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27 April 2011 @ 03:02 pm
I can't believe I'm doing this...  
Here's a piece of furniture I never expected to be buying.

What drove me to it? Our cat, Tigger, is 15 and the sofa is too high for her now. With our new sofa (even higher than the old one!), I don't want her using her claws to get up there. We have a zoo-decorated footstool in the living room right now (classy!), but I need something long term. Though at the moment, she's afraid of the zoo footstool and spends her time trying to jump over it, or hiding in the back bathroom. *sigh*

I phoned the doctor for muscle-relaxants for my back, yesterday. Let's hope they help. I think the problem actually started with the new sofa, and Disneyland just worsened it. Ulp. Maybe I need a footstool too. :0

Last week's Glee highlights for me were Gwyneth's song (yay) and Mercedes singing the house down with Aretha (ZOMG fabulous!) This week, it was Finn's song (a great Rat Pack performance), and the various t-shirts. Oh, Brittany—never change! A question, though—do people in other parts of the U.S. use "Ginger" to describe redheads? Because I thought that was mainly a British thing. I speak as one who was tagged "Karen the Red Baron" by an evil kid in grade school (who also had red hair, so whatever).

Last night's dreams were several anxieties run together: finishing missing high school coursework (yes, after the Master's degree), forgetting a bunch of advanced math and then the final for the math class, etc. But the night before was better—sexing up Tom Welling, and a piece of memory flotsam involving a character actor named Gaillard Sartain. A coworker from years ago knew Sartain, and said that at one point he tried to re-brand himself as G. Aillaird S. Artain. Apparently, he finally realized that character actors mainly need to be found for work, not 'more exciting.' Can't remember what Sartain looks like offhand, though—I'm getting an image of Barry Corbin in my head instead. o_O

 
 
 
frostian: firefly/kayleefrostian on April 27th, 2011 10:14 pm (UTC)
I thought 'ginger' was mainly a British term, though I've heard it much more often in the U.S. since the release of Harry Potter novels.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: heh-hehhalfshellvenus on April 27th, 2011 11:12 pm (UTC)
Me too-- my daughter asked me whether people ever referred to me that way growing up, and I had the same answer: it's British.

The British even refer to orange cats as Gingers, and we just call them orange tabbies.

Except I'll bet cat fanciers call them "red" cats or some other nonsense-- like "blues" (charcoal-gray cats) or "silvers" (bright gray) or "creams" (beige).

I'm all nervous over your baby countdown. Your ETA is my niece's birthday, at the moment. \o?

hurricanes & heartachesrejeneration on April 29th, 2011 05:33 am (UTC)
Hi sweetheart! I was in the neighborhood and wanted to see how you were doing.

Can I just tell you how much I love you for buying a piece of furniture for your kitty? That's... that's just sweet.

I still dream about missing high school stuff. I'm always one entire class behind because I'd skipped it all semester (last time it was English). -shakes head- Almost finished with a PhD and its... still on my mind. =P
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphorshalfshellvenus on April 30th, 2011 07:53 am (UTC)
LJ ate my reply to this last night...

She's such a nice kitty, and I feel bad that she has trouble getting up on the sofa now (she's 15). All she really wants out of life is to sit on someone's lap, and that sofa is the prime source of laps at our house! I hope she stops being afraid of the stool and learns to use it. :0

I am so tired of the school dreams! If it's not finishing up a year of elementary school (after having graduated from college), it's finishing high school (after the Master's Degree. It might in part be due to skipping my senior year of H.S., and my Dad doing the same (he joined the Navy at 17, then went straight to college. Technically, I don't think he ever graduated from H.S.).

So, you're finishing a PhD? Wow! I'm amazed we ever hear from you at all, with that kind of work load. But Deirdre did it, and I know you can, too. Mmmmm, my f-list is full of such wonderfully smart people, and they have SUCH kind hearts. ♥