As long as I'm sitting around waiting for my husband to wake up, I figured I'd do a post that covers everything I've done since my last post. This is how I plan on inching my way back to daily posts. Think it'll work?
On Friday night, my husband and I dropped by our neighborhood animal shelter and I later came back and spent a couple of hours playing with all their cats. It turns out that one of the cats there is an Internet celebrity: Adolph, who is featured on the Cats That Look Like Hitler site.
I told them I was looking for another young cat to play with Xena. They had a number of cats that were around a year old and, of course, quite a few older ones. Fully half of the cats they had were black and I could envision the new cat and Xena racing around our house like evil twins.
My two favorites were an 11-month-old named Cleo and one named Velvet that they estimated to be about 4-5 years old. I would have ruled out Velvet due to her age, but she was pulling out all the stops to sell herself to us. The shelter people told me that she's always game to chase and play with one of their yearlings, so that sounded promising, too.
Both cats that I liked were black, of course.
I talked it over with my husband and we've decided to bring Velvet into our household as a "bridge cat" between young Xena and old Velcro. We'll go get her after breakfast today.
On Saturday, my husband and I performed at an outdoor festival with a classic rock band. As I was getting dressed, I was just about to put makeup over an ugly mole-removal scar I have on my upper right arm when it occurred to me that it would look a lot cooler to cover it up with a temporary tattoo. It really *did* look pretty cool (even though it wasn't a specific design I would have chosen) and now my 40th-birthday-tattoo idea has started resurfacing. Maybe.
The crowd was largely indifferent, but it was a nice day and I enjoyed the outdoor time. The smatterings of applause were welcome, but the $125 apiece that my husband and I made was even more welcome!
After the gig, I went to visit my sister and we headed off to a toy store to get 250 pounds of sand for the new sandbox she had just bought for my niece and nephew. As she pulled her husband's monster SUV out of the driveway, we heard an ugly scraping sound. I hopped out and looked underneath to see what she'd run over. "Tricycle!" I reported.
My nephew's little red Radio Flyer trike was lodged underneath the vehicle and would NOT come loose. My sister and I both lay on the concrete of the driveway yanking it to and fro while my nephew babbled from his carseat in the car. After what must have been 20 minutes of removing bolts, folding up the tricycle and wiggling it in all directions, we finally managed to pull it free. Amazingly, it sustained almost no damage except for some scrapes to the plastic seat and rubber grips, a smudge of grease here and there, and two severed tassles.
We completed our errand and returned to my sister's house for a lovely dinner of chicken parmesan, followed by glasses of Layer Cake Shiraz on her gazebo next to a toasty fire.
Today I was supposed to go work for my dad for a while, but he called and cancelled. Apparently he had a big day yesterday and won lots of money betting on the Preakness, so he wanted to give himself a day off. And why not?
I doubt anyone's still reading at this point, so I'll wrap this up, get dressed and make a loaf of banana bread. In fact, that'll be tomorrow's post: my great-aunt's classic banana bread recipe. Enjoy your Sunday!