A Cat By Any Other Name

      Still life with cats: the story of me

 

April 2, 2002

Random Acts: Dream a little dream

Random Acts of Journaling - March: You are given a gift of 1 million dollars. There are some restrictions on how you can spend some of the money, as follows:
$100,000 must be donated to charity. What charities will you support?
SPCA ? I?ve been involved in the local SPCA now for over ten years, and know […]

 

April 4, 2002

Random Acts: Girl talk

Random Acts of Journaling- February:
People lose people. I don’t know why we are all so damn careless. Folks lose their kids, men lose their women, even friends get lost if you don’t keep an eye out. I look through the windshield at the houses going by. For every person sitting in them houses, watching TV […]

 

April 6, 2002

After all, it*is* spring

It started with the garage, and that was only because stuff was starting to pile inward, encroaching from either side and forcing us to either park closer to each other (and thus cause me to whine about how he didn’t give me enough room in the garage), or forcing us to park right next to […]

 

April 8, 2002

Just tell yourself it’s extra protein

Yesterday morning, while sitting at church, Richard took a break from sketching out signs for “Bob’s House of Uncollectable Items and Cats” (I have no idea either) to scribble a note on the bulletin suggesting that if it was nice out, we should take a long bike ride. Considering that the air smelled like rain […]

 

April 9, 2002

Belated is my middle name

When it comes to sending presents to people, I am the queen of procrastination. It’s not that I procrastinate in actually getting the present, it’s that I’ll get the present, and then it will sit in my house for weeks while I try to remember to get it to a post office so I can […]

 

April 11, 2002

The other side of real

Last night we rented and watched Series 7, which is a spoof on the reality shows that have become so popular lately, such as Survivor, or Big Brother. The people who were portrayed were ‘real’ people, and the editing, the voice-overs, the music clips, the little interviews were all reminiscent of how these “reality” shows […]

 

April 12, 2002

A little short of breath

Thursday night, at choir practice, I took my oboe out of its case and put it together, preparing to play along with one of the pieces. My oboe, however, had other plans. I took a deep breath, blew through the reed, and an ungodly squawk emerged. No matter what key I pressed, all notes (ha!) […]

 

April 13, 2002

A quiet anniversary

This morning I woke slowly, and then rolled over to poke Richard. “Happy One Year in our house!” I said cheerfully. He mumbled something back, not quite awake yet, and then “oh yeah.”
There are times when it feels as if we have been here longer, just as there are times when it startles me […]

 

April 14, 2002

After

There are tidbits of songs still chasing around in my head. If I close my eyes I can track down their melodies, and automatically hum the harmonies. I discovered during our final rehearsal that these songs have sunk inside me; that I can sing most of them with only a brief glance at the music […]

 

April 15, 2002

Due dates

I found it faintly amusing to note the number of people who were still hunched in front of their computers at work today as I was leaving, hurriedly punching numbers into a range of online tax preparation systems in an attempt to beat the deadline. The news reports on the radio as I drove home […]