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We made it back to Buffalo yesterday early-afternoon, and I got two loads of laundry done and hung out to dry, and the third into the washer, before Dude’s mom texted back about coming to pick up the cat.
We went over, and the cat, of course, had vanished. So we sat for some time, catching up pleasantly, and had two gin and tonics apiece, and then not having eaten since breakfast started to catch up. So we went out to dinner, which was lovely, and when we came back, as predicted, Chita was waiting inside the door to greet her skin-grandma, which is her normal behavior. So we nabbed her, shut all the doors, and then let her go. Her idea of crafty hiding is to crouch next to the door she’d been planning to dart through, so we collected her belongings at leisure, and then I went and collected her from where she was pathetically loafed by the door, apparently in the belief that having no paws meant I wouldn’t be able to find her. (She’s not totally wrong, loaf-shaped cats are quite small and hard to see, but I knew where to look, and she’s not really as tiny as all that.)
So we carried her home, wailing the whole way, and released her, and she clearly remembered where she was so we pretty much right away let her go out into the yard, where she Lurked in the tall grass and grumbled about things.
She spent the night mostly on my face, so apparently all is forgiven.
Now, we’re flying out on Saturday morning, and back late Sunday night, and I’m apparently of the belief that I’m somehow going to want to drive back out to the farm immediately on Monday morning but I’m having second thoughts. We’re possibly going to be moving our work office then, and I’m sort of wondering if I shouldn’t postpone that farm visit. They’d probably have more work slowdowns on a chicken processing day without me, but they could get by. So I’ll find out at work today if we’re really going to move our offices or what. Those of us affected haven’t even been in to see the place, so. We don’t know if we’re really moving, or if the place needs work, or what.
Anyway. I forgot my stash of chicken feathers again, so I’m not making a feather-and-flower hairpiece for this wedding like I’d been really planning on.
Chita’s getting yelled at by starlings, I dunno if I should go intervene…
Oh, also, when we woke up yesterday morning it was 55 and raining, and I bundled up a bit. By midday the sun had come out and we’d switched to air conditioning. When we got to Buffalo, our shut-up-tight-for-winter house was goddamn boiling inside and smelled like hell, so we had to run around and figure out how to open all these long-stuck-shut windows. Christ, we need to replace most of those windows, if we bought the house we’d spend as much on goddamn windows as on the house itself. But it’s time. The glass is about to fall out of the picture window in the kitchen and I just don’t know how to re-glaze, and it’s not worth doing because the frame is coming apart. Anyway…
Home sweet home, I guess. But what happened to spring? We went from Goddamned Freezing to Hot As Hell, and I’m feeling a little put out.
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We made it back to Buffalo yesterday early-afternoon, and I got two loads of laundry done and hung out to dry, and the third into the washer, before Dude’s mom texted back about coming to pick up the cat.
We went over, and the cat, of course, had vanished. So we sat for some time, catching up pleasantly, and had two gin and tonics apiece, and then not having eaten since breakfast started to catch up. So we went out to dinner, which was lovely, and when we came back, as predicted, Chita was waiting inside the door to greet her skin-grandma, which is her normal behavior. So we nabbed her, shut all the doors, and then let her go. Her idea of crafty hiding is to crouch next to the door she’d been planning to dart through, so we collected her belongings at leisure, and then I went and collected her from where she was pathetically loafed by the door, apparently in the belief that having no paws meant I wouldn’t be able to find her. (She’s not totally wrong, loaf-shaped cats are quite small and hard to see, but I knew where to look, and she’s not really as tiny as all that.)
So we carried her home, wailing the whole way, and released her, and she clearly remembered where she was so we pretty much right away let her go out into the yard, where she Lurked in the tall grass and grumbled about things.
She spent the night mostly on my face, so apparently all is forgiven.
Now, we’re flying out on Saturday morning, and back late Sunday night, and I’m apparently of the belief that I’m somehow going to want to drive back out to the farm immediately on Monday morning but I’m having second thoughts. We’re possibly going to be moving our work office then, and I’m sort of wondering if I shouldn’t postpone that farm visit. They’d probably have more work slowdowns on a chicken processing day without me, but they could get by. So I’ll find out at work today if we’re really going to move our offices or what. Those of us affected haven’t even been in to see the place, so. We don’t know if we’re really moving, or if the place needs work, or what.
Anyway. I forgot my stash of chicken feathers again, so I’m not making a feather-and-flower hairpiece for this wedding like I’d been really planning on.
Chita’s getting yelled at by starlings, I dunno if I should go intervene…
Oh, also, when we woke up yesterday morning it was 55 and raining, and I bundled up a bit. By midday the sun had come out and we’d switched to air conditioning. When we got to Buffalo, our shut-up-tight-for-winter house was goddamn boiling inside and smelled like hell, so we had to run around and figure out how to open all these long-stuck-shut windows. Christ, we need to replace most of those windows, if we bought the house we’d spend as much on goddamn windows as on the house itself. But it’s time. The glass is about to fall out of the picture window in the kitchen and I just don’t know how to re-glaze, and it’s not worth doing because the frame is coming apart. Anyway…
Home sweet home, I guess. But what happened to spring? We went from Goddamned Freezing to Hot As Hell, and I’m feeling a little put out.
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