This summer, when I travel to Nebraska, I won’t be able to leave Gus at home. That means taking Gus to Nebraska with me.
I’m hesitant to take him on an airplane. I’ve never seen anyone take a cat on a flight before, and I’m a little worried it will traumatize him and perhaps change his personality or something. That means driving him.
It’s not unprecedented – I drove Ned to Nebraska. It was pre-Bradaptation, so I don’t have very clear memories of those trips. I think I remember breaking down on a super-hot day with him in my old truck. I also remember sneaking him into a hotel inside a duffel bag.
Thanks to some impulsive internet shopping on my part, Gus will be bagging it in luxury. Behold his sumptuous carrier:
I’m leaving it out so he can get used to it.
I was confused yesterday when I went to the staff room at school to use the bathroom. The door was closed, so I waited there for a while. Not hearing any noise, I finally knocked, anticipating the awkward “someone’s in here” response. There was no response. The bathroom was empty.
I realize I’m just stating an opinion, and perhaps other people feel strongly opposed, but I think if the bathroom is empty, you should leave the door open. It’s a quick, non-awkward way to see if the room is available. I understand exceptions for small children or animals or whatever, but otherwise I’m definitely a “door open when empty” person.
Is someone there?
When I came home from choir practice last night, there were two packages waiting for me. Two! Woo hoo!
One of the packages was the laptop I left at the Seattle airport. It was packed very securely, and included lots of styrofoam peanuts. They were full of static. I couldn’t resist sticking a couple onto Gus.
I thought he would bite them, but he just sniffed them.
The other package was a blank book with unlined pages. It was a bit of an impulse buy, but it was on sale, and I thought it might help me do some watercolor painting. I did watercolor a long time ago, and enjoyed it. I’ve wanted to get back to it, but haven’t taken the time. I thought maybe having a cool-looking book would encourage me to do some quick little paintings… maybe of my garden or something. I’m not holding any great hope that I will actually paint in this book, but at least I’m trying something.
Its a really nice cover with clasps and everything.
I eat sandwiches for lunch at school. This year, I’ve been alternating between ham sandwiches and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. I end up buying a loaf of bread almost every weekend, and here is a strange thing: if the bread bag is held closed with a twisty-tie, it is often twisted counter-clockwise. That is, the factory is doing lefty-tighty.
I don’t alwyas buy the same brand of bread, so it doesn’t happen all the time, but my current loaf had the backwards-twisted tie on it. It seems strange to me, since the world is so consistent about the lefty-loosey rule. Maybe there is some precedent in the world of baking that reverses the notion of clock-wise and counter-clockwise?
I left school earlier than usual yesterday so I could vote in the Maryland primary elections. There was no line at the voting place, so I was in and out very quickly. I used the extra daylight time to stop by Lowe’s and check out their garden plants.
I’ve designated the area next to my pond for bedding plants. Last year, I planted a crazy mish-mash of all different kinds and colors of flowers. It was colorful and riotous and fun. This year, I have been thinking I would plant gerbera daisies there. The problem is that I’ve never grown them before, and they’re more expensive than petunias or zinnias. If I bought a bunch of them and they didn’t bloom or they died off, it would be be wasted time and money.
They looked so cheerful and fun when I saw them at Lowe’s, I got them anyway. I was worried that if I waited a couple of weeks, they’d all be gone and I’d regret not getting them.
By the time I got home, there was still daylight left, so I planted them. It was awesome to be out in the warm air with my hands in the dirt.
The little white border flowers are alyssum. They smell like honey.