Ridiculous Thoughts

That’s where I’m going, along with those people who talk at the theater and child molesters and I’ll tell you why…

We parked near the garden center at Walmart and walked in the doors. Just inside the door there lay a beautiful, dazed little bird on its back. It had apparently slammed into the sliding door and it looked like its life was slowly ebbing away.

My daughter gasped loudly and said, ‘There’s a bird on the floor!” and two sales associates rushed over to see – each women; each one’s heart breaking just a little to see this sad little bird die from a wind gust it couldn’t handle.

It’s tail moved slowly back and forth and its eyes were wide open in a kind of glazed astonishment. My daughter and I began to walk away, not wanting to witness its final moments.

As we made our way into the main store, I blurted out, “‘E’s not dead, ‘E’s PINING.”

My daughter burst out with a guffaw that echoed around the huge garden area and then immediately clamped both hands over her mouth as if it was disrespectful.

I looked at her in horror.

“Oh now I’m definitely going to hell.”

She replied, “We’re both going anyway Mom. We read Harry Potter.”

“Oh yeah.”

And then we carried on with the rest of the dead parrot skit 🙂

Getting close to bedtime and it’s time to round up the cat so I can boot her out of my room…

Except she’s nowhere to be found. I start looking all over for her. I’m calling her name, rattling her food dish, peeking in every crevasse (and in this small apartment it does not take long) and still no sign. She’s not under my bed. She’s not curled up in her favourite chair in the living room. I enlist Shan’s help.

She didn’t worm her way into a closet or nose open the kitchen cupboard and clamber inside. Shan even checked my closet which hadn’t been opened all evening. Hey, you never know. We start to panic. Did she slip outside? It’s new to her here. How would she know to find our apartment? Scenes from every movie about animals making epic journies flit through my head.

No sign of her outside. It’s cold out. She’ll freeze if she got out there 🙁 I grab her bag of treats hoping she’ll come padding up from where ever she is when she hears the familiar rattle.

As I walk through my room shaking the bag, a little head pops out of my damn duffle bag. “Is that food?”

The little weasel 🙂

My guess is she was trying to be slick. I spent the better part of last night squirting the hell out of her for scratching at my bedroom door every 5 minutes. I got very little sleep and had to resort to shutting her in the laundry room and then toss and turn the rest of the night feeling sorry for her.

So she’s obviously trying to hide in my room hoping I’ll forget about her and when I’m juuuust about asleep, she’ll pounce on my head.

Foiled by the treats though 🙂 hehe.

Big Sigh.

We’re all in and the majority of the unpacking is done -that is to say quite a lot of boxes are tucked up in the garage but that’s okay. They are mostly boxes I had in the old place that belonged to mom. Someday I’ll go through them, but not now. I found a box of card – wedding cards, anniversay, just because etc. from dad to mom and mom to dad and they made me cry. What great treasures to have but at this time I guess I’m not ready to go through their stuff. I’ve spent so much time shoving grief to the back of my mind while trying to get on with life that sometimes it comes bubbling up when I least expect it.

Anyway enough of that.

So there are 7 or 8 more boxes to unpack, mostly more books and trinkets. Then comes the fun part of decorating the place. I’m looking forward to that. I have a total surplus of artwork and knicknacks that I can go several different ways in the way this place looks. I dig that.

Spooky is back with us and pretty puzzled. When she left, she spent nearly a month tucked in a cozy room at my cousin’s and away from us. She left the only home she’s known and returned to a whole new place. She spends a lot of time sniffing things and she rarely leaves my side when I’m home.

Let’s see… a couple of drawbacks to this place: The walls seem pretty thin. My bedroom has a wall shared by the people next door. it must be their bedroom as well because I can hear their feckin’ alarm every morning. The truly pissy thing is that theirs goes off about 15 minutes before mine *sigh* My neighbours on the other side play their TV pretty loud. I can tell what they’re watching. Parking seems kind of like a free-for-all and no one seems to park their cars in their garages. Sometimes I can park right by my apartment, sometimes I’m stuck clear down by the street. Wish they’d number spaces or something. And lastly, our toilet keeps clogging up. Lovely I know, but I can’t work out what’s causing it. Tres strange.

But you know, all of this is fairly minor (unless of course you REALLY have to go to the bathroom only to find you have to plunge the toilet first.) The plusses are pretty great. We’re still enjoying the novelty of being able to look out the window and see our car; or not having to use a key to check the mail; of being able to buy heavy stuff at the store and not have to lug it up 3 flights of stairs; of not having to disguise the cat food when we bring it in; of being able to jump up and down without pissing off the crabby neighbours belowstairs; of being able to see our black cat contrasting with the light beige carpet so we don’t trip on her anymore; of being able to put the car in the garage if it looks like it might hail; of my kickass, HUGE stove with self-cleaning and digital controls; of the possibilities opened to us here.

Yeah, we’re finally home 🙂

It’s Moving Day eve. Tomorrow at 8am, three movers will show up and hopefully bulldoze through the towers of boxes growing in my living room. At least I hope they’re fast about it. I want out of this place.

I want this move over and done with so we can get back to normal. I’m just so stressed right now. Money’s tighter than usual because of the move, my car has picked this time, of all times, to start making weird noises that freak me out a little, my phone was transferred over but it’s not working and Qwest says there’s a break in the line somewhere and they can’t send a repairman out until Monday so they’re forwarding my calls to my cell but I’m low on minutes on it, there’s still so much to do and well I’m just starting to feel panicky.

But hey, look at my new shiny kitchen!

Hopefully my kitty will get to come home on Sunday. Now we’ve got lighter carpeting so we won’t trip over her all the time 😀

Anyway yeah, dull blog. Just felt like I should post because it’s been a while.

…is in these boxes. And these are just three rooms and a few closets. Eesh.

I hate packing. I LOVE unpacking. Hate packing. But the good news is we found a nice place and we move in next week 🙂 Woohoo!

But damn I have a lot of stuff. You just don’t realize how fast it accumulates until you have to shift it. I’ve found a few things I thought I’d lost though. Things like the first cassette of my BBC radio production of A Clockwork Orange. I listened to that over and over when I lived in England. Tonight I found a $100 bond the grandparents gave Shannon back in 1993. That was cool.

The thing I want to find the most however, still remains elusive. Years ago I misplaced my handwritten recipes of food I used to cook at the pub. I wish it would turn up, there was good stuff in there. Things like a brilliant Stilton and Peppercorn sauce to go over a thin steak, or the cinnamon and pear sauce that goes over seared duck breast. And it had the most fabulous recipe for Tiramisu that I’d kill to make again. *sigh*

So we’re leaving one of the desks and the loveseat behind. I might see if the hottie mover guy wants the desk. The sofa though is going to the dump. It’s past its prime.

Anyway, this post has become dull. Back to the packing.

I’m finally going to see Placeo live. This band caught my attention just after my mum died and I was obsessed with them for a long time. I loved every single song. Even ‘Nancy Boy’ (from which came the title of this blog. Bet you thought I was going to talk about the best sex EVAR. Ha.) But they are mainly a European band (based in the UK) with only mild success on this side of the Atlantic. They had a song open the movie “Cruel Intentions” and some success with a song called “Pure Morning” a few years ago but otherwise they are not well-known here – well at least in this part of the country.

So because of that, I never got the chance to see them perform at the height of my passion for them because they rarely tour here. But now they are coming to Denver and I just can’t miss the chance. So the kid and I are off to see my favourite band for the first time, for the last time unless they someday play at the HEC here in town 🙂 I’d love it but I don’t think GI is ready for Placebo.

Man… I haven’t been to a show since Depeche Mode at the Shoreline in 2001. Well, not quite true, I enjoyed SOJH at the Grand downtown. But that was an unknown band to me. Ok I’ll rephrase. I haven’t been to a show of a band I love since Depeche in 2001. Which incidentally was my daughter’s very first concert. And she fell asleep. And almost got stepped on by some chick who was totally fried on acid and I don’t think she even knew she was at a concert. Thankfully Meechie gave her a good shove and she stumbled away, thus sparing Shan a stomp on the head.

I’m thinking I’ll introduce her to the Crush and position ourselves right up front too. She might as well learn what complete twats people become when the show starts 🙂

The Break-up Door.

A closer look:

Leaving for work this morning, we noticed the note on my neighbour’s door.

Ouch.

(And for anyone wondering, my kitty is safely with my dear cousin for a month while I look for a better place to live that likes kitties.)