North to Montana

Paul was not all too happy this morning at 4AM when I carried him outside into the 40 degree weather, en route to JAX. He and Becky headed off for the great Northwest via Delta Airlines, and when I talked to her around 9:30, Paul still didn't seem very happy. Of course, things were made worse when she missed her second flight. She kind of knew it was coming, as she only had about twenty minutes to get off one and onto the other, but she was still slightly upset when she called. And by slightly, of course, I mean very upset. As of now when I type this blog, the plane is somewhere past Denver, so she's only a couple of hours behind her intended arrival time. I can only hope that Paul is asleep right now, otherwise, the five hours worth of shut eye last night for a boy who normally takes in about ten, will probably equal a lot of agitated fellow passengers onboard. I could hear him yelling at her in the background when she called, and he's becoming very good with his word skills, but honestly, I don't know where he learned all of those expletives.

Ah, the joy of airline travel. I'm guessing she'll be in Spokane around 3PM Pacific time, but that really depends on what flights are available out of Salt Lake. Better cross my fingers that something works out, or I'll be getting another dramatic phone call very shortly.

Anyway, as you can imagine, this blog will probably be slightly boring over the next couple of weeks, with no pictures to post. As it is only me... here alone... fighting to survive, as the laundry accumulates and the refrigerator becomes barren. Two finals, two papers, and Tuesday after next, I'm out of here.

Farewell and Adieu, Chester

Oh, Chester, you flea-ridden free loader, you will be missed. Yesterday, we bid a somber farewell to Chester the Cat, as we won’t be seeing him again anytime soon. Well, unless he can swim really, really well and can hold his breath for long periods of time... only kidding, Grandma! A nice lady came by the apartment in response to my Craigslist ad, and she took away that gray, and often foul smelling, annoyance. Mostly, I will miss his incessant whining outside of our door, the shrill screams at 2AM when the other neighborhood cats came calling to beat him up and steal his free lunch, and the piles of regurgitated Wal-Mart brand cat chow he left conveniently splattered on our steps. Yes, I cannot wait to get a cat of our own someday. But the lady will take care of him. Apparently she runs a colony for abandoned felines and had room for one more. She said they would treat him right, feed him, and keep him warm in the cold months, in hopes that he would be adopted out to a nice family before long. But I must say, it was kind of weird that she came to our door wearing a white apron with a logo from Ming’s Chinese Buffet, and I didn’t quite understand why she kept calling him “Tuesday Special!”

Mmm, sweet and sour sauce makes anything taste like pork...