Saturday, April 28, 2007
For at least three weeks, I've been threatening to get out the garbage bags and start throwing stuff away. I've never been a packrat before, but laziness can sure have the same effect.
However, this morning, I came across several old journals--remember those paper books some of us used to write in before there were blogs? This was a disturbing blast from the past because these journals reminded me that I've been whinging about the same old issues for more than a decade. Good grief. I threw them away. I also found an old pair of shoes that'd been in the basement for such a long time that they'd developed their own--culture. So, that's a start...
One thing I whinge about now that I didn't ten years ago, of course, is my cat. My rug-peeing, poohing-outside-the-box, finicky cat. Sometimes, however, she does chow down, and when she does, it's always the same:
1. Gulp down lots of food in a hurry
2. Go for a run
And does she stop to vomit in one location? Noooooooooo. Serena vomits upstairs, Serena vomits ON the stairs, and then Serena vomits downstairs.
And guess what? Ekim and I are leaving Wednesday to visit Chicago, mostly for the purpose of attending this year's Magic Collector's Convention. I've blogged about that before, too.
TLP's watching the cat. Well, Serena hardly ever vomits, she only pees on the rug for MY entertainment, and if there's newspaper around her litterbox, it makes life pretty easy.
I'll be keeping my fingers crossed.