|I love this front porch|
So there I am, half naked and pulled from my warm bed and sleeping husband to creep down the creaky, rickety staircase in my bare feet. Eleanor leads, stopping halfway down the staircase to check on me and meow if I haven't made sufficient progress. Once I hit the linoleum in the kitchen my toes curl and I turn on the light in the bathroom, give Eleanor her water and lean against the wall by the heater for five to then minutes while fuzz for brains gets her drink. She sometimes stops in the middle to contemplate running water and the meaning of life. I sigh deeply. I'm glad she is still around to bother me in the middle of the night. This idiosyncrasy is a small part of the price I pay for the privilege of an aging, ancient feline friend. On the upside, I carry her upstairs and we snuggle back into bed and everything is right in the world. The other night, I was trying to get to sleep and El kept trying to get me to snuggle. Grey said "do I hear purring from under the covers?"
"OK, I'm lying."
Damn cat always gets her way.
Like I said, good thing that home is starting to feel like home again.
|The kitchen looks like a kitchen now|
|..and my hair looks like hair again.|
My hair has been crazy lately. Moving from a really humid environment to a really dry one has wrought havoc on my hair. I have been alternately frizzy, fuzzy and limp-headed. I'm frizzy if I blow dry my hair, fuzzy if I leave it to dry naturally and limp-headed if I put in the serum my hair stylist recommended I start using. It's good stuff, but it's a heavy oil that is hard to wash out. My color-treatment shampoo doesn't do a good job of getting the serum out so I get all limp-haired on day two after washing. After a month of struggling, I figured out that once a week, I have to deeply condition my hair. The other days I can just use cheap old Pantene for color treated hair and I'm back to being golden again. I just want predictable hair days again.
Also, I am not sure if everyone does this, but I tend to cut my hair off in the fall and grow it the rest of the year. Something about the advent of school that makes me want to do new and cool things. So it's just trims for the next year, and then we'll see. I do love it short, but I love even more the things I can do with longer hair.
|Highline Community College in Kent|
Eleanor has lately been on a kick where she insists she is an indoor/outdoor cat. This is a little perplexing since she has never been an indoor/outdoor cat. At. All. But when I go by the door, she will sit and meow, sometimes stretching up towards the handle. Grey sometimes will take pity on her and let her outside with him while he reads on the porch. But she can't handle staying in his lap and always tries to get away so she can roam free and be "feral". The idea of Eleanor being feral is just as ridiculous as expecting a full-grown mountain lion to politely wake me up at 3 a.m. for a drink of water and to use a covered litter box. Ain't happening. Anyway, to make a long story short, he wouldn't let her go and she hissed at him. That was the end of Grey's benevolence.
|Yay for RAIN!|
Like I said, we are all feeling more comfortable here.
I can't wait for it to snow.