Hoy es Martes
Two nightmares between 11:00 p.m. Monday night and 6:30 a.m. Tuesday morning:
1. Crackers the insane attack cat, albeit white, and the size of my hand.
2. Family vacation to Mt. Sinai: evil spirits and demons, caves, and natural springs.
I was now ready to start my day.
My fourteenth order of the morning was changing the incorrect home address listed under my online library account. This was probably irrelevant for the general purposes of my day, but, no, I did not live in a small town outside the suburbs of Kansas City.
A cold afternoon of wild wind sent Crackers madly chasing leaves on the patio from behind the glass door, her claws clutching uselessly for traction on the nondescript linoleum.
Puck and I read together on the couch: foods from other lands. After we brushed up on the topic of inadequate food supplies in third world countries, he abruptly left the conversation, walking through the Cardboard Jungle to the kitchen. He returned with an envelope, and a banana.
After Quite Hour, Puck caught up on the Wishbone version of “The Moonstone” while I shaved his blond top down to 5/8th inch. He wanted to save the scraps, but fortunately for his mama, I managed to sweep them all up and dispose before the exciting conclusion of his friendly canine buddy’s adventures in 19th century detective epistolary literature.
Our afternoon walk ended with two handfuls of street junk for Puck: blue rubber robot pencil topper, tiny red plastic bead, two scraps of unidentifiable green plastic, a white rock, and a piece of tire rubber.
I put pork steaks in the oven for El Oso’s Wednesday dinner, thinking ahead, while Puck dug his hands into the kinetic sand. This happens about two or three times a day since Christmas. My cutting boards, pots, and pans are usually involved.
El Oso himself – first full day on the job as a manager – was meeting Alfonso Lewis and some other gentlemen at the movies after stopping by for an orange, and to drop off fresh kitty litter and a roll of electrical tape. And I stuck Puck in the tub for a relaxing SpongeBob watermelon bath before reading the Jesus Story Bible and Simon’s Cat.