Frances decided to take a few pics of me after breakfast, and I got a little curious about her camera phone. Nope, no little creatures in there. Guess it’s just magical like the TV. I still check behind the TV a lot to see how all the people and animals and things get in and out, but there’s no door or anything. Mysteriousness.
Everyone else has to get up pretty soon, so they can pile into the car and go to the mountains. I try to stay away from the car. Cars takes kitties for shots. Just typing those words makes my tail bristle. The calendar says I am due for my rabies booster very soon. Definitely not happy ’bout it, but I’m gonna be very brave.
Wow there’s a lot of snow outside. And Frances says she’s coming back with lots of pics for us to share.
So come back soon.
It’s round about midnight, and I am just back from the movies – Zero Dark Thirty. Excellent film. What would I have done differently? Cut it by about twenty minutes, and give the leading lady a signature outfit/look.
Just threw a load of laundry into the machine. I want to get everything out of the waytonight, so I can get out and take some photos of all this snow.
This beautiful fir lives in my friend’s front yard. It’s between 75′-80′ tall. The lower branches are 20′-22′ long. This morning even I was enchanted by all the white wintery wonderousness. And you know what I usually say about snow; it belongs on mountaintops, Christmas cards, and in the movies, but not where I have to walk! But hanging out in the ‘burbs seems to be softening me up a bit.
The second month of the new year is nearly half gone. I have been so busy since Christmas. One more fairly large project to complete, and then things will be a bit calmer.
Finally got a ticket to then she fell. It an immersive theater experience I have been wanting to experience since summer 2013, and come March I finally will.
Taking this Tuesday and maybe even Saturday off. Definitely going into the city; Madison Square Park is on the list, as well Barnes & Nobel bookstore, and maybe another movie.
Okay, time to check on that laundry.
Frances and I are sitting out the Super Bowl, and spending the evening watching a Law & Order marathon. Actually we’ve been watching it all day. The courtroom scenes are the best!
The big guy on the sofa is my buddy Tiger. He does a lot of napping. Speaking of napping Frances took a pic of me catching some zzzzs on my blue chair. Frances says I am the cat’s meow.
Here’s a pic of me looking out at the snow this morning. See how she made it look like a drawing in Little Photo.
Frances just ordered some Chinese food. She made sure I had a nice bowl of kibble and fresh water for my dinner at 4pm. I saved a few bits in my bowl for my evening snack.
Last night there was a whole bunch of commotion in the kitchen. Something called the Insinkerator decided to leak. My Master, who is also my BFF, crawled inside the cupboard to fix it. Actually only his top part fit inside, the rest of him was stretched out on the floor.
Frances helped by passing the tools. If you Insinkerator leaks you just have to get your pliers and twist them round and round. Oh and don’t forget to say Dammit Dammit Dammit every time you twist – those are the magic words.
Hey, the courtroom part is about to start.
Thanks for reading my post.
Tone can be as important as text.
I was a great fan of this 3 time Mayor of New York.
This morning I sorry to read that he left this plane of existence.
Pest in Peace Ed,
Ed also said:
You don’t have to love them. You just have to respect their rights.
When all are wrong, everyone is right.
Headed to mid-town for a spot of shopping and a late lunch. Don’t really need to buy anything, but it’s nice to just go have a look around. Who knows there might be something fabulous on the clearance rack somewhere.
Last night I started watching a documentary on Netflix, which I finished this morning. It was about a woman who died while watching TV and wrapping Christmas presents in her tiny London apartment. Her body lay in front of the TV for three years before it was discovered. The TV was on when they found her. She was 38 years old. She had four sisters. She had friends. Her name was Joyce Vincent. The film was Dreams of a Life. I can still hear her singing. I can still see her photos on my mind’s screen. I will write more later, and include some links.
The train has stopped for some reason or another. The conductor mumbled some excuse over the poor excuse for a loud speaker.
I can’t wait to get to Times Square.
I can’t wait for lunch, because I had no breakfast.
When a train stops for one mumbled reason or another, there is always someone who looks worried. Most look annoyed. And there is always one person who sleeps through it.
We are moving. Yay! Times Square.