Moments with Nome and Julie.
written by Julie R. Neidlinger 6 comments link this postNaomi is here to visit. Let's have a sample of how things are going:
Naomi walks into my room bearing a bag of cookies which I demanded in return for the gift Sabine had for her.
"Cat peed in my duffel," I said, forgoing the usual 'hello.'
Pause. Naomi snickers.
Cat sitting on floor. Looking at me. Devising some new devious warfare tactic no doubt involving my leather shoes.
"Sorry, that was crude." I said. It was.
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I sprayed bitter apple spray on the foam stencils that the cat insists on chewing up and ruining. He eyes my desk where he knows they are kept.
"Bring it," I said to him, both of us watching from across the room.
He jumps up. He over-casually meanders about the desk.
I explain to Nome what I did to the stencils. "Little suprise waiting for Big Boy," I said.
As Naomi talks about a recent funeral, I burst out laughing, totally inappropriate.
The cat goes in for the stencil, clamps his little mouth down, sinking his taste buds into seriously bitter apple coated foam. He jerks his little whiskered head back. He jumps down. He runs from the room.
"Ha! I'm the owner!" I yell after him. "Ha!"
Naomi just shakes her head. She wonders about moving back to Minneapolis where there is a larger pool of people in which to choose her friends from.
Cat 1, Julie 1.
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(Sitting in front of the computer. Trying to get Windows Media Player going to play a Vince Gill song.)
Pausing.
Pausing.
Pausing.
"INITIALIZE, YOU PIECE OF CRAP!" I yell, not seeing that the cursor was resting on the Keith Green song Oh Lord, You're Beautiful during this outburst.
Naomi laughs. And inwardly cries, again thinking about Minneapolis.
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We topped off the evening laughing ourselves sick watching a Bas Rutten video and of course, that great classic, "Mother's Day."
UPDATE, 1 A.M.: And then we watched The 13th Warrior, ate popcorn, and agreed that Antonio Banderas was
(At 1:08 a.m., it's hard to find the right words.)
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Perhaps a psychiatrist?
Copyright (c) Julie R. Neidlinger 8/24/2006 09:19:00 PM
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6 Comments:
Thanks for my early morning laugh, you, of course, are NUTS!!
By 
Jacqui, at
25/8/06 09:04
Cats are vengeful creatures...watch yer back!
By 
, at
25/8/06 11:49
She wonders about moving back to Minneapolis where there is a larger pool of people in which to choose her friends from.
I read this blog because of your wonderful wordsmithing skill. I can't believe you wrote that sentence. I want my money back.
By ThirstyDavid, at
28/8/06 13:58
In asking for your money back, you imply that there was some sort of flow of money in the first place.
(waiting)
(still waiting)
(yep - still waiting)
"...from which to choose her friends."
Agreed. Bad. Better?
By Julie, at
29/8/06 20:34
Much better! My confidence is restored.
Regarding the money, well, um, er... my time is worth something, isn't it? OK, never mind.
By ThirstyDavid, at
30/8/06 08:30
The restoration of your confidence is of my utmost concern.
Really.
:-)
By Julie, at
30/8/06 11:11
