Survey

1. Last 5 movies:
Bride & Prejudice, King of Masks, Incident at Loch Ness, Fight Club, Sin City

2. Last 3 musicals:
Miss Saigon, Singin' in the Rain, Jesus Christ Superstar

3. Last CD purchased:
Kaiser Chiefs - Employment

4. Now listening to:
Neko Case - Canadian Amp (not sure I like it that well)

5. Now reading:
The Last Templar by Michael Jecks, Eats, Shoots & Leaves by Lynne Truss, Me Talk Pretty One Day by David Sedaris

6. Number of work days until I'm done with work:
15

7. Number of Days until the wedding:
42

8. Number of Days until school starts:
58

Possum Poo

Last night I lived a (mild) variation of Jana's life.

I was getting ready for bed, exhausted as I'd gotten up at 4 am to take Ray to the airport. I let Sammy out for the last time, and when I called her back in, I noticed she was covered in grass. Uh oh...yup, she's been rolling in that horrible poo again.

I took her in the shower with me where I used up the last 1/4 of the bottle of dog shampoo, and proceeded to finish the job with the Trader Joe's shampoo I just bought. I wasn't sure I got her completely rinsed, but I was wiped. It was now 11:30...not to bad.

At midnight she wanted to go out again.

At 2:30 she was so strongly perfumed with the Trader Joe's shampoo that she woke me up. She was awake, sitting, acting lethargic. Half awake, I decided that she may get sick if she's not totally rinsed, so we got back in the shower and did the whole routine again.

At 5:30 she wanted to go out again.

By 7 am she was back to her old self, but with exceptionally fluffy and appropriately perfumed black fur. All the towels and some of the blankets are soaking wet in the laundry bin.

I want a nap!

About Vegas

Ray left for a conference this morning..."Vegas is all of American boiled down and spread onto toast."

Non sequitur

Jazz should have rules. Flutes should be limited to classical music; xylophones should be limited to marching bands.

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I drove past a church called Son Rise Evangelical Free Church. Evangelical Free?

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The cats have been fighting all night...more like yelling at each other actually. Now that they are over being totally freaked out about each other, they are starting to show their true colors. Mony is being a whiny brat, and T-ko is acting scared and suspicious.

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A couple of short stories ideas: the first is an adoption story told from the perspective of a man who gave up the child he fathered as a teenager or young adult. This is mostly about the anticipation of the child finding him again one day (if ever), will the child forgive him, etc. I've read or heard of plenty of stories told from the child's perspective, but not much from the father, though I'm sure it's been done.

The second: what it would be like to wake up after years having past in a dissociative state...not after being in a coma, but more like after living in a functional dissociative state, and suddenly having the conscious state being suddenly transported back into the waking state after time has past, life decisions made, and everything's totally different from the last conscious moment. This is similar to something I think about quite a bit, where someone from another time is suddenly transported into this moment, wherever I am, and looking at things from that perspective. It's fascinating to think about.

It seems only appropriate

...that the day that I move is the same day that my old blog bites the dust. New home for me, Sam and Mons, and a new home for my sporadic, rambling...thoughts.