coffee, hey!

11-21-99

Today was such a fantastic day that I just don't feel like writing anything. Let me see what I can do....

Hey, I guess that means this really is a cynic's journal. I was getting worried that I'm happier with my life now, so maybe that title isn't so fitting. Look at me now: when I'm in a bad, not-so-good, or indifferent mood, I spew out pages of cynical crapola. When I'm delighted with myself and peppy and cheery and everything that I normally hate, I don't want to write at all. That's cynical, if I've ever heard cynical.

Hey. Hey again. Hey hey hey. I've had too much C-O-F-F-E-E-E-E-E.

I feel like that Far Side panel where the scientist dons his canine decoder helmet and all the dogs up and down the street are yelling, "Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!" And yes. I am the dog in that scenario.

Woke up early and read in bed for a while, then got up and dragged myself over to the vet. I met the high school girl there who helps me out on busy days. She did the cats and I took care of the dogs and we were out of there in less than an hour. Yay. Then I went grocery shopping and ate ice cream for breakfast.

Watched Citizen Kane and the Hingis/Davenport tennis match. Sounds like I spent the afternoon watching TV, and I did, but it was good. I needed the time to zone. I also worked on the yo-yo quilt/table cover that I mentioned a long, long time ago. Back then I put about two-thirds of it together, then I sort of tossed it into a corner. Watching the tennis match reminded me of the days I spent holed in the apartment after I moved here, sewing, unpacking, watching TV and only leaving the house before 10 am and after 7 pm.

And I drank coffee. We have a 3 cup French press, so I end up drinking six cups of coffee. (I make the coffee on the weak side, so I feel obliged to squeeze it twice.) By cup #5 I was frantically washing the dishpile that's been in the sink for days. No reason, other than I felt compelled to.

And, once again, my compulsion to stick around somewhere paid off. I'd meant to go feed the dogs again, but I stayed and did the dishes instead. After 20 minutes of kitchen-cleaning, John walked in.

See, John left town this morning. His band was going up to Atlanta for a gig, then coming back here for an hour or so before taking off for Biloxi. He wasn't supposed to get enough time to come home. Surprise! He paid me a fifteen-minute visit.

So, then I went to feed the dogs. I went to the store again, to pick up supplies; I'm making a Christmas present for Becky. After I got home, I decided to make the same gift for Anna, so I have to go back to the store tomorrow and get extra supplies. Doh.

(It's a way cool gift. I can't tell you what it is, not because they might see it, but because another one of their friends might see it and give it to them first. I tell you, it is the coolest gift ever. And it's right under your nose! You made one in first grade, I'll bet!

Now I've said too much. Now everybody knows what it is.

Is this whole mess in parentheses?

E-mail me if you want to make the coolest gift ever for one of your friends. But not for Becky or Anna.)

I might as well eat that coarsely ground Millenium Blend with a spoon.