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Last week three boys moved in. Two tow headed under 4-ft, and one much taller, a looker. Laura, and Wendy, your room now has a bunk bed, mini chairs, a mini poang, table and lots of toys. And, we get up very early in the morning. Little Monkey and Big Monkey are superheroes in my life, literally. Has anyone heard of Ultraman? Not only am I brushing teeth and ‘helping’ at the toilet, I am getting a basic course in comic books, characters, and which is Marvel and which is..not.
Anyway, there is really too much cute sweetness in this house now; in addition to the four fur balls it is like a explosion of CUTE.
We’ve donated to the Adam and Goodwill but I’m still staring at loads of things-that-need-to-be-dumped-or-filed-or-put-in-a-place (read attic). Maybe most of it will be cleared in time for our bbq sunday. The basement is coming along, wouldn’t you say T? He is particularly devoted and excited about the man cave that will soon be his domain.
As some friends have asked, and I’ve wondered…sharing space is actually going great, the house loves it and so do I. Now three more can call priscillaneous Home.
Happy New Year everyone! The world celebrates another birthday, becomes a year older, and it’s a time to look forward while remembering the past. Here‘s a set of photos of celebrations from all over the world, from a blog I’ve become a big fan of called the Big Picture.
As for me, I celebrated with a few friends, the New York Phil concert on in the background and as the clock ticked midnight, JLo shook her booty on Dick Clark’s NYRE, and we all stood on one foot….to begin the year on the ‘right’ foot… a Brazilian tradition re-enacted thanks to our friend from Curitiba.
The Chinese Lunar New Year is the longest chronological record in history, dating from 2600BC, when the Emperor Huang Ti introduced the first cycle of the zodiac. Like the Western calendar, The Chinese Lunar Calendar is a yearly one, with the start of the lunar year being based on the cycles of the moon. Therefore, because of this cyclical dating, the beginning of the year can fall anywhere between late January and the middle of February. This year it falls on February 12th.
The Chinese Lunar New Year is t
he longest chronological record in history, dating from 2600BC, when the Emperor Huang Ti introduced the first cycle of the zodiac. Like the Western calendar, The Chinese Lunar Calendar is a yearly one, with the start of the lunar year being based on the cycles of the moon. Therefore, because of this cyclical dating, the beginning of the year can fall anywhere between late January and the middle of February. This year it falls on February 12th.
Kitty cat energy is like nothing else. Seriously. The O’s are driving me insane.
This is them coming home three weeks ago. Since that day, Oscar went from being 4 lbs to 5.6. Olive went from 2.4 to 4. 
Priscilla is ready for winter and your visit. Drives are sealed and leaves are at long last blown down into the gulch. Your room is waiting and so are the cheesy fries at Arthurs. The O’s keep a lot of crazy going on, terrorizing toilet paper rolls, playing with feet, eating plants, and the poor red sofa is taking even more of a beating. Sometimes I think I see Simon outside.
The CE’s awesomeness has not dimmed. Do you know they are going to do a “cupping” for cn, for a cn blend? Tony mentioned “full bodied, nutty, with a bright edge”. I think for sure nutty.
And of course the family you left on Elm St will be super excited to see you too. Don’t let them force any snowman costumes on you, though you might wax nostalgic long enough to let them try.
Til then,
Yours,
PL
The untimely death of mr. thunderpaws was due to…well, let’s spare the details. Tragic news. Simo-face, we will miss your dog-like ways of comforting us, watching over the house and those in it, your squeaky voice, and belly-up cat stretches in the sun. Thanks for the gifts of live chipmunks, mice, even a snake once, and always you never had the heart to actually kill them. They always lived, and always ran back into the woods. Everyone on the street will miss your patrol, and visits.
The recent dip in temperatures has started the leaves turning their fall shades of gold. In the sunroom where I practice, my view is of the gentle landings of these golden leaves. Simon sometimes walks by, or rolls on his back sunning himself, or perches on the railings of the deck. Today, as I was loving the weather turning fall, Simon came walking by as usual… but this time he had a little present for me in his mouth. Gah! It was alive. “SI – MON! Put. That. Down !! He dropped it. It froze. Simon, poised over the creature, threatened to bite into it, but I threw open the door before it was too late, and I had to watch as Poor Chipmunk bled to death. “SI – MON! Ok, honey, why don’t you come inside? Thank you SO MUCH for the little present, I love it. You’re such a thoughtful kitty.” Stepping closer, I inspected Chipmunk for teeth marks, gashes, broken limbs. Relieved to find that there was indeed no blood or guts spilling forth, and all it suffered was a bit of shock, I urged it to run. Why do creatures freeze in place when panicked? After 5 minutes passed, Chipmunk finally unfroze and scurried away. I wanted to tell him he didn’t really blend into the leaves or the deck and not to think he was a chameleon next time death in the form of Simon stared him in the face. Because I might not be there to save him next time.
Lately, I these three questions have been constantly asked of me. Always in the particular order that I’ll give you, the questions point at and underscore what has come to exist in the past four years as a collective mind-set called: priscillaneous, or wendixi, or bebedidi, or what have you.
Question #1. Wendy’s leaving? WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO?!
I don’t know. Cry, pull my hair out, not be able to find my passport, or glasses, or car keys
Question #2. Are you going to find another roommate?
Um… that would imply that Wendy is replaceable, which I will hasten to inform you, she is not. Just as no Chicago clarinetist would be able to replace me.
Question #3. Are you going to get a dog then?
Since Simon really thinks he is a dog, poops outside and comes running when you call him, why would I want real dog who I’ll have to walk and scoop poop from?
Yes, so with the impending abandonment that I will be suffering (Saturday), please send cheese or flowers and not edible fruit in empathy. Please call me, as I will be home alone with the sound of Law and Order in the background and possibly downing a bowl of fried rice. However I must happily remind our faithful friends and readers (and stalkers) that priscillaneous has not met it’s end. As a state of mind, it really cannot die. You will continue to see and read about us, bigger and better, in the larger two state radius of Ohio and Illinois.
For those following the OPfWD, this is officially PHASE 2. Whee!!!!
Two hours on I-74 and two miles on foot brought us to our seats near turn 1 at the 2008 Indy 500. It’s true, what they claim, the thing is pure spectacle. How can it not be with 300,000 seats in the place? Most of the drama happened in the pit, what with the likes of Slash, Florence Henderson and Julianna Hough to imbue the place with celebrity status. Then of course, the lap after lap of yellow flags, and DANICA!!! getting out of her car to beat the shit out of the guy who hit her. The dude who won got almost 3million $$. I’m seriously thinking of turning in my Vandorens for a helmet and a pit crew.
A photo of Eric Bates, in the ‘unplugged’ part of the show at Northside Tavern yesterday. Loved it!
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