I thought she used to live in Holyoke and she thought I knew someone she works with. We were both wrong. Nonetheless, Chowflap and I were finally able to meet at the blogger party last week. (I think I may have offended her when the first sentence out of my mouth was: “I didn’t know you were a quaker?” I’m so tactless. I meant it more in a “I would love to hear more about that” but it, of course, came out very crass.)
She has posted some lovely pictures from Mount Tom in Holyoke, one of my favorite places, too, especially when the snow’s all melted and the water’s flowing.
Hey! Lookie at me! I’m blogging and I’m at work! Yeeee! I know, it’s so obvious that everyone does it, but seldom do people mention it within their posts. So there you go.
I didn’t sleep very well last night, because Miles the cat slept in my bed. I was so worried that he would leave that I kept waking up in the middle of the night to make sure he wasn’t freaked out or restless. See, Miles seems to have a nervous disorder. He can’t really handle stressful situations. I had to keep the door close to the bedroom, because if Molly were in the room she would have harrassed him to get off the bed. During the middle of the night, I woke up to loud Miles purrrrring that I hadn’t heard in ages. It made me so happy. Nothing burns you like a cat that’s stopped purring. (I see the stoppage of the purring as the feline equivalent to donning sweatpants and downing a half-gallon of ice cream while watching a Lifetime movie. Not just once, but a few times a week.) Is it medical? Am I a bad parent? Is he too lazy to even purr? Am I a bad parent? Or could it be that my cat has just given up on any hope of happiness? But last night he moved up beside my head and woke me up with his purring at 3 o’clock in the morning. Now if I can only re-create this environment every night and not make it seem like he’s there against his will, then we’ll be getting somewhere.
Speaking of Miles, I added some pictures to his photo album (scroll down when you get to the page).
Hey! Lookie at me! I’m blogging and I’m at work! Yeeee! I know, it’s so obvious that everyone does it, but seldom do people mention it within their posts. So there you go.
I didn’t sleep very well last night, because Miles the cat slept in my bed. I was so worried that he would leave that I kept waking up in the middle of the night to make sure he wasn’t freaked out or restless. See, Miles seems to have a nervous disorder. He can’t really handle stressful situations. I had to keep the door close to the bedroom, because if Molly were in the room she would have harrassed him to get off the bed. During the middle of the night, I woke up to loud Miles purrrrring that I hadn’t heard in ages. It made me so happy. Nothing burns you like a cat that’s stopped purring. (I see the stoppage of the purring as the feline equivalent to donning sweatpants and downing a half-gallon of ice cream while watching a Lifetime movie. Not just once, but a few times a week.) Is it medical? Am I a bad parent? Is he too lazy to even purr? Am I a bad parent? Or could it be that my cat has just given up on any hope of happiness? But last night he moved up beside my head and woke me up with his purring at 3 o’clock in the morning. Now if I can only re-create this environment every night and not make it seem like he’s there against his will, then we’ll be getting somewhere.
Speaking of Miles, I added some pictures to his photo album (scroll down when you get to the page).
You are Maureen Dowd! You like to give people silly nicknames and write in really short, non sequitur paragraphs. You’re the most playful of the columnists and a rock-ribbed liberal, but are often accused of being too flamboyant and frivolous. You tend to focus on style over substance, personality over politics. But your heart is in the right place. Plus, you are a total fox.
Which New York Times Op-Ed Columnist Are You?
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Holy Mary, Jesus and Joseph was it nice out today. TIRH and I took a walk by the M to the H to the C (Mount Holyoke College) and then TIRH left to do the remains of his parade celebrating. TIRH had found me Magic Shell in the Stop and Shop earlier in the day. The only thing is that he couldn’t find the actually Magic Shell (TM), but did manage to find Hershey’s Shell (TM). At any rate, I had to sample it to make sure it was worth taking to the Tupperware/”Tupperware” Party. Damn is that stuff good. It’s like Nutella but smoother. Yeah it has the hazlenut taste that all Nutella lovers have come to crave. I had a few spoonfuls and then, feeling a little guilty after the sampling, I got my bike out for the first time in 2004 and took it for a spin around the pallatial South Hadley Falls neighborhood. Near the end of my ride, two little girls yelled from their front porch, “I like your bike!” I smiled and looked back at them and said, “Thank you.” They yelled again, “I lliiiiiiike your BIKE!” over and over at the top of their lungs. By the end of it I think they were screaming “WE WANT YOUR BIIIIIKE!” but I was a bit frightened so I didn’t stay outside long to make sure. The bike’s parked safely and soundly in the mudroom now.
Holy Mary, Jesus and Joseph was it nice out today. TIRH and I took a walk by the M to the H to the C (Mount Holyoke College) and then TIRH left to do the remains of his parade celebrating. TIRH had found me Magic Shell in the Stop and Shop earlier in the day. The only thing is that he couldn’t find the actually Magic Shell (TM), but did manage to find Hershey’s Shell (TM). At any rate, I had to sample it to make sure it was worth taking to the Tupperware/”Tupperware” Party. Damn is that stuff good. It’s like Nutella but smoother. Yeah it has the hazlenut taste that all Nutella lovers have come to crave. I had a few spoonfuls and then, feeling a little guilty after the sampling, I got my bike out for the first time in 2004 and took it for a spin around the pallatial South Hadley Falls neighborhood. Near the end of my ride, two little girls yelled from their front porch, “I like your bike!” I smiled and looked back at them and said, “Thank you.” They yelled again, “I lliiiiiiike your BIKE!” over and over at the top of their lungs. By the end of it I think they were screaming “WE WANT YOUR BIIIIIKE!” but I was a bit frightened so I didn’t stay outside long to make sure. The bike’s parked safely and soundly in the mudroom now.
the laughter, the fear, the ennui (but no tears, thankfully) of the Weblogger Meetup.
(My posts have been short these days; short of apologizing, I will say that I’ll do better next week.)
If you’re interested in seeing Nick’s Nest remain Nick’s Nest, check out the comment on a recent post of mine.
If you’re interested in seeing Nick’s Nest remain Nick’s Nest, check out the comment on a recent post of mine.
daily life | sighclub March 30, 2004 | 
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