about how, about how, about how!

Tuesday, may. 9, 2006   |   0 comments

There’s so much I want to tell you about right now! It’s all just clanging around in my head…

About how the dog and cat are getting along beyond all expectation, are in fact curled up with me in bed at this very moment (it’s 6.29am and Marco‘s just left for work and there is COFFEE!). Except that there’s also this weird and hilarious (to me) development with the Piggy dog, a sort of sibling rivalry/jealousy thing where she saw Marbles playing with her string (and I don’t know if you’ve met Marbles, but she is just insane for string, it brings out a bloodlust in her that surpasses all catnip and catdancers), and the dog immediately developed a very comparable string craziness. Now whenever I wave the string around for Marbles, Piggy comes running over and totally horns in! And she really gets into it, jumping up and around and chasing it across the floor, jaws snapping just like a cat, a cat named Marbles. Also whenever Marbles gets up to go run her cat errands, Piggy now sneakily sneaks over and curls up in the exact same Marbles-warmed spot. Poor Marbles! On the other hand, and I hesitate to even mention it because it feels so ripe for jinxing but, Marbles has somehow stopped her nocturnal meowing and harassing. (!!!) I’m not sure if it’s because Piggy is keeping her awake all day, or she’s very happy to have me home every single night, or she’s just so stunned to discover that the world has dogs in it, but whatever it is, I salute it and buy it candy.

About how much I’ve been cooking lately (Chocolate Lulus, chicken/salsa/sourcream/bean taco mash, from-scratchy pizzas, My Favorite Salad) and about how my life has been transformed my new All Clad frying pan, so beautiful and shiny and beautiful and pretty.

About how a nice Kelly emailed me with a solution to my problem of the sad bathtub and midget water heater: fill the tub with only hot water until it runs out, then let it sit until the stubby heater boils up more water (about twenty minutes), then fill up the rest of the tub, and voila: a real bath, the kind that covers all your body parts including your knees (both southern and northern)!

About how it turns out that this happens.

About how I went to go see Tippy Canoe and many others play all of Ziggy Stardust entirely on ukulele (and it rocked?). And then how I also saw Brian and Sandra and many others play Bucko de Mayo, a night of tribute for Buck Owens, and how pretty and good it sounded, and how great everyone looked with their Sailor Jerry and nylon-seam leg tattoos and cowboy outfits and the dancing. That scene can sometimes be a little intense — especially when you see one on its own, stripped of context, just shopping for mop heads or something — but a bar packed with full-force rockabilly is pretty awesome and maybe even uplifting? Though I also had two very strong drinks, and I was completely cross-eyed from cranking out an entire Housewives recap in just one day, uck.

About how I finally unpacked my last box, and the accompanying moving bruises (the weird junkie marks that come from being surrounded by a shifting maze of boxes) have officially faded, and my books are out of their boxes and finally able to breathe again, and my shoes, they have their own shelf! And I went out and bought a fleet of matching hangers from IKEA and now my clothes all hang together in a uniform, adult fashion, organized by color and function (long sleeves, three-quarter sleeves, short sleeves, no sleeves). How profoundly satisfying it all is!