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April 1, 1998
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The weather returned to normal today: cold, gray, and rainy. But that cannot dampen my enthusiasm. MRFRS has got a new washer! A Maytag Super capacity washer! It came yesterday. Roberta beat me to it with the first load, but got to put in the second one. I could actually fit a fair sized stack of towels in there. And the thing is quiet. No banging. No more worrying about exactly how many towels is 12 pounds. No more emergency calls to the plumber. Or course I still didn't get through the entire laundry backlog by the time I left but I made a dent in it. I mean I could see the floor in the laundry room and actually fit me and Roberta into the room briefly without stepping on each other or the laundry. Pumpkin got adopted. She got two exclamation points on the board where we write the names and dates of adoptions. Domino tried assuming Pumpkin's old post on top of the big yellow bucket but gave it up the first time somebody wanted litter. There was a lot less hissing in general with Pumpkin gone. It's amazing how one cat can affect so many others. I'll bet she's really happy in a single cat home where she can be the center of attention and have a really really big territory. Maggie May tried to eat my breakfast when I set it down on the counter by the sink. A maple frosted coffee roll. I actually ended up not liking it (Dunkies was out of everything else I tried to order so I tried something new - big mistake) and was surprised that Maggie May did. I didn't think cats liked sweets. George did his usual projectile vomiting thing right in front of the door to the conference room. I was busy with something else and thought Roberta, who also saw it, was going to clean it up. She thought I was going to. Neither of us did, but each thought it was taken care of. Oops! Bob almost slipped and fell on it on his way into the conference room to pick up one of the cats, whose exercise time was up (the new cats can't mix with the general population for 10 days, so we let them out one at a time for 15 minutes in the other room while the regular population gets to mix it up in the main room). Roberta caught him just in time. It would be embarrassing to lose a volunteer from slipping on cat puke. In between going out for 250 pounds of kitty litter and slipping on cat puke, Bob told Roberta he had seen some whale vertebrae on the beach, which she would be interested in for her bone collection. This brought up the subject of the poor guy who drowned off the jetty on Labor Day weekend and whose remains have been washing up in pieces ever since. Roberta said that recently someone had recovered a leg bone from the guy. I remembered seeing what I thought was a human leg bone at Sandy Point and convincing myself it was just a branch. I mentioned it and Bob said, oh, you saw it too? Neither of us reported it - both too freaked out by the possibilities and all too ready to convince ourselves we didn't' see what we saw. I can't imagine what the man's family must feel like, getting his body back bone by bone after unusually high tides or storms. I told Roberta I would be on duty at the refuge tomorrow and she should stop by and say hi after she retrieved the vertebrae that Bob had told her about. | |
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