10 posts tagged “cats”
In less than 24 hours, I will be on a plane on my way home. I'm not excited about the travel, but I'm excited to not be at work for an entire week, and I'm excited to bring home all the presents I bought. I love watching people open presents. I, of course, hate opening presents in front of people because I always feel like I have to have the perfect reaction.
Perhaps that indicates that I've not been getting good presents.
Not that I'm complaining.
So right now, I'm in my last 20 minutes of work, twiddling my thumbs until I can officially go home. I've rearranged things on my desk, and I've packed away the work that won't need to be looked at til the new year. I'm choosing to ignore the construction dust currently all over my desk, as I have a feeling that's only going to get worse in the coming days. I may come back to a desk completely white with dust.
Sounds healthy, doesn't it.
Plans for tonight include packing and getting the house ready. I've not left my cats alone for this long before. I've got someone checking in on them, but it's not the same. I will worry about them, I'm sure.
Next entry to be written from the airport!
Holy tired, Batman. Doesn't time-change mean that I get an extra hour of sleep? Oh wait, it means that 5am feels like 6am to my cat, who is used to his breakfast at 6:09 every morning. So he sticks his cold little nose in my face and makes noise and jumps all over me.
Only less hilarious.
So I took a picture of them.
So I decided to not go to class today either. I'm so useful.
I don't understand how I can feel busy all day, but then sit down to write about my day and realize I've not accomplished very much at all. Where does the time go?
Today, I did enthralling things like pay bills and work on the budget for the condo association for next year as well as try to figure out some sort of a personal budget, as I've realized paying for BarBri review this summer is really going to break the bank.
I really sort of hate money. It would be nice if things still worked on the barter system. Of course, it's not like I have much to barter. So maybe that's not the best plan after all. Besides, I really don't hate money. I quite like money. It's not having it that I hate.
Today, I also made the mistake of giving the cats catnip. I'm pretty sure Cadu has crashed into the wall at least four times in the last ten minutes while racing around the house. Oh, if only there were such a drug for humans.
I think this picture says it all.
Christmas was a blast. I got so many gifts that were amazing and thoughtful, and others that were totally expected and just as loved. New camera, new camera! Which means many more pictures. Aren't you lucky.
And the gifts I gave were well received. Sometimes, simple is definitely the way to go. Put a little thought into it, and it will be worth it. I realized it was a very book-y Christmas this year - everyone but my brother got a book as part of their gifts, and he didn't get one only because I didn't know what to buy him.
(I'm going to try to catch up on some missed Holidailies prompts tomorrow)
It's not even 10:00 and I'm already in bed. Christmas is tiring!
Tonight, we did Christmas with the extended family, as always. Little different this year, because my uncle and his fiancee had to leave earlyish to get home because they're doing Christmas with her family tomorrow and no one wanted them driving late at night. So we did sort of an afternoon dinner. I had brass ensemble rehearsal at 1, which I left early, and then we ate at 2. Then we did presents, then I went back to church for mass, and we all re-convened at my grandparents' house after church for a little bit.
It felt weird. For as long as I can remember, I would spend the end of communion during Christmas Eve services thinking about the dinner and gift giving that was coming. I know, I know, it's supposed to be a time of reflection. But you get hungry! And I realized I didn't have that to look forward to tonight. Because we had already done it.
It was just a strange thing, to do something for years and years and years, and then sort of tweak it, so it's still the same, but just a little tiny bit not the same.
I brought my cats to my parents' house for the holiday. So there are now five cats in the house. But you only ever see three of them. So it's not that big of a deal. Pippin walks around like he owns the place, but Cadu just hides in the closet. I close the door to my old bedroom at night, so he feels safe enough to come out then. He's a big wuss.
And now, I shall sleep, because 7:30 church is very early in the morning. Yes, I get to go twice. So lucky.
(Holidailies #24)
First off, thank you for whoever chose yesterday's post for the "Best of Holidailies" list. I'm incredibly flattered. Thank you.
Today's Holidailies prompt is "Sunny or snowy: Which makes for the better holiday season, and why?"
I think the answer to that question really depends on where you grew up. If to you, Christmas is bright sun and palm trees, then that's the best holiday season for you. If Christmas means snow and ice, then that's the proper Christmas for you.
Growing up in the Midwest, I obviously fall into the latter category. But the downside to that is those Christmasses where the storms are so bad that they disrupt plans. A few years ago, the snow and ice was so bad that we couldn't have our normal family Christmas. It was while I was still living at home, so I was either in college or in the year I lived at home pre-law school. We do family Christmas as my grandparents' house, and they live just down the street from my parents, so we had no trouble getting there. And we made it into town for Christmas Eve mass. But much of the family didn't make it in for the holiday because the roads just weren't entirely safe to be out on. So there's a downside to the snowy Christmas.
Plus my dad and I sing at 7:30 mass on Christmas morning every year. It is hard enough to get up that early on Christmas. It is even harder to go outside in the freezing cold that early in the morning on a holiday.
But the ice and snow in the trees sure is pretty.
We put up my Christmas tree yesterday. I'm amazed at how many ornaments I have. Hopefully this year, the cats won't break any. It was so frustrating last year to hear the shattering of an irreplaceable ornament. The cats just like to play under the tree. Thankfully, they haven't tried to climb it. Yet. I still need to put out the Nativity, and there will inevitably be a cat sleeping in that, knocking Mary and Joseph onto the floor. I tried to explain to the cats that they shouldn't be knocking around religious figures, but they didn't seem to get it. They're a year older now. Maybe this will be their year of understanding.
What's the last thing you usually do or think about before you fall asleep?
- Whoops, did I just kick the cat off the bed?
- What is that hacking noise?
- No, don't sleep on my face!
If you could write a book about anything, what would it be about?
I would write about how glorious it is to be independently wealthy.
... which would, of course, require me to be independently wealthy. But I could handle it.
Actually, I'd probably like to write an excellent piece of fluffy chick lit. Beach reading. Something fun and lighthearted.
Or a kid's book. About a bad cat named Spike.
