A Cat By Any Other Name

      Still life with cats: the story of me

 

August 1, 2001

Attack of the dried fruit

When planning where to go after the wedding, I let Richard know that he was not to tell anyone where we were going. I wasn’t too worried that someone might try to follow us or track us down, but several people invited were people to whom I and others had done things to (short-sheeting the […]

 

August 3, 2001

Just in case you were wondering

Because I really want out of consulting, and because if I go off of vacation they will stick me on a project as soon as they can, and because all the projects they could stick me on would require me to get on a plane to somewhere, I’m on vacation. Still. And I’ve got enough […]

 

August 4, 2001

Immaterial girl

We’re driving, heading from breakfast to the recycling center to drop off the latest pile of packing boxes. Richard picks up one of the clear crystal-cut ring boxes that have been floating around in my car since the wedding.
“This looks like something I could use in a D&D game.” He adopts the voice […]

 

August 6, 2001

Wedding: Postlude

Ever since Richard came back from his trip to Europe, I’ve been dying to go myself, so our honeymoon will be a trip to Ireland. However, what with building the house and planning the wedding, neither of us had any energy left to plan a honeymoon, so that’s tentatively planned for next spring. I say […]

 

August 7, 2001

Wedding pictures (and other stuff)

I had a dream the other night, that I got a computer virus. We went off to buy an anti-virus software program, but the salesman was being cagey. He was one of those over-eager sales clerks - young, tall, thin, and pimply - who kept extolling the virtues of the product, but he wouldn’t answer […]

 

August 8, 2001

Dig in

We have a huge black wrought iron plant tree in the living room that has 12 hooks. Granted, it may seem odd to some, but when filled with hanging plants, it looks really cool in the bay window, and we’ve plans to fill out that area with a few more pots hanging from the ceiling […]

 

August 9, 2001

What I currently hate most

I believe I have mentioned, in this journal, my feelings on ants once or twice. But have I mentioned lately how much I loathe and despise ants? No, I don’t just ‘not like’ ants. I hate them. With a passion that grows daily the more I have to kill.
They keep coming. Nothing I do […]

 

August 10, 2001

Correspondence-deficient

On Wednesday, the highlight of my exciting afternoon was when I vacuumed out the drawers on my half of the office (a slightly less scream-and-stomp-around highlight than yesterday’s). While Richard may be perfectly happy letting all his miscellaneous stuff cohabitate with sawdust, I am not so accepting, and the reason I have been allowing myself […]

 

August 11, 2001

Mud pies

I have sunburns on the back of my knees! My arms are a little toasted, but the worst of it is on the back of my legs. Makes sitting on things rather interesting - I end up perching on the very edge of the chair and hunching forward (posture, schmosture!), and occasionally muttering ‘ow!’ under […]

 

August 12, 2001

As the hourglass turns

We finally broke down and bought Norton anti-everything software. Richard came home yesterday with that and something else whose name escapes me but will, he assures me, help protect our little local network he’s been busily creating. Every once in a while he tells me excitedly about how he managed to tweak the framus a […]