Monday, March 31, 2008
Per my usual self I was completely unstrung. I tried to be grown-up about it so that Tom and Kathy wouldn't see what a besotted idiot I truly am when it comes to Una but after she started mewing and looking panicked and the hail started slamming down from the clouds I demanded that Matt get the ladder and fetch her. She was about 20 feet up a snarly tree and we had trouble getting the ladder up to her. Matt was able to grab her and get her halfway down the ladder, getting a nasty scratch on the chest for his efforts. I took her down the remaining distance and got clawed up on the wrist. I don't mind though. I am happy she is back safe and sound. We all joked later about the stories she would tell the other cats in our absence. "So the dog came straight at me and I gave him what's what. Then after he left in shame I climbed the tree to survey my surroundings for more dogs to defeat." Ha ha ha.
I haven't been very forthcoming on the blog about how often Matt is out of town. Over the last 2 months I would guess he hasn't been home more than a total of eight days. Add that to stagnant house news and endless rain (save your comments stating the obvious - I KNOW I live in the Northwest. I am just adjusting) and I ended up feeling rather despondent. The last thing I wanted to do was recount all the ways I was feeling depressed.
Anyhoo - things are on the upswing. Matt is home, for a while at least. Yesterday Tom, Kathy, Matt and I knocked the snot out of the house, tearing down walls, vacuuming up spider egg sacs and pulling nails from boards. And the forecast for this coming week shows that there is the possibility of sun.
While Matt was away I found myself unexpectedly put to use at the Post Office. I am scheduled to work every Saturday but ended up working 4 and 5 days a week while he was in Los Angeles. Here is a picture I took of some friends on my route.
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Anyone from North Ogden should be able to immediately recognize the sign above. It is the marquee at Kirt's drive-in on Washington Blvd. My 16th birthday was announced to the world on that marquee and it seems the sign was not quite done with me. The owner of the drive-in is a friend of the family and he happened to call my parents right before I came into town. He decided to let the world in on my covert op. Now I will have to kill him.
The trip was very low key. Mostly just visiting with my mom, dad, Kim and Angie. I was also able to see an old friend from school (PreK-12!!!) and catch up on 20 years of history. Totally Awesome! (to revisit a phrase from back in the day). Since the trip was on my mom's dime I devoted all the time to the Tesch family and shamefully neglected the Conrows and Jensens. Sorry guys. Next time.