Saturday Stuff

Ms. Pukesalot, the Assistant

So I'm sitting here with my legs stretched over the side of the desk and a purring cat in my lap... tail smacking me in the chest, and paw occasionally reaching out to hit the "Alt" button. Thankfully, the "Alt" button doesn't do much all by itself. Of course, who knows what key I could be striking when that paw streeetches out, so be I'll unhappy if I lose everything I type.

However, I doubt she'll be here long enough for me to type much that I’ll regret losing. She usually doesn't tolerate me typing over her... though, I am rather uncomfortably twisted around with my arm and hand lifted up OVER her body and Alt-aimed paw, so I don't seem to be inconveniencing her TOO badly. Plus, I've deserted her for much of the day, so she'll probly tolerate more than usual.

*ouch*

The Anti-Social Objective: Friday Night

So I've had mixed results in attempting to be anti-social this weekend. Seems life just goes on, whether I wanna step off for a day or two or not. *grin*

First I got calls from Bus Snob and IHOP Buddy last night. Bus Snob and I usually talk or chat every day, and she’d noticed my absence from IM all day, and wanted to make sure I was okay. She was gracious enough to accept my anti-socialicity, and we agreed to catch up later.

IHOP Buddy, however, was needin some help with ‘puter stuff, so I talked her through activating her Windows firewall, downloading new virus protection software, and setting up her Automatic Windows Update. She’s had as many run-ins with ‘puter viruses, adware, etc. as I have, and is also as sufficiently paranoid over the whole business as I. She knows I’ve armed my ‘puter to the teeth, and I can’t blame her for wantin to know how to do so, herself. We had to cut off the call while her ‘puter was downloading updates, though, so I’ll have to check back with her to make sure it’s all set up correctly.

Funny side note: Evidently IHOP Hubby took exception to being labeled an “invalid” in my Sept. 22nd Photo-of-the-Week post. He has since refused any kind of help from anybody as much as he can manage, just so he can’t be called an “invalid”. *snicker* Men are so cute sometimes.

Amway, then my shows were on… and I missed the first one (I thought it came on at 8 rather than 7… doh!) So I had to call Mom and she took the hour until Medical Investigation came on at 9 to explain what happened on Joan.

The Anti-Social Objective: Saturday

Today was going well all by myself, but then I ran into Mom and Pop at Wal-Mart, and I was invited to come watch Cat Ballou with them tonight. Since I needed to take mom my dig cam anyway so she could take some pics for her Interior Design homework… plus I’d get fed for free, I figured “What they hey”. Cute movie, by the way.

And then I came home to a couple of messages from Bus Snob and Radish. Both were just kinda sayin “Hi”, so I think I’ll give em a ring tomorrow. I have a LOT of laundry to do, and phone convos are great for passin the time away. :)

A Good Day

All in all, though, today was a good day. I got a lot of stuff done this morning, and the feeling of accomplishment is always therapeutic. My consciousness was in such a state that I soaked in the simple pleasures I normally hardly notice or take for granted... the peaceful brightness of the mid-morning sun in my living room... the just-right combination of perfectly ripe grapes and perfectly green banana with chunks of cheese and Pizza-Hut-Creamy-Italian-Dressing-drenched cucumber slices for lunch... the affectionate companionship of a li'l furry feline. It was a very calming sensation, and a wonderful opportunity to regain my equilibrium.

Shopping is also always thoroughly therapeutic. I only intended to buy a few things at Wal-Mart but, as is frequently easy to do there, I got side-tracked. Primarily on lookin for a new purse (I'm afraid I inherited my mother's Eternal-Quest-For-the-Perfect-Purse gene) and finding some more handy bags, sacks and satchels for my trip to San Diego. Including a new fanny pack since mine is old and ripped up, a backpack on rollers with fifty million pockets (including a spot for a bottle of water) for the plane ride, a few new convenient packs for my 3 cameras, and a camcorder bag that will hold all of the cameras in their packs. *grin* I'm nothing if not throrough in my quest for convenience.

Of course, the best part of shopping is taking one's new toys home to play with them. I happily spent at least an hour or two when I got home, packing and rearranging my new purse, bags, sacks and satchels.

The Things One Sees at Wal-Mart

I can spend SO much money at Wal-Mart. *sigh* And one never knows when one will see the damnedest things there. As I drove into the parking lot, there rumbled at least 30 or 40 bikes (I'm thinkin they were Harley's by the sound of em), complete with riders in full biker regalia, makin their way OUT of the parking lot to the street by twos. It was a rather unusual sight for a Wal-Mart parking lot, and lots of folks just stood there watching. Yeah, we don't get too much excitement around here.

So that's about it for my last few days since my last post. I have one more item to discuss, but I think I'll give it it's own post, as this one's gettin a bit long.