Heather was attacked at 5am this morning, the perpetrator is lying in a sunbeam behind me, caged like the animal she is.
Maggie…
All of the Amy’s Parents’ House animals drool. Maggie apparently came rushing into Heather’s room at about five in the morning, and tracked Heather in the pre-dawn light, and leapt. I slept through her cries of “not the face! Not the FACE!!!” and “NO STRANGER DESERVES THIS MUCH LOVE!!!!”
Now, Heather often sleeps in these tiny little tank tops, which means that a WHOLE lot of skin was available for Maggie’s frantic perusal. And I believe all of it was … used.
This morning, Heather smells of dog.
And then there’s Shadow. Shadow wouldn’t come in last night (not Shakespeare, my suspicions about Shakespeare were correct) but this morning will stop at nothing for Love. Apparently Amy’s mom (who’s been up visiting Amy) are their primary source of Love, and they have been starved for about 48 hours. Now, to a cat, with a brain the size of a walnut, this is a veritable eternity – and though perhaps fiercely loyal in the presence of their owner – after the first hour or so of absence, I find that most animals begin to seriously doubt that their Human will ever re-appear.
Hence, when we arrive… well, the mammals seem willing to take what they can get.
Anywho – the sun is intensely bright outside, Heather’s still snoozing in her doggie stench upstairs, and I’m in the kitchen, listening to the cats wish I was feeding them, and listening to the dog wish I was playing with her, and listening to the refrigerator dream its refrigerator dreams, which involve an occassional hissing clunk.
I have NO idea what THAT’s all about.
Sigh. I hope my parents don’t think it’s a major failing that I never really learned how to make a bed. I mean, I went to my grandparents’, and Grandma would INSIST – but even then, I think my brother and I sort of competed to see who could make the most “realistic” looking “made bed” without actually fully, completely making it.
So here I am, not quite sure what to do with all of the pillows, and “turning down” the bed… and… how to make it all even? You pull one side, and the other side gets too short… oh my GOD – but I’m in a house that’s TOO perfect not to make the attempt… and Heather finally pities me and takes over.
Sigh. And I’m back to the kitchen with Maggie. She’s back in her crate. While she was out she had interest in only three things. Licking Heather, licking my feet, and peeing.
Ah, to be a dog. Now my socks are all slippery. Yuck.
Spent a lot of the day wandering Fredericksburg – got some good musical advice from a really fantastic music shop – Picker’s Supply – a guy gave us lots of contact information for the area, and – again, I’m just amazed by the music in small towns like this. We wandered antique shops and admired the menus of local delis. I can’t believe the weather – and I can’t believe the sleet comes tomorrow night.
My friend, Sandy, who we were planning to stay with tonight… well, her plans have changed and she won’t be around, so we’re left kind of begging accomadations for the night – though frankly, with how the weather sounds for tomorrow, we’re thinking of just heading back up tonight.
In the meantime, for the moment we’re in the top ten at mp3.washingtonpost.com. I figure at the beginning of next week, we’ll upload some stuff that’ll go on to Myxomatosis Took Its Toll, advertise that, and give you a REAL treat. For the moment though, I’m just happy that everyone’s been so helpful. La.
So, anywho, we’re sitting a Starbuck’s coffee place, abusing the wireless T-mobile hotspot thingie. Not sure what I think about it yet – I’ve been spoiled by places where it’s free, and this is effectively like long-distance, at .10c a minute. It’s worth it for the moment, as we kill time before playing Potter’s Pub tonight… but… I don’t know. I wouldn’t have signed up except there was a 24 hours free promotional with it….
Also, can’t find my camera cable, so pictures will come later.
Quick notes before uploading?
Brambleberry Tea is kind of gross, but “Reincarnation Tea” is a good name…
Incredible lentil soup… incredible sandwich, from the Olde Towne Wine & Cheese Deli in Fredericksburg… oh GOD.
Beautiful day, beautiful woman. Heather bent me sideways for a kiss in the car, and I have a renewed hatred of seatbelts.
We sooo rock. (Just you know, in general)
Later, we find ourself at Potter’s Pub, with the smell of fried foods and Cloves in the air. My head is beginning to hurt from the dim light and lengthy moments of … nothing. Sitting at an open mic, listening to tuning and the whine of cell phones that haven’t been shut off.
For a place that was completely dead at 9pm, at 11pm, we find a formidable audience forming, though since nothing’s been ordered but water and some nachos, I don’t know HOW this place makes money. Not really my concern, I suppose. I’m more worried about how WE’LL make money.
Got a nice email today from someone who saw us at Orbits last night. Someone who’d gone to the website, who’d been really inspired by what he saw there, and he sort of reminded me that perhaps we’re away from our original mission, stuggling just to survive for the moment.
The weather’s been colder, and my hands are clumsier. I have string cuts all overmy right hand, which reopen every time I further abuse the tools of my trade.
It’s got the potential for being a really, really long night.
