Under 200 days until 30. Not sure how I feel about that. It has been an eventful 5.5 months, however. Best not to dwell. I’m doing OK today.
Fischer and Cassie-O
My male cat, Fischer, broke a really big heavy glass mirror this morning. He did it by somehow ricocheting off of my leg as he sort of sped, a la Tom and Jerry, through the apartment on a craze of some sort. So, I’m wondering if I’m partially responsible for it. And although I shouldn’t and don’t believe in luck, you never know, and it’s sort of always hanging there. Not really. But I’ve never broken a mirror or aided and abetted in the breaking of a mirror. I mean, I was the silly girl who in high school kissed the ceiling of her car when she passed through a yellow light and held her breath when driving past a cemetery. We used to say, seven years bad sex for anyone who didn’t. But do we believe it? What are your thoughts about superstition? I mean, even if you don’t believe in this stuff, who goes around breaking huge mirrors, you know?
Anyway, it was a messy cleanup, and as I’m messy anyway, it wasn’t fun. This mirror turned into sparkly fairy dust-like powder in some areas. I mean, the microscopic mirror fragments we’re talking about here will make it impossible to walk around without shoes for months. It mixed in with the random kitty litter which was scattered on the floor, and it got in the cracks in the tiles on the floor…ugh.
Cassie-O, dear sweet Cassie-O (Fischer’s little sister, my nickname for Cassiopeia, and a nice take on “Jackie O,” if I do say so myself) has taken to sitting in the crook of my knees when I’m lying down on my side. She, unlike Fischer, the in-your-face ham, doesn’t like to be confined or held in any way, as affectionate as she can be. She needs to feel she has her escape route. It’s just about the cutest thing you can imagine, as she gets right up in there, making a great legwarmer in our cold winter days and nights.
This week is all about planning this party I’m catering on Saturday night. Amazing to have a task this huge and fun. But a lot of logistics. A f-load of logistics. And I may venture forth in to South Tel Aviv, cheapy-ville, for a cut-price food processor today. Making pate for 40 is not fun if you have to do it by hand, that’s for sure. But for now…I’m tres sleepy, having slept over at my lovely guy’s place (where we dealt with a crisis of no water in his apartment, calling the neighbors, the landlord, threatening the landlord, etc, etc), and I want to take a nap before:
- Dealing with finally finishing business cards
- Reading the first third of a colleague’s novel and critiquing it for my writing workshop
- Creating a very very detailed plan of action for all the shopping and cooking that has to happen in the next 3 days
- Going to downtown post office to collect (and pay taxes on) belated Hanukkah gifts one of my sisters sent from the States
That all sounds reasonable, right? Right. Good. Now, let’s snuggle with some cats, now shall I?
