July 6th, 2003


Morning interruptus

I woke up this morning to what sounded like a gunshot and the sound of dogs going absolutely nuts. My brain couldn't process this right away and I was wondering if roho had bought a new verion of "Grand Theft Auto" or what. Finally I just rolled over and went back to sleep. I woke up again about thirty minutes later and felt a great deal more lucid -- for example I remembered I was in my parents' house and not in Illinois. I got out of bed, walked down the hallway to the washroom, made use of the facilities and walked into the living room to see my dad reading the Sunday edition of the Minneapolis Star Tribune. "Sorry about that," he mumbled. I sat down in one of the recliners and started chewing on a chocolate chip breakfast bar. "Sorry about that?" I asked, not sure what he was referring to.

"Sorry about waking you up. I was shooting at a squirrel and the dogs went a little haywire," he replied. "I figured that if I used the .22 instead of the 12 gauge they wouldn't care, but I was wrong. They still thought it was time to go hunting anyway."

That's what life on the farm with my family is like, every day.
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Home again, home again, jiggedy-jig.

I left Minnesota at 2:53 PM this afternoon, and notified roho via AIM that I expected to be back at the apartment sometime around 10:30 PM. I arrived at 10:24 on the dot. My arrival was perfect despite numerous stops along the way (one for taking pictures, one for fuel, another for water and a few rest stops), sitting in stop-and-go construction, rain and holiday traffic on the various highways. Do I know how to drive or what?

I'll be writing up a very long post (hopefully tomorrow evening) summarizing my weekend after I get done with work and chores like placing my new dresser in the bedroom. To summarize: I'm very pleased with how the last three days went and I enjoyed every minute of the trip. It was relaxing but productive -- for example, I fixed most of my pickup truck's issues and spent a lot of quality time with my family. The only way this vacation could have been any better would be to make it a few days longer! My family certainly seems to agree with that sentiment, but there is one dissenting voice: Ra. Right now the poor little bugger's clinging to me and maiowling piteously, resting his chin on my collarbone and kneading my shoulder as he lays across the back of my chair. When he gets chatty like this its a way of telling me that I'm in trouble with him for "abandoning" him for "too long." What's amusing is that with Ra "too long" is a variable amount of time... sometimes he's upset when I'm gone for an hour, sometimes he's upset that I've been gone for a few days. It's hard to believe but it's true. I've reached the conclusion that like every other pet my family has owned my cat is a "special needs" animal, which is to say he's broken in some way. I don't just mean the IBD and CP that he's afflicted with. Let's face it, my cat is psychologically unbalanced. I don't know what else to call it when my pet is codependant and suffers from abandonment issues.

But still it's heart-warming in a silly kind of way. I mean, it is good to be loved..... even if it is only by a harfy black kitty cat.

Just like smoke through the keyhole
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