The first Spring day
04.14.2003Today was a great day. Spring burst through the window blinds w/ a 70 degree sun and a symphony of chirping birds. Amazing.
I rode The Motron down to Michigan News Agency for my May MacAddict. I've not had a chance to read it yet. I also picked up Immortatily by Milan Kundera. Danielle recommended it; I plan to get significantly into it before our dinner tomorrow. If that doesn't impress a girl, I don't know what would.
Then I rode up to campus to teach. Yes, teach. I don't have a teaching assignment this semester, and I didn't even realize how badly I missed it. Thanks to Apu for letting me fill in a few class periods for her (too bad it was under sad circumstances). I had a great time, even though we talked about political economy (I've been told many people find this boring).
From there I went to Caleb's BFA show on campus. It was an installation piece: He has one singular black ant on forty-some blue ten-by-eight tarps all over the campus greens. The ants go marching one by one. Hurrah! Hurrah!
The whole project lent itself to surrealism. I walked around the installation w/ Bay. A big Jewish woman w/ a little wiener dog and a giant purse. The dog's purple leash matched Bay's purple skirt. As we walked through campus, we discovered an Asian girl w/ a giant rabbit on a leash. Wiener dog became too excited, broke her leash, and I had to give chase. I managed to slam dunk my A&W Root Beer can into the yellow recycling container as I ran.
Now I'm home, looking forward to dinner, a shower, and a chance to read my new book.
The Girls had a house guest today. Dave dropped Ursula off early in the morning. Ursula's been here before, but she does not get along w/ Annie and Sophie. She hisses and moans incessantly. I've known Ursula for a while; she's never plays well w/ others. My cats were glad when Dave came by and scooped her away.
Sophie's been particularly odd lately. I mean, she's normally an odd little thing. But especially odd. A few weeks ago she got into the habit of slowly shredding paper. But only when I'm sleeping. And very slowly. Lately, she's started kicking litter out of the litter pan, onto the floor. Then she rolls around in it. Really odd stuff like that.
Posted by Miguel at 07:00 PM
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I'm pretty sure that one of the seventh sign. Maybe the sixth.
How many ladies can you have on your arm? Aren't you moving to bolivia? What will you do with all those broken hearts?
Posted by: bil at April 15, 2003 09:09 AM
I think Ursula may have picked up some bad habits on her visit. I heard her vigourously scratching away in the litter last night. And for some reason she has to know what is on the other side of every door. She use to be lethargic and complacent, but since she’s returned she’s been playful and crazy. I think it’s time for the water bottle.
Thanks again for letting her come visit. I’m really starting to dislike the Parkmont’s frequent visit policy, but I think despite her general bad attitude Ursula enjoyed her visit.
dave
Posted by: daveb at April 15, 2003 09:14 AM
Have you tried the enclosed litter pans? It keeps the litter inside the box instead of on the floor. Works well. Don't know about the tearing. My aunt has a psycic for her cats- her official title is 'pet communicator'. You could contact her about the tearing. Maybe you should just pick up all paper before you go to bed.
Posted by: vanessa at April 15, 2003 09:16 AM
Hey, I won't be in Bolivia forever. And I'm not looking for a string of broken hearts. I'm just looking for that one (near) perfect girl to swing from my arm, and I from hers.
And, Bill, please explain the sings number thing. You don't believe in the Apocalypse, too, do you ? Please say it ain't so. The world's gonna last forever; even if only the cockroaches are left to enjoy it.
Posted by: miguel at April 15, 2003 09:48 AM