I'm anticipating that this will be a long post. It starts Saturday morning, when we set out for Whitehall. I don't like Whitehall Street; it's miles and miles of strip-malls on both sides, a big box mecca crowded with lots of "thrill of the hunt" style shoppers. But on Saturday that didn't seem to matter, as we were there to see about a buddy for Ollie. Sure enough, a jumpy foster kitten formerly named Pepper joined us for the ride home.
At home, her name became Maya. It's kind of a human-y name, which we like. It also seems to fit her irreverant attitude towards everything but playing. She and Ollie will get along famously, likely destroying most of our worldly possessions, as soon as they stop hissing at each other and trying to box each other under locked doors.
Saturday night we had a neighborhood birthday party. Eric from down the hill is 30 - we turned out to celebrate and wound up contributing some grill capacity. Afterwards, worried about kitty, we went home to find her sleeping under our dirty clothes hamper. Rather than wake her up, we went to the loft, where Ollie joined us on the couch for the second half of Michigan's big win over Illinois.
Sunday was another blue-sky day that defied October. We grocery shopped and worked at ate tater tots and pad thai and sticky rice, but not all at once. We stopped at the park for frisbee and I rode the T2k out to Alburtis, up to Trexlertown, and home before dark.
Now the week is on. I've been slowly pulling ahead and it is starting to show. We're starting to feel even more motivated around the house: painting is up next and we're looking forward to being done but not excited about the task itself. The cats are not thrilled with each other's presence, which means we've got rooms cordoned off and growling animals on both sides of the door. I think this is life, the life, the kind of life everybody seeks but doesn't want to admit.
Monday, October 22, 2007