I'm still here!
Jan. 9th, 2009 02:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mojosmomGosh, I haven't posted anything since last year! I guess that's what comes of a) having one's sisters in town, and b) coaching, as usual, at the Appellate Defender's Trial Advocacy program. Cathy, Stacey and I did a fair bit of running around. We hit the tapestry exhibit (among others) at the Art Institute (which was amazing - really too much to take in at once), visited the Smart Museum, had dinner with friends a couple of nights, and, oddly enough, went to a variety of bookstores. Seriously, the first four days of the year all involved bookstores. And, naturally, I bought a bunch of books.
I'd taken off work last week (except for Monday and a half-day on Tuesday). Stacey left on Monday, but Cathy was here until Wednesday. I must say that I got a bit spoiled having her here cooking! The seminar started Monday, and so for two days, I came home and dinner was waiting for me. Good dinner, too.
Today was the last day of the seminar, and so was just a half-day. I did a bit of shopping downtown (bought a pair of boots and a pair of shoes, both on serious sale, and partially paid for by a gift card), then came home and dug out my car. I haven't driven it since Monday night, when all I did was move it from the street back into my parking spot (which I'd let Stacey use), and there was snow Tuesday/Wednesday, and again last night and this morning. So I got a bit of exercise, and then walked to the bank (just two blocks, but more exercise! It's good for me!). There's a home décor store across the street that I like, but they have to move by the end of the month (the building they're in is having massive renovations) and are having a sale. I bought a cheese knife, which I actually need. Unfortunately, they don't know yet where they will move to, but they do want to stay in the neighborhood. I hope they do.
I went into complete panic last evening. I came home, and the front door of my apartment was open. Apparently, when I'd locked the deadbolt, the door wasn't completely closed. Lilith came to meet me, but Marissa was nowhere to be found! I was secure that she hadn't gotten outside, as there are two doors between her and the street, but she could get to the basement of the building, which is a warren of rooms, with lots of stuff stashed for her to hide in/behind/under, etc., including washing machines and dryers. I went down, couldn't find her, came back up and emailed everyone in the building. Then I grabbed my flashlight and went back to the basement. Fortunately, this time, as I was hunting, I heard a faint "meow". I kept still until it came again, and this time I was able to hear where it came from. I found her, huddled in a corner behind some gardening tools, her big yellow eyes even bigger. So I picked her up, carried her home, fed her and petted her, and vowed to be extra, extra careful with my front door!
I've begun another blog. I have been so remiss in reviewing/discussing books that I thought having a separate blog devoted to that would encourage me to do so. That's the theory, anyway. If you're interested, please visit Reading My Life Away.
I'd taken off work last week (except for Monday and a half-day on Tuesday). Stacey left on Monday, but Cathy was here until Wednesday. I must say that I got a bit spoiled having her here cooking! The seminar started Monday, and so for two days, I came home and dinner was waiting for me. Good dinner, too.
Today was the last day of the seminar, and so was just a half-day. I did a bit of shopping downtown (bought a pair of boots and a pair of shoes, both on serious sale, and partially paid for by a gift card), then came home and dug out my car. I haven't driven it since Monday night, when all I did was move it from the street back into my parking spot (which I'd let Stacey use), and there was snow Tuesday/Wednesday, and again last night and this morning. So I got a bit of exercise, and then walked to the bank (just two blocks, but more exercise! It's good for me!). There's a home décor store across the street that I like, but they have to move by the end of the month (the building they're in is having massive renovations) and are having a sale. I bought a cheese knife, which I actually need. Unfortunately, they don't know yet where they will move to, but they do want to stay in the neighborhood. I hope they do.
I went into complete panic last evening. I came home, and the front door of my apartment was open. Apparently, when I'd locked the deadbolt, the door wasn't completely closed. Lilith came to meet me, but Marissa was nowhere to be found! I was secure that she hadn't gotten outside, as there are two doors between her and the street, but she could get to the basement of the building, which is a warren of rooms, with lots of stuff stashed for her to hide in/behind/under, etc., including washing machines and dryers. I went down, couldn't find her, came back up and emailed everyone in the building. Then I grabbed my flashlight and went back to the basement. Fortunately, this time, as I was hunting, I heard a faint "meow". I kept still until it came again, and this time I was able to hear where it came from. I found her, huddled in a corner behind some gardening tools, her big yellow eyes even bigger. So I picked her up, carried her home, fed her and petted her, and vowed to be extra, extra careful with my front door!
I've begun another blog. I have been so remiss in reviewing/discussing books that I thought having a separate blog devoted to that would encourage me to do so. That's the theory, anyway. If you're interested, please visit Reading My Life Away.
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Date: 2009-01-10 01:02 am (UTC)Years ago, when Alex was still a kitten, I came home and I couldn't find him. He didn't seem to be anywhere in the house, so I went outside with a flashlight and some food. He wasn't there either.
I went back in the house and I was just standing in the entry, trying to figure out what to do next. Then I saw a motion out of the corner of my eye. It was a little paw poking under the door to the cellar.
I was so mad because that meant that the landlord had come in without telling me while I was at work. There was no other way he could have gotten down there. Alex got even for me though. He peed in the dirt part of the cellar floor and he hadn't been neutered yet. There's nothing quite like stinky boy-kitty pee. When I moved out, the landlord was complaining about the smell in the basement and I couldn't do anything but shrug.