It started with a cat licking my forehead. Well, she started licking my fingers then moved to my forehead. In a pattern as well, marching her freakishly gritty tongue across the expanse at the top of my face like she was on an exfoliating mission or something. I sat up before she stared grooming my hair or something. Hairballs are bad enough, skinballs and my hair puked up by a cat would be too much.
I dressed, kissed my wife goodbye and went to Steak ‘n Shake. I go there most Saturday’s for breakfast. I know the help, they know me, the place is seldom busy for breakfast which I’ve always found sort of strange because the food is really good and the prices are great. Maybe it’s the help…(not really, they’re terrific to me and Elaine).
Today, one of the Grad Students that works in our office joined me. He brought his wife, and I brought a couple of motorcycle helmets for him. I’d not met his wife before, and she’s a nice lady. Like Elaine, she’s too good for her husband. I think most wives are too good for their husbands, come to that. Anyhow, I had the helmets for him as he was buying them from me. He gives me a check, and to top it off, bought by breakfast as well!
I packed up all my poetry books (save one) last night. We get to move here in the coming weeks/months (more later, I promise) and it struck me this morning what a strange thing that is. I now have enough poetry books to fill ONE Baker & Taylor box. I know plenty of people who don’t have enough BOOKS total to fill a box. I also feel oddly disconnected from them now.
The motorcycle I was riding when we had our accident in 2010 has been sitting in the garage, collecting dust (lots of it) and leaves that sneak under the fairly large gap where door meets sagging cement. And bird decorations, I think. I didn’t look that closely to be honest. Well, today the guy who went to bring it home after the accident came back today and took it with him to see if he can get it started and running. The body damage is fairly limited and could be fixed by somebody else, so I’m going to sell it when it runs. My riding days are over. So, the confluence of the helmet sales today and the bike going away on the same day were sort of strange to me.
Bike gets loaded, friends who helped thanked, hands washed, and we have some lunch. Whilst I was otherwise occupied in the morning, Elaine DVR’d a movie for me. ”The Brain Eaters” It truly is as wretched as it sounds. I loved it. In a sick sort of way, I suppose. I have a real soft spot for crappy B SciFi movies. Still, this was a C movie at best. But I watched it…so it falls into the Weird for today.
And to top the afternoon off, just before dinner, there was an ad on TV where some girl tried to video blow me into buying a pair of glasses at some retail eyeglass place with the Naughty Librarian routine. I know sex sells, but glasses? Really? *sigh*
Just sort of a strange day for me…
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