Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Looking Through Windows, and At Them.

I'm on my way to Louisiana by car (truck actually.)  One of my favorite way stations is the Hampton Inn in Lexington, VA.  It is unique among Hampton Inns in that it is on an old estate, occupying the manor house and extensions built to look like they belong with it.  Add the charm of Lexington itself and you have an irresistible combination for me.  I'm ensconced in room 215, having just returned from dinner at Bistro on Main, a favorite place.  Since I am alone on this trip, I chose to sit at a counter looking out the window onto  Main Street.

As a people watcher, this was a perfect place for me.  I watched folks moving along the street for awhile, passing the Bistro, entering and leaving it, then I began to look AT the window, at the reflections of the lighted interior against the darkened street.  First there were the two young men at the bar close behind me and wo my left,  Looking at the reflections I could see their backs, see trough their backs - they were apparitions.  then I noticed two men at the bar, apparitions toasting each other with dark beer, oblivious to the vehicles passing through them as they sat in the middle of Main Street.  Then there were two women at a far table, their apparitions across the street behind a parked SUV, as if they were discussing its merits.  Another apparition was an empty table attached to the back of a Subaru parked in front of the Bistro.   Finally, me; a head in outline, a strange shadow that I could see through.

I hink I've discovered a new way of people-watching.

Trying to Figure Out Cats

Our two nutso cats are having some sort of major disagreement - sometimes.  What I mean by that is I wake up with both of them on the bed, crowded against my legs, less than a foot from each other, but as soon as the house is awake there's a lot of growling and hissing and they refuse to be in the same room.  I've heard what sounds like fights to the death, but when I arrive to separate them there are no blood trails and no wounds on either animal.  Carol thinks it's a reaction to me being away from home too often.  Since I am their primary house servant,  that could have some truth.

A little cat background:

Zorro, the tuxedo cat on the left, was so named because of the black mask.  The other possibility was Bandit, a name probably more fitting since as a kitten he would steal socks from the bedroom floor, gloves from the basket in the hall, and hand towels from the linen closet if it happened to be ajar.  We'd find them, or trip over them, in various rooms of the house.  As he's aged he doesn't do that as much, instead ferrying a couple of small stuffed toys around, which I still trip over with some regularity.  He is a strange creature.  Sudden noises will send him skittering under our bed or to the basement, even noises he's heard every day.  He will amble into a room then suddenly do a one-eighty and run to the other side of the house for no apparent reason.   He is the one who will growl and hiss in the morning after waking in a position similar to the one in the photo.

Elvis has a birth defect that causes his hips to sway side-to-side when he walks, hence the name.  When I write at my desk, he is usually asleep in my lap.  When I write on a chair or sofa, he is usually asleep in my lap.  I actually place my laptop computer on top of him, a kind of live lap desk.  I've called him my dog because he follows me around, comes when I call, farts, and has bad breath (due to a screwy digestive system also from birth.)  He will try almost any food that he sees me eat, if I let him.  He is a yogurt junkie.  If I am having yogurt, I put a small bowl down for him in the kitchen then close my office door so I can eat mine without interruption.  Unlike Zorro, he is pretty predictable, not bothered by sudden noises,  content to be among humans (except small ones - he hides), and never a thief.

Okay - enough for now.  The older I get the more I realize that cats are like women: unpredictable, complex, independent.  They are survivors.

Thursday, November 15, 2012

? and more

I don't have a title yet for this post.  Actually I don't have an idea yet for this post.  So why, you may ask, am I wasting your time and mine writing nonsense?  Because it's three am and I'm awake, always a dangerous time blogwise.

Okay so I went back to sleep instead of writing.

That was Monday early am and here it is Wednesday night, post election by a week.  Let's see - interesting haps so far: Texans want to secede; McCain demands more information about Benghazi while missing a briefing about - you guessed it - Benghazi; there's a group demanding the President be impeached; McCain calls Susan Rice incompetent (wasn't Sarah Palen his running mate?); a Florida man commits suicide after Obama is elected; an Arizona woman runs over her husband because he didn't vote against Obama (he didn't vote at all).  There's so much more that it boggles what mind I have left.  My republican friends are in morning while us democrat types rejoice.

As we approach Thanksgiving, I look around at all the things I have to be thankful for and find a huge bounty: health, family, friends, a wonderfully dysfunctional town.  What more could a guy ask for?

Somewhere between Lake Katrine and Kingston city one of my winter work gloves lies in the road.  I was helping my best bud haul some furniture he'd purchased.  The piece was too large for the bed of my ruck with the tailgate up so I left it down and lashed the piece in so it wouldn't move.  I left my gloves in the truck bed.  When we started to unload I found only one glove - they were really nice gloves -- sigh.

All the way down here and it appears I'm still babbling (musing actually) but enough for now.  Perhaps I'll make more sense in a few days, but I wouldn't count on it.