I’ve done nothing but sleep and drink tea and sniffle and eat applesauce and cough and drink broth for four days. So I’m a little weak. The whole sitting up in a chair thing is pushing the envelope, so don’t expect miracles in the blogging department.
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What a killer week I’ve had
Last Sunday I drove up to Massachusetts. I visited my favorite uncle and aunt, took Arthur to two different colleges for interviews, and also visited one of my oldest friends, whom I hadn’t seen in ages. It was a 3 hour drive up, then a visit, then an hour in deep fog to Vermont, then an interview, then another visit, then another interview, then a 3 hour drive home, except I had to pull over for a nap partway home. I got home Tuesday night as dog tired as I’ve been since whenever I was last dog tired.
In the midst of all this I decided to buy a new range, which involved research in the library last Thursday, visits to appliance stores on Friday and Saturday, a purchase decision, and delivery and installation to arrange. So Tuesday night in my state of canine exhaustion, I made the necessary phone calls to delivery and installation type folks. Wednesday morning I also called the condo management and the trash pickup people about taking away the old range.
So, home and exhausted Tuesday night, at work Wednesday morning trying to work and also making these arrangements, and then leaving work early to come home and deal with installers.
And then I had a new range. So lovely. So efficient. Such a source of joy and delight. So I baked brownies Wednesday night to inaugurate the stove, and then Thursday night we had the best roasted split breasts ever. Also, there was an eclipse.
Friday my office closed for snow, and so that gave me time to rest and also to admire the beauty of my range. Except that’s when I started coughing. I definitely have that heavy feeling, like a weight on my chest. And body aches. Fuck. I went to the movies yesterday after the snow cleared, and saw a matinee showing of No Country for Old Men. I plan a review for Monday, particularly as how I’m sure it’s going to win Best Picture tomorrow night. And you all know what tomorrow night is, right? Tomorrow night is Deborah’s favorite night of the year!
The return of Dating Hell™
I haven’t done one of these in a while, because, well, no dates.
So let me start out by saying that this guy had a terrible profile on the dating site in question. Just terrible. Obnoxious and scattershot. So he was already a no.
Then he contacted me and wrote me a really nice email, and another really nice email. Both were intelligent and warm and about compatibility, and both were also full of spelling errors. So I thought, Hmm, maybe this is a guy who is smart and nice but can’t write. There are such guys. My ex was such a guy; his emails ranged from blah to actual suckitude, and you’d never guess from reading them how smart and funny he really was.
So I’ve done the classic Deborah thing of second guessing myself, and I respond politely to the guy’s email. And what happens is he starts pursuing me via email, very focused, very nice, never inappropriate, but never dropping the ball or forgetting to follow up or letting me forget to follow up. So my head was a tiny bit turned.
Finally, I give him a phone number and he calls and the call is also very nice. He’s a little bit, I dunno, I can say there were things I didn’t like on the call, but at the time it was a really fun conversation with someone with a real vocabulary and real thoughts in his head. He says “Let’s meet tonight” and I say I can’t and we agree to the following night. Around 10:30 that night my phone rings and I don’t catch it in time, but it’s him, and it’s “Just wanted to say good night. See you tomorrow.” Which was so sweet.
So I go to bed that night thinking, what a nice date I have for tomorrow!
3:30 in the morning, the phone rings. It’s him. “Wanna party?”
Oh. My. Gods.
Did I mention 3:30 in the morning?
So he never actually contacted me after that. Which is nice, for his alcoholism; at least he can still remember that he did it. When the blackouts are total he’s in real trouble. But either way, I’ll never know, because that’s as done as done gets.
My crazy flippin’ blog keeps disappearing
So I (actually Joe) keep restoring from backup. So if you commented or anything, it’s probably gone.
Friday Catblogging: Alarm Clock
He’s standing on my alarm clock.
Look, I wake up without an alarm, unless I’m getting up extra-early, and here’s a lovely reason why: He stands on my alarm clock. There’s like, buttons there.
Friday Catblogging: We don’t do this anymore
I am not sure how we started picking Mingo up in strange ways. Like this. But he loved it. Loved it. And begged for it. And actually, still begs for it. But it seemed really weird and creepy so we asked the vet and she said don’t do it. So we don’t.
But it makes for a wild photo.
Chase Bank has the hiccups
I transferred money to cover a withdrawal, and the transfer won’t be in until tomorrow, so Chase Bank sent me an email.
And then another.
And then another.
A total of 262931 since 10 pm this evening, trying to make the same payment. All of them saying they will try 3 times and then give up.
Chase: Give. The fuck. Up.
I totally forgot today was Friday
I usually do the catblogging Thursday night so it’ll show up here Friday morning. I forgot. Sorry. It’s been kind of a week.
I am a dream interpreter’s wet dream
So I find that my basement is full of cats, and my ex-husband comes over to help, only when I look down the basement stairs (a) the stairs are gone, and (b) the basement is now full of snakes. Many of which have apparently recently eaten; you can see animal shapes inside them. Only if you close the door and open it again, it’s cats and stairs.
And I freaked out. In the dream, and then again upon waking.
Catblogging hold
Until I get that USB port fixed, I’m not uploading new photos. Rest assured, they’re still pretty cute.
