Stubborn!

I very stubbornly woke up at 2 AM and refused to go back to bed, even though I was shuffling through the apartment like a zombie and hardly knew what I was doing. A cat had barfed and I had enough sense to clean that up, but I hardly knew how to make myself a mug of Senseo and then I sat down behind the computer and kept nodding off, while the Ubercat kept trying to sit om my lap and we both kept tilting to the right.

I finally got up and made my second mug of coffee and had something to eat and now I feel a lot better as if I needed that extra bit of caffeine and that little bit of carbohydrates from the food. Before, my head was practically bouncing off the keyboard, I am now managing to keep it upright.

The Ubercat has settled himself on the desk right on top of all the MP3 players and I don’t see how he can be comfortable, but he wants to be close to me. He’s a strange critter and will sleep on top of the most uncomfortable objects, as long as they belong to you. It must be some sort of bonding he is doing. Other than that, he is the coolest cat in the neighborhood, well known for his bravery in staring down other mean cats.

I have gotten into the habit of falling asleep during the 8 o’clock news and not waking up until the Unberhund warns me that it is time for his walk. That can be anywhere between 9 and 10 o’clock. Suddenly he stands there with his face right in your face making urgent sounds that are not quite barks, but come close to it. He tramples and paces and makes sure you are aware of the whole little performance he is putting on. If he could put my shoes and jacket on for me, he would do it and he watches anxiously that I do.

I am now teaching him to listen when I say “To the right,” and “To the left.” I think he is catching on, because we can always make several choices on our walks, depending on the weather and the time of day and how long I want the walk to last. You can teach an old dog new tricks, as long as he is attached to a leash.

I didn’t do anything that was remotely exciting yesterday afternoon. i changed the bed and did laundry and hung the sheets out to dry, hoping it wouldn’t rain again. I fixed a belt that didn’t fit well in my jeans and now it does and I messed around with mu MP3 players, so that now the back light always stays on so I can see what is playing. I changed a light bulb in the bathroom and the Uberhund really helped me with that one, making sure I didn’t fall off the steps and didn’t break the glass from the fixture and that I didn’t electrocute myself. You could see the relief on his face when I was done with that. Of course, I talk him through the whole process, so he knows exactly what I am doing. He stays close to me with every chore I do and I think he is like my apprentice, picking up the tricks of the trade as he goes along. One day he will surprise me and do the ironing.

Speaking of which, I have so little to do of that now. Just some of my clothes and not even all of them when I am done laundering them. It would be a labor of love to iron my own clothes, I don’t mind doing that at all, having always ironed for other people. It’s fun doing things merely for yourself and a quite novel experience.

There are still things I can do in the apartment to make it more my own. Just little alterations and clean ups that have been waiting for me to put my hand to them. I’ve got a terrific Lou Reed poster that needs to go up somewhere, and other assorted picture and photographs that need a place, but less is more, so I must make sure I don’t overdo it. I don’t want an over abundance of stuff, I just want some things tastefully placed, but I sure as hell don’t want to be Martha Stewart. You know, all those tastefully arranged still lives, that look casual, but aren’t. That’s to artificial for me, because you can not remove one element without undoing the whole effect.

All the women’s magazines here are all about that too, all about perfection, perfect families in perfect settings in the latest trends. All those women make themselves crazy tying to recreate that feeling at home. It is all very deceptive, but those magazines sell like hotcakes, because they all make it sound as if they know what’s best for you and they are only trying to help you. I read them in waiting rooms and shudder.

Anyway. I’ve got to find a place for Lou Reed with his beautiful head. The Exfactor was supposed to have gotten a frame for me for it, but I suppose that is out of the question now. I’ll think of something. Where there is a will. there is a way.

Oh Goodness, today really is Sunday, isn’t it? It felt like it was never going to come around. For some reason it seemed like it was Thursday fro three days and then I thought it was Saturday for two other days. Surprisingly enough, I do know that it is June and that we are nearing the end if it. All you Americans get to have a 4th of July party, which I for one envy you because we don’t have anything like that in the summertime. although the French have Bastille Day.

Well, my animals are getting unruly, so I need to get busy interfering here. See what I can do to quiet the waters.

Have a lovely Sunday.

Ciao…