A Cat By Any Other Name

      Still life with cats: the story of me
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August 7, 2002

Another place and time

Friday morning we flew out of Sacramento and landed in Cleveland Ohio that evening. We crowded into two cars – my parents, Richard and me, and my older sister and her family – and drove for over an hour through the eternal construction that is the Ohio turnpike until we reached a tiny little place [...]

 

August 8, 2002

Residual

When I flew out to Ohio on Friday, I landed feeling rather queasy, and with the faint rumblings of a headache. All symptoms faded away shortly after I was once again on solid ground and not bumping around in turbulence thousands of feet into the air. But the pressure in my head was only a [...]

 

August 10, 2002

Poof

There is something shameful I must admit to everyone. I cannot make piecrusts. Oh, I can mix the ingredients together and carefully add the water and then attempt to smash it into a pan and mostly cover the bottom and the sides. But the crust turns out lumpy and crumbly and with odd holes in [...]

 

August 13, 2002

La la la

The futon cover has been hanging on the line now for three days. I’d pretend that this is a repetition of the great sock incident, but there just isn’t as much honor in leaving a futon cover out as there was with the socks. It’s really only still out there because we’re both too lazy [...]

 

August 16, 2002

And in this corner…

The Contenders
One cat, 12 years old, tortoiseshell (oh boy is she tortoiseshell), weighing barely 8 pounds, after losing an entire pound over the course of a year, reasons unknown.
One human, adult female, determined (that would be me) to get said cat to eat more and gain back some of that lost weight because she’s much [...]

 

August 18, 2002

Only two to go

I’ve managed to get the hang of that whole cover letter thing now, and I can whip one of those puppies out in seconds. I’ve tweaked and massaged my resume a dozen different ways in the past week, to make it work for whatever job I’m applying for. I’m working up the nerve to cold-call [...]

 

August 21, 2002

Again

As we have been biking these past several months, I have marked on the calendar the miles we ride each day.
The last time a number shows up on my calendar is July 30th. 22 miles. I rode with Richard to work and then rode home by myself, fighting the wind the whole way.
Part [...]

 

August 25, 2002

Pressing on

When I went out on my bike on Wednesday the weather was perfect. There was no breeze at all in either direction. If it had been as windy as it can get around here, I might not have been nearly as determined to get back into the whole biking thing, but I was lucky.
Thursday [...]

 

August 26, 2002

For now

Last week a former coworker of mine forwarded me some information for a job. It sounded interesting – the guy was looking for several trainers. I tossed the information toward Richard, and he thought it seemed interesting enough to volunteer. That was Tuesday.
Thursday afternoon Richard got an interview with the guy scheduled for today. [...]

 

August 27, 2002

If: Somebody else, not me

If Project- August: If you were to reinvent yourself, what is it about you that absolutely should be changed? What radical improvement do you think others would hope to see in you?
I think what strikes me most about this question is what popped into my head immediately upon reading it. My weight. That’s what [...]

 
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