If they could figure out a way to make broccoli taste like Oreos, I’d be the healthiest person alive.
Thought for the Day
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May 102005
Bertha
Today I Am Useless
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May 082005
Between my mate and son being very sick, a friend going into hospital, and dragging stuff out of the basement to get ready for yesterday’s yard sale, it’s been a very hectic and tiring week. I’ve gone up and down the basement stairs so often that my legs are actually sore. Hence, today I’m taking it easy to recover. I’m taking it so easy that I’m in danger of slipping into a coma. In fact, about all I’ve done today is sprawl on the couch watching TV, cross-stitching, and occasionally eating junk food.
This morning I watched a show I’d recorded earlier called Wire in the Blood, a British crime drama starring a totally hot actor named Robson Green. Unfortunately I seem to have missed most of the episodes being aired this season. Maybe someone will get me the first season off my Amazon wish list.
Then my oldest and I watched an episode of Extreme Engineering about Boston’s Big Dig. Boy, people can be clever little primates; it’s amazing the things we can come up with to solve problems in construction. Ground too soft to hold up the road while we tunnel under it? We’ll freeze it!
Now I’m vegging out in front of Tomorrow Never Dies, and I don’t care what anybody says, I think Pierce Brosnan is right up there with Connery as Bond material. Plus I would love to see a movie just about Michelle Yeoh’s Chinese secret agent character, Wai Lin. But then I’ve been a fan of Michelle Yeoh since I first saw her in a Jackie Chan movie. It’s like they say on the VH1 “I love the ##’s” shows, where they have celebrities say “I’m a little bit gay for…” So I’m a little bit gay for Michelle Yeoh. Somehow I doubt there’s ever going to be any danger of my succumbing to temptation.
Meanwhile my mate is out of town until tomorrow night. Which is probably just as well, as I still have some residual tidying up to do after the flurry of yard sale activity, and it doesn’t look like that’s going to be happening today. Wonder what he’ll say when he finds out I got a coffee table at a neighbor’s yard sale. Hey, I was good, I managed to keep it down to only one thing. And it’s a nice coffee table; it has shelves underneath and a chessboard etched into the top:
What the hell. The volume of stuff that was removed from the house is far greater than the volume of this coffee table, so I’m still ahead of the game.
Yard Sale!
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May 062005
My poor cat.
Our neighborhood is having a yard sale tomorrow. For the past couple of weeks, I’ve been dragging old crap out of the basement, cleaning whatever’s particularly dirty, testing electronic bits to see if they still work, sorting and affixing price stickers, and heaping it up in the living room.
It is, from his perspective, a great upheaval. Like most cats, he does not like sweeping changes to his routine or his environment. In the past, when things got moved around to this degree, it heralded a move to an entirely new house. So he’s understandably a bit concerned about it. He follows me into the basement and inspects the newly empty spaces, then follows me back upstairs to examine the relocated stuff. He meows anxiously at me, and I try to reassure him that we’re not moving again. The he goes to hide on our bed, as far away from the activity as he can possibly get in the house.
Me, I’m tickled to death about it. One of my industrious neighbors organized the event; all I have to do is shove things out. I shovelled out the toys that haven’t been played with in eight years, dragged out some furniture and appliances (if we were going to use that chair that’s been down there since we bought the house, I reasoned, we wouldn’t have bought a new one last year), and now I’m eyeballing the old stack of VHS tapes—we don’t even have a VHS player any more.
It’s been raining all morning; I have informed God that it must not rain tomorrow. I’ve explained the situation; I really, really want to get all this crap out of my house. Whatever’s left after the yard sale is over is not coming back in, it’s going straight into the van and getting carted to the veteran-run thrift store across town.
And in the meantime, I’ve been giving Phurball gooshy food for dinner every night to make up for the anxiety.