A Moment
The druid is sleeping deeply behind me. I would as well, but the cat woke me up yowling. Well, as close to yowling as he gets with his squeaky “bbrrr-up?”. He’s probably bored. He’s always bored, cooped up in this one room. I annoyed him by tickling his belly and then amused him by flinging the feather toy about. I’d let him out, but he needs to be supervised in the presence of the other cat–he has no problems, but the other cat is a bit aggressive in his earnest want to meet my cat, and the two have had scuffles. As my cat is declawed, we’re trying to figure out a balance between letting the two duke it out, and of leaving my cat undefended.
Anyway, he’s being quiet now, for the most part, except for his endless fascination with the garbage can that usually ends up with it on its side and him inside. Sheesh.
I had originally entitled this entry, “Moment of Solitude”, but the obnoxiousness of the cat is interfering with my introspective mood. It’s a quiet early morning and I’ve been watching the clear, crisp night sky segue slowly into the twilight of dawn. The sun will be up soon and while it’s too far south now to shine through the slats of the vertical blinds obscuring the balcony from view, it will reflect in the glass of the smaller door to the living room, right at eye-level.
When I’m awake in the morning, I am a morning person. I love being awake seemingly before the rest of the world. If it were not for the fact that I have to visit the DMV a bit later today, I have half a mind to pack up the laptop and wander down to a wifi spot in a cafe somewhere and just chill for much of the morning.
Speaking of the DMV, I’m going to try to get my license today. As soon as that’s done, I’ll be moseying over to a friend’s house to acquire a metal coat hanger, because like the doofus I am, promptly after buying my car, I locked the only pair of keys inside. I did try to get spares made just the previous evening, but the one store I was able to visit had its key making machine offline for maintenance. Well, if locking my keys inside is the worst thing I do with this car, I’ll take it. The locks are manual and the car is low-tech, so perhaps we’ll be able to squirrel the door open without having to spend $50 (that we most assuredly do not have) on a professional service. Derrrrr…
The soundtrack this morning is featuring 30s and 40s music, jazz and big bands and such.
Aaaand the cat just flung himself into my lap. He’s determined to be a big part of my morning, apparently. Ah good, he’s settled between my thigh and the arm of the chair. It wasn’t made for such coziness, but if he’s determined to be in my chair while I am, he’s going to have to deal, as I am bigger and can sit on him. Nyah, take that, cat.
I’m vaguely hungry. I made pork stir fry late last night and while the roommate remarked that it was a lot of food, everyone had seconds and there was only enough for one serving for the druid’s lunch, and one serving for the rest of the carnivores of the house to fight over.
The dreamer, who would pay me “whenever”, let me know last night that he’d be flinging me some of the funds he owes me. I wish he could do it in one lump sum, with the blips and bloops he’s able to fling me, there’s just as many blips and beeps siphoning that thing a bit. Oh well, with this blip, I can afford to replace the completely bald front tires, and begin insurance. That’s the one thing I did right by buying a car outright rather than making payments–the only funds we need to sink into that thing is for maintenance. Good stuff.
I think I shall study for the possible DMV knowledge test for a little while, and then resume dreaming big with the business I want to start as quickly as possible.
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Challenge yourself to Holidailies 2009 by writing one entry each day in December.
