The dudly night for TV these days. Had to take a little nap when I got home, after putting a chicken in the oven. Was unable to snooze on the bus as I normally do, on account of the lanky (and unattractive) person squeezed in next to me, inadvertently elbowing me in the midriff as he was tapping on his smart phone (made worse when the bus would come to a stop). It was almost unbearable. The bus was standing-room-only up to a point, and only on the very last leg of the trip, when I normally stop snoozing so as not to miss my stop, was there room for him to move over, and he did.
Unfortunately I'd been unable to move my briefcase into a position so as to block his elbow from entering my space, and he appeared to be so absorbed in what he was doing on the phone that he was oblivious (or had no feeling in his elbow). Or maybe that kind of thing is acceptable in his home country. Who knows. It was very awkward and annoying. That's my ticklish zone - don't go there.
When the chicken was done, I cut some pieces off to take to work for lunch tomorrow. Will eat that with some leftover artichoke hearts I have marinating in Ken's Lite Northern Italian dressing. Cleaned the cat boxes.
Well, Labor Day (and my week's vacation) kind of crept up on me. Today I realized it's next week. Yea! I need it right about now.
Lucas is pissed at me since I'm not allowing him to hang out on the terrace for hours on end (where the action is these days). Earlier I went out there and called for him to come inside - he was sitting up on the ledge and I wasn't about to go grab him - but he wouldn't budge. So I shut the sliding-glass door on him and turned up the A/C (compressor is out on the terrace and Lucas doesn't like it when it cranks up). Never done that before, but I was pissed. A few minutes later he was down from the ledge and ready to come inside. Little stinker.
I did a Google search for "cat on a ledge" and found these photos from a blog in Toulouse, France. They're from a post titled "Charlie the Cat." The caption reads: "March 31st, 2007: Sneaky cat on a very thin ledge. There's a 6-storey drop from where he's sitting." This is what Lucas does, but the drop is only one storey down to the pool deck. (And he's fallen off a few times.) Hope Charlie's still with us now in 2011.Unfortunately I'd been unable to move my briefcase into a position so as to block his elbow from entering my space, and he appeared to be so absorbed in what he was doing on the phone that he was oblivious (or had no feeling in his elbow). Or maybe that kind of thing is acceptable in his home country. Who knows. It was very awkward and annoying. That's my ticklish zone - don't go there.
When the chicken was done, I cut some pieces off to take to work for lunch tomorrow. Will eat that with some leftover artichoke hearts I have marinating in Ken's Lite Northern Italian dressing. Cleaned the cat boxes.
Well, Labor Day (and my week's vacation) kind of crept up on me. Today I realized it's next week. Yea! I need it right about now.
Lucas is pissed at me since I'm not allowing him to hang out on the terrace for hours on end (where the action is these days). Earlier I went out there and called for him to come inside - he was sitting up on the ledge and I wasn't about to go grab him - but he wouldn't budge. So I shut the sliding-glass door on him and turned up the A/C (compressor is out on the terrace and Lucas doesn't like it when it cranks up). Never done that before, but I was pissed. A few minutes later he was down from the ledge and ready to come inside. Little stinker.
[Update] Eventually Charlie's owners, Yves and Narelle, moved to a house with a yard, and Charlie was still alive and living comfortably.
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| "Front of the house, as promised! Also, the park at the front of our residence where Charlie likes to hang out with the other cats." |
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