It's October! My favorite month, my favorite time of year. The weather has cooled and turned dramatically somber. 54 degrees today and pouring rain. It's been raining the entire week, and the water-logged atmosphere has served to extinguish the bright flame of my usual autumn fervor. I'm in a depressed, melancholic mood.
The prospect of another long winter is daunting - especially since I'm not completely settled in and haven't done a fraction of the things I need to do. I am making progress, but the past few months I've been working in slow motion, with minimal enthusiasm. There are many things I love about being here but there are also many strikes against me. Elaboration would be tedious and futile.
I had planned on driving into town last Monday but the rain thwarted my minimal enthusiasm. It's bad enough trying to navigate these winding mountain roads on a dry, clear day. The incessant rain was a good excuse to procrastinate all week. Friday was supposed to be a good day, so I planned to go then.
Here it is Friday - depressingly dank and raining harder than ever. I only slept two hours. I seldom sleep. Today at dawn I finally managed to embark on the road to Dreamland, when a rude CRASH!! woke me up. I immediately knew it was the handiwork of one of my three felines, and I correctly guessed it was Scruffy the Spawn of Satan.
Scruffy and Bosco love to play rough. Racing around the house with mind-boggling speed, jumping onto places where they shouldn't be. I've long given up on putting out anything breakable or valuable. My old cat Scratch was never like that. She always maneuvers with politeness and caution.
Scruffy & Bosco would have more aptly been named Bonnie & Clyde.
Get to the point, Jon. Detail the CRASH.
It was one of my favorite vases. Smashed to pieces. I bought that vase for my parents when they moved into their new house in Odessa.
I have never raised my voice to the cats, but this morning I yelled so loud that they all ran for cover.
Oh well, it's one less thing I'll have to dust.
This is what's left of the vase,
thanks to Scruffy
After cleaning up the fragments of the vase, I happened to look in the freezer and discovered several BUSTED cans of soda that I had put in there yesterday to get cold. My intention was only to keep them in there for a few minutes.
Should I have properly said "busted" or "burst"? Or perhaps "bursted"??
Aw, who the hell knows. They looked busted to me.
Is there an amicable resolution to this blog post?
Naw. I'm still in a gloomy mood. It's Friday afternoon and still raining. I've forgiven Scruffy. Reluctantly.
Now I suppose I'll make an early dinner and a hot cup of tea.
Is there a rainbow at the end of this lousy day? Nope, not a chance. I just stepped outside for a minute (yes, it's still raining). When I came in, one of the pots boiled over on the stove.
And, I discovered the milk has gone sour. No wonder the cats wouldn't drink it yesterday.
Here are some random, inane cat photos for your viewing displeasure.
Here is Bosco, perched near another one of my favorite vases. It's only a matter of time.....
I got my oldest cat Scratch ten years ago. This was her in October, 2005,
checking out my hat (I still have the hat)
This is Scratch now,
fat and content
Scratch actually has two names. I called her Scratch. My Mom always used to call her Kitzee.
End of a boring blog post.
New post on my photo blog