Dead People, A Safe Landing, And Cat Pee
Thank God this week is over. We’ve got dead miners (come on, by now you know they are), dead rescue workers, Flossie in Hawaii, Dean in Jamaica (more dead folks there, and headed for Texas. Wonder if Crawford is in its path, and if George W. might be taking yet another of his many vacations? If so, maybe next week will be better after all…), a massive earthquake in Peru (lots of deaths there), and the deadliest month in Iraq with the suicide bombings in the northern Kurdish territory (despite Bush’s “troop surge”, keeping things more secure. Yeah, that’s working out really well.)
We still have to cross our fingers about the early Endeavor return on Tuesday because of Hurricane Dean, too, because there is that nasty gash on the shuttle’s belly. Of course, a similar gash killed the entire Columbia crew a few years ago, so maybe next week might not be any better, we’ll just have to wait and see. But, hey, the powers that be decided it wasn’t worth repairing, despite the ability to do so. That’s okay, we should always trust authority.
Pick a finger.
So the world, in general, sucked last week. So did mine. The cat puked on my pillow, and peed on my bedspread. I don’t know why, never happened before. And my washing machine is out of commission. A bit of advice, don’t ever try to handwash a bedspread in the kitchen sink. It doesn’t work out so well. If your washer breaks, grab some quarters and head for the laundromat. I learned my lesson.
Godspeed to the Endeavor crew. Hopefully next week will indeed be better. And if anyone wants a cat, let me know.
August 20th, 2007 at 5:36 pm
Doug,
Your cat did his business on your bedspread because he’s “p****d” at you. Did you leave him alone too long, bring a strange girl home, act like the house is your territory instead of his? It can be many reasons.
Once I had a cat who did his business on my winter jacket, when I brought the man who was to be my first husband home. I should have listened to the cat.
Being a cat owner for many years I have come to know the wonders of Febreeze. No kidding. It works. You wouldn’t know we had cats except they are drapped on every couch we have.
August 20th, 2007 at 11:00 pm
I’ll guarantee I didn’t bring a strange girl home. I’m gay. And I work at home, so she wasn’t left alone too long. The house has always been my territory, and has been for her entire life, so that’s no excuse either.
Febreeze does wonders, though. I agree with that part.
Thanks, Beth, for the comment. Want another one?
August 25th, 2007 at 2:41 pm
Yes, you could say my week sucked, too. I used to have this great friend. We used to hang out together (we were practially inseperable), worked on outdoor building projects and shared many insights about politics,materialism and spirituality. He got me trough many difficult times and supported me in many endeavors. And, we had fun .. when I dabbled in stage-acting, he used to stay up with me all hours to help me learn my lines.
This past week I got some really bad news, I was diagnosed with breast cancer. Worse than hearing the diagnosis, I hurt because I realized I could no longer share it with my best friend. I can’t share it with him, because he’s dealing with his own life’s crap…that I can’t help him with…that’s why we’re no longer close.
He used to tell me that everything works out…but there’s so much in the world that can’t be fixed … but the worst of them is losing a really close friend!
Good, luck, Doug, with your challenges and know that not all weeks suck!
Namaste,
Chele B.