Things were quiet for a bit too long. I had been sitting at my computer for about an hour and I knew she was in the living room playing with the cat. I’ve been working on a project all weekend that I feel will take me the rest of my life to complete. And there’s no guarantee that what I’m attempting to do will even work. Such is the life of a modern day – whatever. What are we these days anyway?
I decided to peek into the living room to see what was going on. For a good long time, I had been hearing, “Meee meeeow?” He meows like it’s a question. Then I would hear the little tatter of his feet as he would chase whatever Laura was dangling in front of his face. It’s been like this ever since we brought him back from the vet. Well, the first few days were somewhat subdued. I think the anesthesia was still having some effect, but when that dissipated, he’s been very active. Almost like a kitten. He may actually be a kitten – we don’t know. All we do know is that he has a lingering desire to get outside.
They say his “manly” instinct will last about a month and then he’ll act more like a gentleman. From what I’ve seen so far, I’m not so sure.
I found him laying on Laura’s lap drooling in his sleep. He does that when his head is tilted to one side and he’s totally out. I thought it was the cutest thing ever because Laura was just sitting there on the floor holding him in her arms. She didn’t even know I had come in the room when I sat down beside her. I just sat down and started petting the cat too.
After a while, I said, “You know that place in lower Virginia we liked last time we were looking?” In a previous life, we were searching for an adventuresome town to settle down in. Possibly purchase a small cabin to use for ourselves part of the year and then use as a rental for the rest.
“Yes.” she replied.
“When I was driving down to Florida in January, I stopped at a gas station in that area.”
“It was cold. And it was windier than all hell.”
That seemed to have struck a nerve because the next thing she told me was that she was going to leave me in Florida as she traveled around to see the world. She’d find something she liked and tell me about it later.
I asked her if she was really leaving me and she said no. She said that she would just look around without me – that I was dead weight. I asked if I could come and she insisted that it would be better if I stayed behind. I told her that she wasn’t going anywhere without me and that if she tried, she’d catch me sitting a few rows behind her on the plane. I told her I’d follow her like a stray cat. Finally, she smiled.
We’ve been trying to eat all the food in the house, so we don’t have to tow groceries to Florida. It seemed a simple challenge when I came up with the idea a few weeks ago, but it’s been proving rather difficult lately. She asked me the other day if we should try to finish up the flour. The flour? I told her that we should maybe let that one ride. Let’s work on the cereal and things like that, I said.
It’s been working the best it can, I suppose, but we do have to go out for Chinese every so often. We’ve been to the grocery store a few times for simple items, but as far as all out food shopping goes, those days are over for now. But dinner’s getting rough. Just last night, we decided that we should get Indian takeout one last time before we leave. We only got Indian twice before, and we’ve lived here for five years. The restaurant is located up in Glastonbury, so perhaps that’s the reason it’s so infrequent.
Around 8 last night, I placed an order at Bollywood Grill. I told the guy who answered the phone that I wanted AlooTikki, Vegetable Manchurian, Baigan Masala, Shrimp Curry, Rasmatai and Paratha Plain and about an hour later and after a fairly long drive to and fro two towns up, we were sitting in the basement eating what I can only describe as quite possibly the best food I have ever tasted. There was so much flavor in this food that I’m sure I’m going to have a tough time getting over it. And as I was eating, I thought to myself that I certainly don’t eat Indian enough.
But all that goodness did come at a price. A hefty price of just over $62. Yes, that shocked me as well as the man behind the counter asked me for my money. I knew it wasn’t going to be as economical as our usual Chinese, but at least the Chinese lasts us for three nights and it’s almost half the cost. We ate almost all the Indian just last night. It was expensive – but I will tell you one more time, the food was outstanding. I’ll pick that Indian food over the Chinese any night of the week. But not for that price.
Have you noticed the Facebook box in the right column of this page? Have you noticed that I’m, pathetically, the only one who likes myself? Every time I look at that, I wonder how there are so many people in this world and only one likes me. Me. Now that is pathetic. And I hope you do something about it. It’s as easy as clicking the little “Like” button that resides inside the box. I’ll feel as though I have friends and you’ll get to, ever so easily, read my wonderful words of wisdom every time I post on Facebook. I’ll do that often because I have a tendency to jot things down as they run through my mind. I’ll do my best to entertain you, and all you have to do is click the button.
Okay, that’s all for now. Till next time!