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October 21, 1998 |
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washing dishes at the end of the twentieth century | |||||
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Copyright © 1998, Janet I. Egan |
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Roberta is still out with back problems and Nora has moved back to New Jersey so it's me, Bob, and Bonnie today. The main consequence of this is that the litterboxes and dishes trickle in to me a few at a time instead of being all piled up waiting for me when I get there. There seem to be more clean dishes and litterboxes available so nobody is breathing down my neck waiting for a clean one. Well, Cronkite is breathing down my neck but that's because he wants to eat the wet food from the cans. His idea of how to get at the sink is to climb onto my shoulder. Good thing Cronkite is still a kitten. BW is constantly meowing for attention. Walter is chasing something invisible. Joey is protecting his cage from being cleaned by Bob. The washer is going. The dryer is going. All's right with the world. I do about 7 or 8 loads of laundry and still manage to get all the dishes and litter boxes washed, dried, and put away before noon. This is unheard of. The clocks must all have stopped. The two kittens who were dropped off at the feral feeding station last Thursday have adoptions pending already. They're the cutest little gray tabbies. I named one of them Elizabeth after Lizzie. I wanted to name the other one Andrea but Martha and Dawna liked Abigail better, so they're Elizabeth and Abigail. Anyway, they'll be in a new home by the next time I go in to work. I pet cats, play with cats, straighten out the mess on the shelves above the sink, and still feel like I could work. This is not usually how I feel at the end of a shift. I drop off the roll of film I finished yesterday at the refuge. Besides yesterday's pics of deer, this roll has the pics I took of Tom and Ned after the witch trial play on Sunday, as well as the lighthouse pics from our cruise on Narragansett Bay in the rain a week ago Saturday. It does not usually take me this long to use up a roll of film. I do a bunch of errands, grab lunch at Bruegger's, and sit with my coffee at Starbucks. The renovations are still going on. The new arm chairs at the window are comfy and cozy. Long conversation about the witch trials and other stuff with Tom. He gives me a book on hand feeding wild birds. He picked it up at the thrift shop around the corner for 50 cents. The afternoon vanishes. Evening comes. Baseball is drawing to a close for another season... | |||||
