The days are slipping by with frightening ease. I’ve decided to record just plain old day-to-day stuff with the thought in mind that every day, no matter how benign, is worth remembering.
Piper is running around the house right now wearing a diaper decorated with pink polka-dots. The shelter thought she was spayed when, in fact, she is not. We’re calling her “Piper Diaper” and “Diaper Genie” and cackling in a mean way. Ah, the things that entertain us on a quiet Thursday night.
Speaking of entertainment, I have latched (later than the rest of the world, it seems) onto the phenomena that is The Piano Guys. Watch their videos. They’re entertaining. They’re funny, and talented, and approach their music in a very unique way. I’d love to see them in concert, but we’ll be on vacation in Maine when they’re in Arizona. To make up for that I bought their CD/DVD combo
This video made me particularly happy. Old people are awesome.
We had leftover Chinese food for dinner, and were happy to eat it. We’re not big fans of leftovers, but this new place that we found delivered EXQUISITE Sesame Chicken and House Special Beef, not to mention their epic egg rolls and crab puffs. So, we ate the same stuff two nights in a row with enthusiasm. I do believe I have discovered the reason that I’m not a size two. I have a feeling, though, that if I were skinny I’d just be miserable. I’d rather drink beer and eat egg rolls and sigh at the condition of my non-flat belly, than self-righteously sip water and eat lettuce while resenting the seductive smells that are coming from everyone else’s meals.
It’s barely into May and we’ve been running the A/C, at least some of the time each day, for a couple of weeks now. The nights are beautiful, though, and we sleep with the windows open despite the fact that the obscenely cheerful birds wake us up at the ungodly hour of 4:00 a.m. It’s hard to get grumpy at them without feeling a bit like David Tomlinson’s “Mr. Banks”.
Speaking of grumping at a cheerful creature, Zoe’s perpetual and insistent joy of mornings is really nerve-wracking. She mews, and meows, and chitters, and churrups constantly as I get ready for work. Bill typically hollers from downstairs (where he’s enjoying his morning paper and his cup of coffee and his routine and his QUIET DAMMIT), “Will you SHUT THAT CAT UP?” So, I figure, I should give her something else to do with her mouth other than make sounds with it. So I cup a handful of water in my hand, and dump it on her head. The theory is that she’ll spend the time cleaning herself, and will therefore cease and desist with her chatter. The method kind of works, but not in the manner I figured. She meows, I dump water on her, she shakes herself off and stalks to her food dish and crunches on dry food. Every single time. I have no idea why this triggers her to eat, rather than sit and indignantly clean herself. Eh, whatever works.
by Mumford & Sons, it was because I heard “Little Lion Man” and instantly fell in love with it. I didn’t expect so many of the songs to draw me in the way they did.
