Although I feel as if nothing has been accomplished (which I blame on the Resident Depression/Anxiety), there has been a lot going on.
Miss B and I went away to San Jose for an absolutely delightful evening of Messrs. Cleese and Idle.
The woman sitting immediately to my left never laughed once — did not even crack a smile — for the entirety of the evening. It is none of my business, of course, but I found it perplexing in the extreme (and even a bit distracting).
They spent the evening reminiscing on their (mainly) professional lives, which have been, shall we say, notable, and I, unlike the aforementioned woman, laughed and laughed and laughed.
We generally stop at Casa de Fruta when we cross Pacheco Pass as they have bathrooms. I was more than a bit surprised when pulling into the parking lot was made difficult by — not the enormous amount of traffic, which is the norm for the place — this:
I am the first to admit that I can be extraordinarily pedantic about, well, everything; but, what the hell??? Do people honestly think every single Native American lived like this??? Apparently, the Native Americans of the Great Plains traveled all the way to Casa de Fruta (which says it is in Hollister which it is not) to sell pumpkins just in time for Halloween.
For some reason, this offends the hell out of me.
In November, Miss B and I were off again to San Francisco to see Dylan Moran. Miss B introduced me to the hysteria that is Mr. Moran’s humor and, since she had taken me to see Cleese and Idle, I returned the favor by taking her to see Moran. Miss B found friends at the Regency Ballroom to talk to during Intermission whilst I looked about at the — I’m sorry to say — hygienically challenged trendy young people. I have had no sense of smell since chemotheraphy. I am frequently grateful for this fact.
Last June I spotted a cat outside looking rather the worse for the wear so I put some food out. On 4th July we discovered to our surprise that she had moved her kittens to be close to the steady food supply. Time passed and gradually everyone moved on, save one very sweet, very timid kitty. I continued to put food out and Outside Kitty would play with The Widget through the sliding glass door and patiently await my arrival with food each morning.
Finally, in December, I decided to trap Outside Kitty before she could go into heat. I also decided that, since I had made Outside Kitty dependent on me for food and, once we move into Fresno, said food supply would cease, she was going to stay inside. The actual trapping traumatized all three of us, Outside Kitty, Widget, and me, but into the house she came.
Three weeks later, when I took Outside Kitty ( whom I had named Catniss) to be spayed, I learned that HE would be neutered instead. He is still very sweet, very timid, and quite skittish — probably because The Widget has been less than welcoming, but he is now Aengys (Mr. B calls him His Catness, Aengys Earl Grey and they ADORE each other) and he is here to stay.
Things between the two of them have been better the last couple of days. Last night he even jumped up on the bed to sit with me.
I was seriously tickled.