Day: December 9, 2009

News of note

Something in my house that I don’t own (Don’t you weep) is now finished.  I am back writing songs down again after taking a break.

Margot is cleaner.  I bathed her (again!) this morning.  I also applied conditioner, because she’s so staticky she’s attracting dirt like a CRT.  She is an indoor-outdoor cat, and they say you should never let Persians be indoor-outdoor cats because

  • They are purebreds and people will steal them (she’s chipped)
  • They get filthy laying about in the debris outside
  • They are none too smart and rather too docile

Unfortunately, the place has a cat door, so what can ya do?  Besides, she looks so cute chasing bugs in the backyard and galloping up the back deck stairs.

Speaking of stairs, I have installed the anti-skid tape on the basement stairs, and this should prevent all three cats and any relevant hoomins from skidding down those stairs asswise.  (All three cats have wiped out on the stairs).

I am glad I haven’t had the R John Caspell memorial signage made up yet because it must now include the words “And Cat Vomitarium” under “Memorial Pinball Parlour” because, like, you know, the cats enjoy throwing up on that blue carpet.

Here is my hat with a rainbow on it

Part of my remarkable afternoon at Mike’s last week was coming back into his place from a couple of hours on that nice toasty balcony and finding my hat with a rainbow splashed across it.

rainbow hat

It reminded me…

… of the rainbow on the living room floor in the house on Oakridge Drive when I was growing up.  We had a fishtank in the front entrance way, and at the right time of day, at the right time of year, the light would hit one end of it as if it was passing through a prism, and throw a spray of brilliant colour on the hardwood floor. I think we got at least one picture of that squirrelled away someplace.

…. of the rainbow on the slate floor in the cafeteria at my old job.  Same thing… light would come into the atrium, bounce through the an edge of a glass plate on the railing, and throw colours on the floor.  As far as I know, Jarmo and I were the only people who ever noticed, or at least commented about it.

Deb, that tiny feather is from your bird room. After all this time it hasn’t fallen out or blown away.

Photo credit Mike.  The rest of the pics from that afternoon are, thanks to the mental image of my brother clawing his eyes out, NOT being posted.