Jeff tells me I am unusually buoyant, to keep trying after so many hilarious (and occasionally creepy, like the guy who put his head in my lap on the Skytrain after I’d told him to bugger off, but I digress) disasters. I suppose last night gave me a demonstration as to why maintaining a positive attitude is what a person needs to do. I sure enjoyed myself last night. It was a cup of coffee & a walk to the salamander pond (they showed up last night, and zow, but there are a lot of them.) I drove home with the cheerful sensation one gets when one has had a date, enjoyed it, and arranged a second one. I don’t have his permission to write about him, so I’ll leave it at that. No, I lie. He is the single most pleasant person I’ve met in ages – now I’ll shut up. I have a head cold…. so attractive.
Work is interesting and challenging these days. I found out that my not having completed a course at work (they have on line courses) rolls up on a report visible to my grandboss and great grandboss. Never have I felt so motivated to finish something. Time to get in the car, gas up and get going on it.
The Netherlands-Denmark World Cup game had one of the most amazing saves I’ve ever seen. It was spectacular. I can’t find a single mention of it anywhere in any of the sports news and I’m not competent enough to describe it or even remember the defender’s name. (UPDATE. I changed my search criteria and got “Poulsen’s spectacular sliding save”). It was one of the Danish players. I’m thinking of changing my blog topic header to “Soccer, the sport that makes the words “Nil Nil” work as a sentence”.
Damn the vuvuzelas, they make watching the game with anything like true enjoyment virtually impossible. The BBC is trying to figure out how to strip the noise from the feed. Go to it, ladies and gentlemen.
The quinoa is two inches tall and the peas have started to sprout. Everything else is being eaten to the ground by slugs as soon as it pokes its head up.
Margot sits outside Jeff’s door and meows up a storm. She really does prefer him to me, mostly because he’s home a bit more, feeds her in the mornings more than I do, and he doesn’t brush her. Sometimes she begs for the brush if she sees it – other times she struggles and complains. I never know in advance what I’m going to get.
Jeff cut the lawn, after asking me pointedly this morning when the bag and frame for the lawnmower are coming in to the store where I ordered it. It’s going to be at least another week, which is annoying. Anyway, thanks Jeff! It was pretty long.
Be good, all y’all.