dglenn: Perrine (fluffy silver tabby) yawning, animated (yawn2)
posted by [personal profile] dglenn at 12:35am on 2012-05-20

Perhaps I'm easily amused, but ...

Perrine has a pretty narrow definition of "safety" at my mother's house: basically, my bedroom. If she's frightened of anything except the vacuum cleaner, that's where she wants to run to. (The vacuum, of course, she's running away from when it's being used in that room.) The thing she mostly runs away from is the dog, Pepper. And if Pepper is between her and "safety", she'll run literally under Pepper's nose to get there (making me doubt how truly frightened she is of Pepper, as opposed to just being "Ewwww, a do-o-o-og" at her).

I let Pepper out for her midnight "please don't poop in the house while we're asleep" run, and Perrine decided to explore the back porch while the door was open. Usually something else scares her back inside (like a falling leaf, for example) before Pepper returns, but a couple of times she's heard Pepper running toward the house and scooted in through the door ahead of the dog -- once by less than a foot. This time, Pepper came back much more quietly than usual (probably because she was carrying a "prize" that must've fallen out of some neighbour's garbage a few days ago -- *sigh*, dogs), and I was surprised to see Pepper appear in the kitchen before the grey-tabby-blur had sped past.

So I went into the family room to try to figure out where Perrine was, and she was slinking back in looking downright sheepish at having been caught too far from the door to zip back in ahead of the dog. (Heh, cats.)

In other pet-related trivia, Pepper startled me on Friday when she, The World's Most Disobedient Dog, asked me for permission before going through an open door. She clearly wanted to go out, because she zipped right past when I nodded at her, but since when does she stop and ask?

A little less relatedly, Friday morning I had a strange dream which included, near the end, my opening a closet door to find, in front of the closet's contents, a ghostly couple in 19th Century agricultural garb -- y'know, white and grey, translucent ghosts -- who seemed unaware of my presence ... and at their feet, four solid-looking, living-colour corgis, smiling little doggy-smiles up at me, obviously seeing me. And I said to them, "Dear God, I hope you're ghost-doggies, 'cause I don't want to think about having four more real dogs zooming around this place." (I woke up in the pocess of trying to figure out how Pepper would react to ghost-dogs.)

Completely unrelated to pet-stuff ... Mom and Sheepie and I went to the Greek Festival at St. Sophia's in DC. Nice except for being too loud; a bit crowded; enjoyed the food, of course. I was worried about the noise, since my ears had been bothering me the day before (hyperacusis leading to headache and Inability To Cope), after shopping with Mom. So as soon as we got indoors (echo central) at the festival, for the buffet, I put in my earplugs. It was still plenty uncomfortable (and the noise that made it through sensitized me enough that I had to leave them in when we went back to thhe outdoor part of the festival), but I was still fit to drive home when we left and was never driven to the point of tears by the sound, so it looks like putting in the earplugs as soon as I notice things are loud, instead of waiting until it's really bothering me, makes a big difference.

And though it took a few repetitions to register, the voice of a friend I hadn't seen in [an embarassingly long time] calling my name did make it through the earplugs, and while our conversation was brief we got to exchange email addresses and thus be back in touch, so yay!

(Another win for the day: one of the vendors there had χαλλουμι (my absolute favourite cheese, but a little hard to find sometimes)!

Speaking of people not seen in a long time ... last weekend, at the Green Man Festival, shortly before we went on stage, a child I'd never met before, who had just found out who I was, hugged me and said, "Thank you for making it possible for me to exist!" Awwwwww! I introduced his parents to each other. And I hadn't seen either of them in a very, very long time. They're still cute, and now I know that their kids are cute too.

I saw other people I hadn't seen in a while at the Green Man Festival, but no others I'd not-seen for quite that long. (It was good seeing the rest of you, too!)

I have got to get better and staying in contact with people, and seeing the ones I am in contact with.

And while I'm thinking of seeing-people-I-too-seldom-see ... I don't think I can afford to properly attend Balticon, but I'll at least be ghosting the lobby on at least a couple days of it, and might manage to buy a day-membership for one day, maybe. (Uh, looking at the rates just now, if I can afford a day-membership, Monday's the only day that's going to happen. *sigh*) I'll be there Monday for sure, and will try to be around at least one other day as well.

dglenn: Me in kilt and poofy shirt, facing away, playing acoustic guitar behind head (Default)
posted by [personal profile] dglenn at 05:24am on 2012-05-20

From the Quotation of the day mailing list, 2008-08-08:

"Gradually it was disclosed to me that the line separating good and evil passes not through states, nor between classes, nor between political parties either, but right through every human heart, and through all human hearts. This line shifts. Inside us, it oscillates with the years. Even within hearts overwhlemed by evil, one small bridgehead of good is retained; and even in the best of all hearts, there remains a small corner of evil." -- Alexandr Solzhenitsyn, Gulag Archipelago. Solzhenitsyn died on August 3, 2008.

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