urban misfit

Eighteen

heather — Wed, 19 Jan 2011 06:13:53 +0000

Every night I tell my dog, “I love you Monsieur le Roof-Roof.”
I know he’d tell me he loves me if he could. Because I feed him.
And if he did, he’d be the first boy to tell me he loves me in years and years and years.

It’s not even as close to as sad as it sounds.

Ten – Seventeen

heather — Tue, 18 Jan 2011 06:22:08 +0000

Sometimes it’s hard to do the right thing.
“They” say that January 17th can be the most depressing day of the year. I read that. On the Internet. And so it’s true.
I don’t think that holds for me this year. I’m pretty sure there are stormier days ahead. Maybe what the star people call their Saturn Return. One last chance to rebel before midlife hits. For me, I need to unrebel. Rebelling got me here, and I’ve been trying to do the opposite for a long time now with mediocre results. The opposite of rebelling still requires action. I just don’t know what that action is yet.

Six, Seven, Eight, Nine

heather — Mon, 10 Jan 2011 05:40:30 +0000

I worked out today. It turns out we have a pretty decent
gym set up in our basement. Good enough to get over the cabin fever
anyway. It’s so cold out that the dog wants to be carried to and
from the door so that his paws only have to touch the snow and ice
while he’s doing his business. I don’t blame him at all. Today was
a big day for getting things cleaned up. The kitchen, mostly. I
called my folks. I made chili. I watched intervention. And, most
exciting, I ordered a canvas print of a picture I took back in 2009
for our den, which I recently finished painting. I want to put in
New floors next. Hopefully the wall hanging will help satiate my urge
to renovate. Sometimes the small things help me from destroying the
big things. In this case, the floor.

Four and Five

heather — Thu, 06 Jan 2011 06:22:44 +0000

We booked a vacation tonight. I’m so excited, I just can’t really emote it because I worked for twelve hours today, only breaking long enough to shove some fast food in my mouth and to grab a latte before Starbucks closed.
They’re changing their logo.
Anyway, were going to a place we’ve been before. To a hotel we’ve been to before. Because I don’t think I can deal with too the whole hunting and gathering aspect of traveling, and at least this way, I know my way around a bit.
I’ll miss my dog. If I could take the crazy guy, I would.

Three

heather — Tue, 04 Jan 2011 06:46:41 +0000

Today was pretty much what I expected. Easier, actually. But now it’s over, late, and I have a dog to snuggle with.

Three

heather — Tue, 04 Jan 2011 06:46:09 +0000

Today was pretty much what I expected. Easier, actually. But now it’s over, late, and I have a dog to snuggle with.

Two

heather — Mon, 03 Jan 2011 03:57:12 +0000

The dog is asleep. Today he went to visit his
girlfriend/nemesis. I’m about to heat up some leftover Indian for a
late night snack. Yum. Tomorrow is the last day before it’s time to
fully return to the daily grind. There is much house cleaning and
reno completion to be done. It will be super fun. I need to buy
more spinach. I always need more spinach. Like Popeye.

One

heather — Sun, 02 Jan 2011 06:57:01 +0000

Today I cooked Indian food from a Gordon Ramsey cookbook. Three dishes.
The dog got to go on an adventure to the nose that looks like a hill.
I only had two coffees.
I set the bar high this New Year.

patio blogging

heather — Thu, 24 Jun 2010 18:58:42 +0000

ahhh. “relaxation.”

Traveling across the country with a dog and a boyfriend is not recommended. One or the other. But not both. The wiser choice would be the human, in the end. Right out of the gate (literally, of the airport) though, it isn’t obvious that either of them are travel-ready.

I’m not going to say I regret booking five vacation days and spending them in… well… a state of total frustration. What I regret is the future backlash I’m going to have to endure because I “forced” someone else to waste their vacation days on dog wrestling, wrangling, and shushing.

I honestly didn’t know only two of the three would get along at any one time. I guess positive thinking and expectations of harmony aren’t always enough.

Normally on vacation I would have my camera out and I’d be taking pictures of the most minute things. The patio furniture. This time, I brought my camera and lenses with me, but I haven’t bothered to charge the battery.

Yesterday we went for an awesome walk on the beach, and I wish I would have taken pictures of Rufus’ first steps and licks of the salt water. Who knows when he’ll ever be on a beach again… but in a rush to borrow my parent’s car I totally forgot my camera bag. The pictures I took with my iphone are crazy distorted, but I think they somewhat capture the spirit of his adventure. And our vacation.

Here’s the best one:

I’m not entirely sure what happened to the shoreline or the horizon. It’s a really nice beach, honest. And, dog friendly.

We only have two sleeps left here. I’m not sure what’s planned for tomorrow. The weather is supposed to be nice, like it has been every day. One of my folks is taking the day off though, which isn’t typical of my trips home (it’s usually me in an empty house) so I’m not sure if there’s an itinerary or if it’s business as usual.

I have to say, honestly, that while I’m not looking forward to going back to work in a few days or leaving this excellent-100%-of-the-time-weather, I am very much looking forward to tending my lawn and garden, going to Starbucks more than regularly, and getting some lounging done on my own patio. Weather permitting.

the last two months

heather — Tue, 13 Apr 2010 02:55:42 +0000

Look at this:

Seriously.

The cutest cuteness in all the cutenesses. He’s got two diplomas under his belt, and he’s only 8 months old. He’s also a scientist, he studies the mechanics of kennel doors.

His current portfolio includes knowing all his paws by numbers, crawl, spin/twist, roll-over in both directions, target, fetch, and he knows come, and is working on his 60 second sits and downs. He of course, prefers “place” to being told what to do.

Basically, he’s a prodigy.

And he occupies all my time and money. And he wakes me up at the worst hours every night.

But I loooove him.

I’ve started some seeds for a garden this summer, which I suspect the dog will have fun digging up if the squirrels and wild rabbit/hare-things don’t get to it first. So far I have brussels sprouts, purple peppers, broccoli, strawberries, and two kinds of tomatos started. I have more seeds for later, but I can’t remember what they are. Peas, beans, normal stuff. I need to get some kale seeds because kale chips are something I can’t live without.

I just downloaded the newer Regina Spektor cd. The dog and I appreciate it, but someone else has declared her a weird aquarius. I guess that’s the appeal for me.

Homework time.