Do you wake up with dread? I do. Every morning. I have no idea why. But my first thought when I wake up is always, Oh good LORD, now what?
If anyone just wakes up happy, I’d like to know your secret beyond, Well, I married rich.
I’ve had a fairly chaotic week already.
The guy next door had a cat and a girlfriend. One is gone, and the other remains. He did not want the cat, and here’s the irony. When I moved in here, that cat was just a kitten, a calico kitten, and I coveted her mightily. She was so cute.
Then I got Milhous.
Anyway, the guy next door did not want the cat, and I’ve been deflea-ing it all along, and I’ve been giving him food to give the cat lately, but he was really looking to get rid of it. So on Sunday, I took it to the shelter for him, as he does not have a car. See previous mentions–mentions, prvs.–re marginal neighborhood.
Oh, it liked to KILL me, taking her there. I mean, at least now she’ll get her shots, and she’ll find a good home, and so on.
On Sunday night, there was a knock at my door. There is always a knock at my door in this neighborhood, and does anyone have a cure for that? Because I can’t relax in my house for even one lunch hour or evening.
Anyway, it was the cat guy. He missed his cat and felt like he made a mistake.
So three times yesterday I tried to call that DAMN shelter, and they never answer their phones, and they never called me back.
When I got home last night, the guy next door was in my yard, raking my leaves with the guy in my hood who regularly rakes my leaves. I have a large tree. It takes two, I guess.
“I called three times about your cat,” I said.
He also doesn’t have a phone. See above re marginal hood.
“Oh, they can keep it,” he said.
So that was emotionally exhausting.
Also, I worked like a demon yesterday, a DEMON 404 error, and I had to dash home, get something to eat (leftover chicken pie and a spinach salad. I still fear romaine), and scream to the theater because Miracle on 34th Street was playing. I figured Ned would be there but I got to the theater a half-hour early because I knew there’d be crowds.
I live in a new neighborhood now, in case you hadn’t heard that, and I’m like Faithful Reader Paula when she was moving some years back and all of her comments were about moving.
Anyway, the point is, I have to take a new way to get to my old theater because I live in the opposite direction from there now.
That meant I got to see our pretty depot, which always reminds me of when I took possibly still FR Laurie, who used to live here, to the train station early one morning. I took Edsel and Tallulah with me, and why did I do that? How obnoxious.
Anyway, Talu insisted on sitting on her and when she got out of the car, her entire pants were fur pants. I mean, she looked absurd.
You’re welcome! Any time!
I also passed Ned’s old apartment building. I used to show you those trees, there, when they were in bloom in spring.
This is like when you go to visit someone and they take you on a tour of boring things. “And here’s where I used to work. No, that building behind it.”
Anyway. Miracle on 34th Street was good, and oh! Look! I forgot!
Santa was at the theater! And he saw me! He waved! I had a total celebrity sighting.
I really have no idea what was up. My theory was he worked at Macy’s all day or something and just wanted to go to the damn movies after.
Anyway, I also saw Ned there, of course. I fekking knew he’d be there.
There are Xmas movies at my old theater all week, and after a discussion about it in front of the theater last night, it would appear I will be seeing Ned at the old theater all week.
I don’t know that I ever actually even watched Cell Block H. But it kind of looks like Cell Block H was the Orange is the New Black of its time. Consarn it.
Anyway, that sums up yesterday, including the part where I had to kick 40 animals off my bed before I could sleep. I leave you with this…
My LA friend, Cat, and her LA dog. Oh my god, this is my favorite Christmas card, ever. It looks Frida-esque to me.
Okay, I gotta go.