Monday, Sept. 22, 2003 - 12:59 p.m.
Greetings,
So, my weekend. Yes, I did have one, and no, I did not caftan. Well, not officially.
My weekend started a wee bit early because I had to leave the office before 5:30 on Thursday so I could get to the vet before 6 and pick up Poundora. She of the incredible piles of yak.
Never has a cat been happier to come home than Pandora. She expressed this by sitting on my (all 17 pounds of her) every chance she got all weekend long. Her sisters saw this and said to themselves, “Oy, if she can sit on Mom, we ALL can.” And so they did. Repeatedly.
In between all the cats sitting on me I did get a few things done.
One of those things was cleaning up an enormous hairball that Pandora upchucked Friday morning. The vet’s theory was right on the nose.
I thought I was going to clean the house on Friday and just generally hang out and get sat on by cats, but Thomas infected me with a shopping bug and so off we went to the Westblank.
First stop was Best Buy where we spent about an hour and a half looking at the DVDs and buying a VCR. Even though it was a Friday and it was during school hours, there were many children playing computer games there. Many. My mother never let me go out and play games when I stayed home sick from school. (I also never played hooky. Not even once. Ever. Sincerely. Aren’t you proud of me, Mom?)
In addition to the VCR we bought the anniversary edition of “Animal House” for $15 and “Creepshow” (the first one) for $6. We are bargain shoppers, we are.
After all this exertion, we were both mighty cranky and hungry so we went to Chevy’s for Mexican. And since we were there and Lowe’s was about 150 feet away, we went there to buy a new filter for our air-conditioner/heater. And we picked out a desk for my Study and a dresser for the bedroom and an entertainment center for the living. All made out of real wood. Real. Wood.
We didn’t buy them, of course, but we picked them out. All we bought was the air filter, a small shelf for my bathroom, fan extensions, and a cinnamon scented disk to pin to the new air filter so our house smells like a cinnamon stick.
Then it was off another 150 feet or so to Wal-Mart for Halloween decorations.
Good gods! What a selection. Cauldrons, spooky electric candles, table cloths, garlands, lights, jointed cardboard skeletons – you name it, we bought it.
Except for candy. None of that. If I buy it too soon, the little devils, witches, warlocks and goblins that come knocking at our door on Halloween won’t be happy because I will have eaten their loot. So I’ll buy the candy a couple nights before.
After Wal-Mart we went back to New Orleans and hit up Schwinn Pixie for the weekly grocery shopping.
Didn’t too badly there, just over $100.
Good thing Friday was payday. Good. Thing.
For some reason I keep making one word sentences out of words I use in a previous senence. I think this is because it adds emphasis and looks cool. Looks. Cool.
Or something.
Friday night we watched “Animal House” and drank hard cider by candlelight. And got sat on by cats.
Oh, and before that “we” put some fan extensions on the fan/light in the bedroom. I say “we” because all I did was hold things and blind Thomas with a flashlight. Oh, and I also put a SpongeBob band-aid on his leg when he stepped backwards off the bed and accidentally hit the footboard with his thigh.
But all that blood was worth it. I can now turn on and off the bedroom light without balancing precariously on the mattress and stretching up on tiptoe to do it.
We bought extensions for all the fan/lights we have. (There is one in every room in Crescentwood except the bathrooms.) But after The Accident, we stopped for the night.
Saturday was cleaning day. It took an entire day, but it got done eventually. And then when everything was just so, I ran myself a hot bath with La Luna scented bubbles and soaked for about an hour by candlelight listening to the sound of the rain on my sound machine.
Bliss.
Then I did some of that old black magic (literally) and this was done while wearing a caftan. But after the Working was over, I changed into pajama bottoms and a tee shirt.
Then I made Hamburger Helper and popped open a bottle of champagne. Saturday night is fun at Crescentwood.
Tommy and I watched “Creepshow” and were suitably creeped out. My favorite of the four creepy stories was “The Crate” especially when Hal Holbrook yelled to his wife (who was being eaten alive by the monster in the crate) “Tell him to call you Billie!” AHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! (I don’t feel like explaining the back story, so just rent the DVD or pretend you think this paragraph is funny. Your choice.)
And that wraps up my weekend really. And now it’s Monday afternoon. How did that happen?
Until next time, Olrun
