Month: November 2017

I wish I were Dr. Doolittle

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We watched two cats confront each other, which I found hilarious, and I’ve just spent the better part of ten minutes trying to figure out how I wanted to describe it.  I was aiming for too grandiose, I think, so here’s the simplified version:

There was a white cat on the sidewalk and a black cat five or six steps above it on the walk to someone’s front door.  The white cat meowed at the black cat, but the black cat was having none of it.  It kept up a steady low warning growl while the white cat meowed piteously.  I can only assume the white cat was trying to apologize for something awful it did, and the black cat was like, no way, dude, you had your chance.  The white cat followed us a couple of houses down and then settled on the neighbor’s front stoop staring back in the direction of the black cat, literally claiming the high ground.

I wish I knew what they were saying.

Halloween costume

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The only thing we wanted to do for Halloween this year was walk around the neighborhood and see the decorations.  At the last minute, I decided it was silly of us to wander around on Halloween without costumes, so I checked my closet et voila!  I was able to put a totally serviceable costume together using clothes I already own AND that I actually wear, although not in this particular combination.

Side ponytail, off-the-shoulder sweatshirt, high-top chucks.  I even tight-rolled my jeans for authenticity.  Then I topped it off with an overly patched acid-wash jean jacket.

I wasn’t 100% committed (no blue eyeshadow, no bangs), but I think it told the right story.  John put on a leather bomber jacket and went as my too-old-for-me boyfriend.

Cookies aren’t supposed to hurt

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One of our dining room cabinets smells like cookies all the time and we have no idea why.  We never put cookies in it, and we’ve cleaned it with cleaning products that decidedly do NOT smell like cookies.  I’m not complaining – I really like being surprised with this pleasant smell every time I open the cabinet door – but it’s weird.  It inspired me to buy a scented candle so I could enjoy a pleasant cookie-like scent in other places in the house.

I wouldn’t go so far as to say I have regrets, but I will handle this differently next time.  Today is a chilly day, high in the mid-50s, and it’s a little overcast.  I remembered the candle, thought “what a nice idea!”, and lit it.  It sat on the corner of my desk for an hour or so before I couldn’t take any more Christmas Cookie.  I blew it out and moved it into another room, in front of an open window.

It’s been half an hour. My headache is subsiding, and so is the scent.  It’s fallen into mild and pleasant again.  Next time – there will be a next time – I will try to remember to leave it somewhere MUCH FARTHER AWAY from my head.  Maybe the hallway.