I N T H E N I G H T K I T C H E N
I am sick again.
T. was sick this week with something different than I had before. Now, I've caught it.
However, the taxes are almost done. Not quite as scary as previously reported but still incredibly frightening. We'll probably have to do a payment plan for the rest of the year. Bleh.
Just heard on the news that Oregon still has the highest unemployment rate in the nation and it's promising to climb even a bit higher in the coming months. Who would have thought?
Today was a "five mountain day" so T. and I took a little drive up to Council Crest and viewed Mt. Hood (looking just smashing under all that snow), Mt. St. Helens, Mt. Ranier and Mt. Adams. I wanted to sit and bask in the sun but it was windy as all hell up there and actually a bit chilly. Feh. It was still a glorious day, though.
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Oh, it's not looking good.
If you are one of the millions of people getting scads of money back from the government, do not tell me about it. I will rip your head off.
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Taxes are killing me. Everything relies on our deductions and that seems to be the most complicated part of this process. I'm going to be quivering puddle of screaming insanity by the time I finish... if I finish.
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CatI hate my cat. I really do. Well, mostly. He's pretty cute and soft but ultimately he's a horrible, hairy emissary of the devil.
Right now, for instance, I'm in the office with the door closed and the radio up trying to drown out the pathetic mewling at the door. Seriously. The cat will sit out there just bellowing and whining until I let him in. However, it's preferable to him using my desk as a race track or standing under my chair and bellowing which he was doing yesterday. He also loves to sit on the monitor which is fine except for the possibly doses of radiation he's sure to be getting and it's fine until he starts trying to lick his ass.
He'll start his cleaning regime, balanced precariously on my 19-incher and the whole thing will start wobbling. Eventually, I either start snapping my fingers in front of his face, smack him on the head with a pen or grab him and huck him out the door where he'll plaintively mew until I can't take it anymore.
Hate him.
I think the key problem is that I am his mother. He has imprinted on me something fierce. In the morning, he waits for me to get up. If I don't appear to be rising in an orderly fashion, he'll start dancing on my head and meowing. This morning, I awoke at seven, the cat dancing on my head and the bedroom door shut. T. had gotten up early to get ready for another day of snowshoeing and had locked the creature in with me.
As I stood in the hallway, bleary eyed, tired, wearing one sock and grouching at T. I felt the stupid cat come and sit down next to me on the floor -- my personal guard cat. Can you believe that T. had the audacity to giggle?
When I finally do drag my ass out of bed, it is apparently my job to walk the beast, personally, to his food dish. It doesn't matter whether or not I freshen the dish with new food and water at this point, it only seems to matter that I am there. When I bitch at T. to feed the damn cat, he'll do it, grudgingly, but the cat will not stop grouching until I walk him to his food bowl.
I'm pretty sure that he used to not be like this. I remember a cat who used to come back to cuddle up with me if I was sleeping in. I also remember a cat that learned to shut the hell up once in awhile. He's so horrible.
Yesterday, he got outside. In the old place, in the summer, I would let him out in the backyard. It was a big area, nicely removed from the street and there was much exploring to be done. Now, we are on a tiny plot of land on a busy street corner and it's all muddy and stuff. Well, he got out yesterday and I had to go chase him down. But, now, he won't shut the hell up about going outside. I'm about to toss his fuzzy butt out the front door and forget I ever had a cat.
Thank the gods, it's not a child.
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