Tuesday, October 27, 2009
I dreamt of fish the other night. Now, I don't like fish, I don't like to fish. Just not a fishy person all the way around. So I'm dreaming that I come home after a trip. (except it isn't my house) I go in the house and see a very big fish tank with fish in it. (I don't have fish) I think "wow, I hadn't seen that before I bet they are hungry" I go to look and there is a blue fish and a yellow fish. (looking suspiciously like fish from Finding Nemo) As I get closer, they leap out of the tank. My husband grabs one and puts him back and I finally corner the other one who is trying to bite a chunk out of a 2x4 and get him back. Weird. Then I'm at work, walking past a sink and I see two big fish in the sink. Red fish. I think that someone just caught them and are about to clean them. As I walk by, one red fish just leaps out of the sink at me. So I put my hand out to ward him off and yell. Well, it woke me up and woke up my son and he asked why I yelled. I said, 'well, there was this fish...."
Friday, October 23, 2009
I was given a turkey the other day, and since it was thawing out, I decided to cook it. I roasted it nicely. It came out beautifully. Arguably the best turkey I've ever cooked. It just fell apart as I was lifting it out of the roaster. So far, so good. So every day I tell my friend Karie, "guess what I have for lunch? Turkey!" She caught on after a couple days and knew the answer ahead of time. Smart girl. So yesterday I start the drill. Pull the pan with the turkey out of the fridge to carve off a few hunks and take them for lunch. As I'm lifting out one end of the pan, the other end just jumps out of the fridge, landing on the floor. I guess it was looking to escape. Unfortunately, the turkey was in pieces already and just scattered all over the kitchen floor. After herding the cats into the other room and shutting the door, I picked up the least dirty looking pieces and washed them off and took them for lunch. I believe the outside cats will be getting the rest.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
The computer sits on the desk, the computer is off. Nighttime, resting time. A nice handmade dust cover over the computer monitor. All is quiet. Then I hear it, the tap tap tap on the keys. I glance over and see the cat on the keyboard. To the untutored eye, it seems like he is just turning around, trying to get comfortable for a nap. But what he's really doing is typing. Typing what? you say. It has to be the kitty manifesto. The statement of intent for kitties everywhere. Their reason for being and what they intend to accomplish. For you did not know that kitties are blessed with intelligent reasoning, emotions and the wisdom to think and ponder their actions. And so, he was writing it all down, making it known to all. The kitty manifesto. And then, I fell asleep.