“Oh, but how do we make contact with one another? Electricity? Biology? Seems to me, it’s chemistry.”
everyday glory January 10th, 2002Average Wednesday. Nothing too much out of the ordinary to report.
I have a good group of friends, here and back home. The kind of friends that I can go for days (or weeks or months) without talking to and when we do speak/meet, aside from a quick “What’s happened since…” recap, it’s like no time has elapsed. I realize that I have good friends, but every once in a while, I get a karmic kick-in-the-pants reminder:
My friend Dave called me this afternoon. I haven’t talked to him in AT LEAST three (3) months. I tried calling him over the holidays, but I missed speaking to him. Thanks to this new-fangled technology, I was able to leave him a message! And that was that. He called while I was at work, and unable to take the call; when I called him back, he wasn’t at home. *sigh* Once again, we’re playing phone-tag. Shortly after I moved to Utah, we had a running series of “Hey, sorry I missed you…” messages. He left one that I kept on the voicemail for months after I received it: It was a stream of consciousness story-thing (at least a minute-and-a-half long). There is no way to accurately, nor adequately, try to explain it other than that. Today’s message was nothing like that, but it was definitely a Dave message. Hopefully, it won’t take long for us to synch our schedules and get in touch with each other.
Things that make you go “What the Hell?!”: I woke up around 08:15 am, this morning and I have yet to determine the exact reason for that. Upon realizing that I was indeed awake, I became aware of a scratching sound coming from… somewhere. A few seconds later, I had figured out what it was: Sissy the Wonder Kitten was in the litter box covering her offering. This was normal. That she did it for about two minutes… *shrug* It’s normal for her, sometimes. I’d call her “anal retentive,” but given the circumstances, that might be a bit oxymoronic. She weighs about 8.5 lbs (just short of 4 kilos, for you metric types); short of turning herself inside out, there should be NO way for her to need two minutes of scratching in the litter to cover it. While I appreciate the fact that she was trying to be neat and tidy – and I do appreciate it, I just don’t understand her sometimes. But she’s my cat. And she’s cute. So, I take it all in stride.
Okay, that’s all the news for now.
Peace.
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