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02:24 PM - 09/08/2003

The topic: It’s still been pretty quiet

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Monday, September 8, 2003  It’s been pretty quiet around here.  We were worried about SpotTee because he didn’t come around for a few days, but he showed up Saturday afternoon for food.  We hadn’t seen him in over forty-eight hours.

The cameras and weather station are on, but I haven’t been spending as much time online as I have in the past.  I think the weather has an awful lot to do with that.  It’s much easier to sit in front of the monitor with all the doors and windows open and listening to the sounds of outside, like dogs barking in the distance and the breeze through the trees (like right now).  When it’s so miserably hot and humid like much of this summer has been, I honestly don’t feel like doing much at all.  Keeping up with laundry and litterboxes is an effort, but it has to be done.  It seems like they all get done in slow motion.

We ended up getting a new freezer yesterday.  We got it at Home Depot and I just finished moving the last of the food from the old freezer.  We’ve had the old freezer almost as long as we’ve been married.  It’s a Montgomery Wards model, which will give you some idea of its age big grin.  The old one is a chest model, the new, an upright.  So far, I think I’ll like the upright (although the capacity isn’t as large) better than the chest.  For one thing, I’m short and it was really hard for me to get to stuff in the bottom.  And it ended up getting covered in ice.  We ended up tossing a huge garbage can full of old food, steaks, lots of buns (hamburger and hot dog) and leftovers (what the hell was that?).  And since earlier this year I cleaned up the pantry, I can get to the Deni food saver (it sucks out the air and seals bags) without having to dig through other devices and I think it should be easier to be more organized.  If we do get steaks in the multi-pack (which we do at CostCo), maybe now we’ll not end up losing over half of them into the dark hole of the freezer chest.  I’ve put all of my diet dinners in there and I must admit, it’s much nicer being able to see right off what I have (I buy them on sale, when they’ve got them four/five for ten dollars, and I’ve got quite a few, they’re in there book style now) and not to have to dig around in the coldness; my fingers would go numb.  I felt kind of bad for Lonee, because she likes sleeping on the chest, but I notice that Katie was on top of the new one this morning, so it shouldn’t be too long before Lonee finds a new spot.

My mom is in the process of taming a kitten who showed up by her home recently.  She’s calling the kitten “Baby”.  So far, she hasn’t been able to touch this feline, but Baby is letting mom sit by her while she eats the food mom puts out.  Baby does seem to like the other cats, is special friends with Target, an unneutered male cat (mom knows she needs to get him in to get fixed, but he’s like Jackie, I guess, one of those cats that it’s wise to not reach out and grab, not if you value your skin).  This specialness leads me to believe that Baby, is indeed, a litte girl.

I liked the soundtrack of “Pirates” so much (the movie we saw last weekend) I just ordered it.  I wish that Depp kid lived on our street.  I think he’d be fun to have around.

I was down another two pounds Friday.  I’ve got nine more to go until I’ve lost fifty.  Woohoo!  Here’s hoping I can lose that by my birthday, doing the “fifty by fifty”.

DeeJay puked all over my feet this morning.  In bed.  Brian was pretty quick about pulling up the comforter (I was on top of it) and got it before it hit the rest of the bedclothes.  That’s in the laundry right now.  There was some grass in the vomit, so I guess his tummy was a little upset.  Since I’ve been giving him the Pepcid, he’s not been doing this nearly as often as he had been. As a matter of fact, I think this is the first time he’s thrown up this much since I started him on the antacid.

The backhoe is gone.  We put it back in the heavy equipment trader for a thousand dollars less than Brian had originally asked.  He got more calls on it this weekend than all of the other weeks put together.  And the first guy that asked about it, got it.  So, the money we got is going back into the equity account.  It would be nice to piss some away, but haven’t we been doing that all year with money we don’t have?  Time to show a little responsibility, I guess. 

What else?  Hmmm….  I can’t think of anything.  It’s been too hot to be eventful, I guess. 

Angel is getting more and more affectionate as the weeks go by.  She’s spending less time in the garage and more time in the house.  In the evenings, she can be found cuddled up next to me or sometimes, Brian.  She still looks as little and kittenish as ever to me.  I took some pictures of her last week and was surprised at how adult she looks.  She sure doesn’t look like this to me.

 

 

 



And here’s a picture taken of Kirby after a little nip party we had on the patio a couple of weeks ago (it was live on the patiocam):
 

 



I notice I haven’t been taking too many pictures, either.  Damn, where did my enthusiasm go?  Did the heat melt it?  Looks like.


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