Given the fact that no one wanted to bone anyone else imaginarily this week, I’m not doing the Marry, Sex, Friends thing anymore.
Archive for April 13th, 2005
This morning as I was getting ready, I looked out my window to the fire escape* because I thought I had seen something move out there.
See, I’ve been trained by my surroundings. When Kmart and I had a mouse, my peripheral vision was strengthened, and expanded, because of how frequently the mouse would make a mad dash from the kitchen to the living room, or vice versa. Add to that the fact that ACWF’s family has eight cats** that you have to keep an eye on so they don’t end up underfoot. I’m always seeing things moving, even if it’s just a dust bunny, or a small leaf.
So when I saw something move outside today, first I thought it was a mouse. Then I worried it was a rat. I was happy to find out, upon closer inspection, that I had seen the lazy flicking of a tail as a kitty cat was bathing itself in the morning sun.
I whistled to get it’s attention, and it’s little head popped up and looked at me through the window. I moved to open the window, and the cat backed off. When I finally managed to open the window to talk, the cat took off down the fire escape.
It looks like the same cat I had seen a while ago, but now he has a collar on, along with a flea collar. So I guess it must still be a stray at heart, but at least people have taken it upon themselves to look after it to some degree. I was wondering if I should leave the cat some tuna, but I decided against it. I don’t want to see a rat sunbathing on my fire escape in the morning.
*The fire escape in my building is made of wood. Safe, flame-resistant, wood. I’ll be taking the stairs if the building ever catches on fire.
*Lydia, Lucy, Salem, Merlin, Pooky, Abigail, Foobert, and Foxy Roxy
Not only is it a funny word to say out loud (go ahead, give it a try) it’s a good principal to incorporate into your life.
I’m not a clock-nazi (though ACWF can tend to be sometimes, but only in a cute way, I swear, hon) but I appreciate people being on time. I do my best to be on time.
I especially do my best to be on time when it’s a matter of business.
So if you show up to my office 15 minutes late, I’ll make you sit in the lobby for 5 minutes waiting for me. Then I’ll rush you through your appointment with me, hopefully forcing us to end early because my next scheduled engagement is about to begin. You’ll have to schedule another appointment, and hopefully, you’ll be on time.
Too harsh? I don’t think so. Especially when no attempt to apologize, and no excuse for the lateness are given.
So are you one of those horrible people who always make everyone late? Are you one of the people who lose your nut because everyone else isn’t 5 minutes early? What’s your story, and why the hell are you always so early/late?
