary piece that incorporated the sound made by rubbing your finger on a crystal glass. The organizer went through the glass collections of all the Phoenix Symphony members, thrift stores and other places to get all the varying pitches he needed.
The entire show was incredible, but that was mesmerizing.
My dear kitty lives in fear every morning of going back to the Kitty Jail & Torture Center, even though he hasn't been to the vet in months.
Poor kittums.
He doesn't dive under the bed any more, but he does have a few select hidey spots. The other morning I couldn't help but laugh at him trying to hide behind my night stand.
I'll make this a semi-regular feature on the blog so you can all play 'Find Mr. Wuv Wuv' along with me.
While I'm uploading cat pics from the camera, here's a bonus Elvis shot.
