Tom was running around doing his last minute preparations for travel last night before hitting the sack early. His flight was at 6:30 in the morning and being International it is always a good idea to get there about 2 hours ahead of time. There can be a line up just trying to check bags never mind security.
He asked me before he went to sleep if he should wake me when he leaves. Of course I wanted him to! I wanted to give him a kiss and hug before he took off.
Well I must have been in some pretty weird dreams at the time cos when he woke me I came awake with a start and a pretty big gasp. It scared the shit outta me! He is all apologetic saying “I tried to be as gentle as I could!” I started to laugh and gave him a kiss and wished him a safe journey before falling back asleep in 3.2 seconds (hey it was 4 in the morning!)
I’m gonna miss the stuffin outta that man! I do already. I know it’s only four days but still!! Whine whine.
I missed his call when he landed in Orlando *pout* I was on a call with someone from work. He left me a message though saying the flight went find and he landed all safe and sound like and was on his way to baggage claim. He had to go get the rental car and then had a few hours drive to where his Mom lives on the Gulf side of Fla. He promised to give me a call again when he gets there. What can I say I’m a worry wart.
I’m excited for him to have a very long overdue family reunion. I hope they have a great time!
At lunch I went outside for a walk to clear my head and as I was passing the pond in front of our condo I saw some movement in the water. I looked over and to my delight I saw a duck, then I saw another. Awww a duckie couple! In the number of years we’ve lived here I’ve NEVER seen any ducks in the pond. I was thrilled. (I know I’m lame.)
I ran back inside to grab my camera (and a piece of bread) and hurried out hoping they would still be there. I had nothing to worry about they were happily swimming around searching for food. I slowly approached and started tossing them bits of bread to coax them over as they were giving me that head tilted one eyed suspicious look but the idea of food overrode any fear and they swam up and started tucking in.
I was happily feeding them, hoping that I wasn’t going to get the smack down for feeding wildlife and encouraging them to stay. I hope they do and build a little nest and have lots and lots of babies. I hope that some asshole kid or someones delinquent dog doesn’t scare them away. I hope the strata aren’t assholes and do something to get rid of them. We have all kinds of wildlife around here, including wild brown bunnies. The skunks I could do without cos man they reek up the place in the summer as they were nesting somewhere nearby and more often than I would like the smell of their spray would waft in here. But ducks? I love ducks. Sure I know they crap all over but it’s only two and they’re small. So will be their babies (hope hope hope!)
Man too bad Cinnamon can’t get out and see them she would freak out!
Tom’s TV station is having an Oscar pool again this year, yay! As usual the task of actually picking our choices for the winner of each category is given to me. Yay yay! In past years I’ve done pretty good, once coming pretty darn close to winning. Ok last year I kind of sucked but this year, I dunno..
The bad part is, I haven’t seen even one of the movies nominated (though I do want to see Juno and Michael Clayton when they come to DVD) or for that matter really paid any attention to any of the hype so I had to vote with gut feeling, a whole lotta guessing and a side of George (Clooney). Come on, like I’d vote against HIM. Dark horse or no he has my vote. Take THAT Daniel Day Lewis! I really love to watch the Oscars for the Red carpet, the clothes, the faux pas. It IS great when someone I like is up for an award too (like GEORGE!)
Speaking of Tom, he’s off to Florida day after tomorrow I’m sure gonna miss him. I think it’ll be the longest we’ve been apart since we finally were able to live together. Of course compared to how long we were apart after we got married (just shy of a YEAR minus the visits) this will be a cake walk.
My cat Sage who got sick and passed away back in 2000 was whip smart, sweet and affectionate and I miss him dreadfully even today. He thought he was people often wanting to sit at a spare seat the kitchen table, not to steal food but just to be a part of the family.
Chris (whose 20 now!) and Sage as a kitten
When he was a kitten he would sleep curled up on my neck, when he grew to his full size and well, fatness he was pushed off me and decided that he would sleep under the covers WITH me often on his back paws tucked over the sheets. He knew exactly what buttons to push to annoy me and showed off his good timing while banging cabinet doors or swishing a picture that hung on the wall in the bathroom in perfect syncopated rhythm. He would tear apart a kitchen sponge like it was an enemy invader and would open my bedroom drawers and bring me balled up socks as presents, not stopping until I thanked him and told him was a good boy for bringing me a “mouse”. He was unique and he was well loved.
Lame lettering on this pic, my ex did it. I can’t find the original and most of my pictures are prints this was one of my first digital camera photos (in 97ish?)
I got Nutmeg in 1996 and he fell in instant love with Sage who sounded so feminine in his meow and instantly became his pseudo-mommy.
The palled around spending practically every waking and sleeping moment together. The kids could poke at them both hug them whatever, neither of them would scratch or bite. Nutter was Sage’s shadow and was devastated when his “Mommy” had to be put down. He cried for days right along with me wandering the house looking for him, it was so sad.
Best friends
Sage loved ice cream. I am not a huge fan of ice cream but on the odd occasion I felt like a bowl I would think to myself “Yanno ice cream would sound good right about now”. Sage’s head would pop up from a sound sleep and he would start meowing and follow me to the kitchen. I mean I made dozens of trips back and forth into the kitchen and/or fridge with nary a slit eyed response from Sage but the minute my brain said ice cream he picked up the thought. I shit you not. It would freak me out.
Nutmeg seems to have this same psychic ability but ice cream while appealing to him is not his particular poison. Tuna is. I can do the same thing walk in and out of the kitchen put things away in the fridge, clean the counter but the minute I think ok time for Tuna I will turn around and he is there staring at me with his soulful eyes. He is silent, I don’t even hear him coming but he is there. He can be in a sound sleep in the other room, doesn’t matter. It’s not like I’ve pulled out the can opener or started to open the tin, that is amateur stuff. No he reads my mind. Honest. Ask Tom.
Of course I give in. I slip him some tuna on the kitchen floor and he leaves behind a clean spot and a few nose prints while looking for that last possible morsel that may have escaped him. I can’t say no. How could anyone to this face.
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I’m sure gonna miss him. I think it’ll be the longest we’ve been apart since we finally were able to live together. Of course compared to how long we were apart after we got married (just shy of a YEAR minus the visits) this will be a cake walk. 
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