Sunday, June 19, 2005

Break

Inland is on summer vacation.

posted by Price of Silence @ 11:55 AM 2 comments

Wednesday, June 01, 2005

Big dreams

Read this article about what Bill Clinton wants to do next.

UN?

Just imagine: Hillary as US President and Bill as UN Secretary General.

The right would freak out. It would be so amusing.

posted by Price of Silence @ 10:21 PM 2 comments

Peeling off

Tonight I did something I haven't done for a long time--ride the bus from Boulder to Broomfield late at night. I'd forgotten how lonely the Broomfield park and ride can be at night. It sits at the top of a hill, and during the day it's windswept and has a commanding view of the entire Front Range. But at night, with no one there except me and a light in the shelter, I felt so separate from the world, as if I'd somehow found my way to a parallel dimension.

Usually I find public transportation invigorating, when there are lots of people coming and going and crowding into the seat and hanging from the straps. But out in the suburbs, it's depressing. And I felt even more depressed when I got to my neighborhood and was reminded how dull suburbia can be. At least where I lived in Kansas City, there were big lawns and 100-foot trees. I'm not really a fan of huge lots--I prefer rowhouses, to be honest--but something about my neighborhood in the dark made it seem so crowded and lifeless. It doesn't have much character.

I talked to my neighbor for a while before going in the house. I told him Todd wanted to buy a motorcycle, and he said he had a motorcycle that Todd might like, a Kawasaki Ninja 250, but he needed to fix it.

posted by Price of Silence @ 10:07 PM 0 comments

My cat turns me on

When I'm copyediting or writing, Rufus often wants to be on my lap. He likes to curl up and rest his head on the keyboard. I'm sure the cat hairs will lengthen its useful life.

When I pet him, he starts "kneading" (thankfully, he has no front claws, or I'd have bloody legs), stretching out one paw and then the other. I make him keep his paws under the keyboard, so usually his paw is stroking the inside of my knee.

I have to admit, I like the feeling. It's sensual. (Todd, are you paying attention?)

posted by Price of Silence @ 10:47 AM 0 comments

Exit spouse, enter Mr. Clean

I will be out of town for the next two weekends, the first one to do some restoration work at Arapaho National Wildlife Refuge, and the second to attend my nephew's graduation from college.

Todd is already celebrating how clean the house will be when I'm gone. He says it's messier when I'm here.

I point out to him that I'm the one who picks everything up. That when he walks in the door, he dumps what he's carrying on the table or the floor, usually right where I need to walk. I'm also the one who cleans the house. So I don't really follow his logic.

But he is celebrating having the house to himself for two weekends in a row.

I don't blame him. When he goes out of town, I get a big kick out of hanging one towel on the towel rack. It feels like my house then.

posted by Price of Silence @ 10:38 AM 2 comments