I'll Take What I Can Get
I tricked the cat into licking me again--
it's the high point of my day--her tongue
is just so gloriously scratchy, so
much like a pumice stone (I'm hoping
she can wear away my calluses)--
beautiful in its versatility,
squishiness & skill--she treats me
like a popsicle--
or perhaps i'm really an albino-
flavored snow-cone perspiring my
syrupy goodness (oh
magical shrinkage) waiting for whatever
comes first: the saving grace of winter or this
charitable feline to lap me up.
The Home Visit for SMS
This weekend was quite fun-filled. It marked a point in the semi-adoptive process called the "home visit," in which instance workers come to visit the adopted child and check on the status of his/her home life. In this case, it just meant that Karen and Chris came to visit their cat. Sofi is doing very well, but her ego is becoming quite large because she knows that so many people covet her. It just makes her cuter, though.
We also did the car exchange in glorious Hamilton. It's shockingly easy to draw up "official" papers. The lady working at the BMV was really impressed with the "deal" (car borrow-age for cat care-age-- see official papers). She's got our information... I'm mildly concerned that she's going to show up at our place to chill with Sofi and borrow the car. Eh, it'd be all right, I suppose.
Other than that, we just hung out, really (in assembled groups and not)... Quite fantastic. We missed out on the Eaton Pork Festival, sadly, but all was not lost. Only a few days till Chris and Karen's adventures begin (yay! unless they are lying and this whole "Georgia" thing is a scam)...
In other news, my mom ate spinach for the first time in years the other day. Never again, I'm sure. E ran the State-to-State Half Marathon this morning (and I ran up and cooled down with him, what a slug I am)...Four more weeks till C-Bus (and Missy Chrissy's wedding!).
Peace out.
A Little Bit of Biography Because The Sound of My Voice is Often Piercing and Perhaps You're Wondering How I Am But Don't Actually Want to Speak to Me
Greetings, loyal readers of my blog (Vanessa Jean, this means you--or maybe--Vanessa Jean's mom?). I thought I might post something, and I'm taking a little break from my new "poems," so I guess I'll just ramble...
New semester. Trying to get into a routine. Writing a fair amount, attempting to read, "teaching" lots of students, having loads of weird dreams. There-- that covers all things academic.
E's been here for a little over a month and we've not killed each other. We've even endured a visit from Mr.-don't-make-me-too-comfortable-or-else-I'll-move-in Brendan Callahan (who, despite his name and reputation, was quite lovely to have around--briefly). We recapped many a Wooster story (ah college, who doesn't love tomfoolery?).
Not much else is new, really. I've had a strange desire to hear the song "Wish List" recently, and although E contributed quite a bit of Pearl Jam to the collection, we do not have this song. Sigh. Such is life, I suppose.
