Crap!

Now that I just posted that rail on Starbucks music I have to eat a little crow. Just now, I actually got up, walked over to the barista and asked what song was playing. To my credit, it was more than partly out of a maddening frustration of having heard it before and almost knowing where, and what the song was.

It was “Breathe Me” by Sia, and I’m pretty sure was the song in the montage at the end of the final episode of Six Feet Under. I’m still standing by my last rant since we’ve been hear over two hours and there have been two songs that I’ve liked. My eardrums are now being assaulted by something that sounds like a four year old banging on the keys of a piano interspersed with a hippo in the throes of death.

Entries to follow:

*The amazing flying pita traingle
*Joe the spastic climbing partner
*Two days worth of outdoor rock climbing and camping

Dear Starbucks,

I know you think your music is ultra cool. I know you even have your own station to promote this particular brand of hip tuneage. But to put it bluntly, it sucks. The music is random, annoying, and pretentious.

Please don’t take this personally because I like almost everything else about your company even though your are a corporate megalith. This is usually something in a company that I despise, but with you….not so much. Anyway, whoever told you that remixing and rereleasing “A Jagged Little Pill” with the only remixing being zithers and a harpsichord should be let go. I mean, you should nice about it and offer a nice severance package. But, it needs to be done, and done quickly.

Thank you,
Cindigodotcom

We’re sitting at Starbucks. All the puffy chairs are taken so my mad scientist husband and I are sitting on hard wooden chairs sharing the handicapped table. We’ve checked into the Red Rock Canyon campgrounds for the next three nights. We’re going to the Red Rock Rendezvous. It’s an all weekend rock climbing event. I signed up with a friend from LA. Andy may or may not join us depending on how this round of programming goes, and how social he’s feeling. The event doesn’t start until tomorrow but we figured that the campground might be filled up, so we should get there early. We pulled in at four o’clock and amazingly got the very last spot available.

While Andy was filling out the form to register and pay I stared into the distance. I was looking at the right time in the right place to see a 40 ft. RV back into the camp host’s solar powered golf cart. It took about fifteen seconds for the whole scenario to unfold. The camp host was screaming at the top of her lungs the whole time he was backing up, “stop, stop, STOP, STOP!, STOP!!!!”. No one was hurt, and the golf cart was driven away.

To all the people that I said I was sending things to, I haven’t forgotten. The packages are packaged and quietly sitting in our garage waiting for me to take them to UPS.

“Famine” and “Death”
Originally uploaded by cindigodotcom.

The kittens have been adopted. I brought them to PetSmart at 10 am Saturday morning. I was annoyed because I had stayed up until at least three, so when my alarm went off, I seriously considered bringing them in later. I’m glad I decided to do the right thing because when I lugged them into the place, there was a couple already looking over all the cats and kittens.

They had put their family cat to sleep three weeks earlier and were looking for another cat to care for. The fell in love with both of them the minute I put them in the bigger cage. I talked to them for a while and told them about their backrounds and personalities. They adopted both of them within a half an hour of them going to the adoption center.

We are now a pet free household and intend to stay that way. Are you listening universe? No more pets showing up on our doorstep.

The kittens are going back to the adoption center tomorrow. They’re cute, we like them, but they have to go. The other night as we were going to sleep I said, “The kittens are quiet…too quiet. They’re up to something”. The next morning we woke up to an entire roll of toilet paper torn to shreds and littered ankle deep across the RV. It was funny. It was cute. But it’s time for someone else to enjoy these little bundles of fur. Cross your fingers. They’ll be at PetSmart/F.L.O.C.K all day Saturday and Sunday. If they don’t get adopted, they’ll have to come back here for another week.

Vlad the Russian is in town. He and Andy are going in halves, playing a potentially valuable “play” at Paris. They’ll be there today, tomorrow and Sunday. I have to stay here tonight since the kittens need to be transported. But tomorrow we’re all staying in Vlad’s room at Paris. I am predicting a fun time will be had by all.

The experimental living is still going well despite a small leak in the water system, the afore mentioned kittens and a few more storage spaces needing to be built. It’s still fun, and I think it’s only going to get better after the log jam of baseball research is over.

The circle of things have come….well…..full circle. I am once again slouching in a brownish, puffy chair in Starbucks. Although now I’m drinking tea and not a triple venti carmel macciado. Just three and a half short years ago I was sitting in a similar puffy chair in Detroit writing letters of love to a mysterious man named Mr. X.

Now, he’s sitting next to me at the long wooden work table, brows furrowed trying to make some calculations while drinking a venti soy chai. He looks like a punk rock mad scientist. For the record, I’m still madly in love with that guy.

It is our fourth day of non traditional living. Weighing both pros and cons, the experiment is a success so far. It’s really not hurting that our friends Troy and Heather have a house with a driveway specifically designed for RV’s. You drive right into the back yard and are hidden away by a gate and a fence. We asked if we could stay for a few days while we made the transition, but it’s so nice, we’ve all decided to extent the arrangement for a month. We have power, water and a fire pit that we haven’t taken advantage of yet.

I would have to say, the only slight annoyance of the transition has been the kittens. Yes, we still have them. We’ve taken to calling them “famine” and “death”. It’s funny, try it on your own animals….”Here, Death. C’mon Deathy, Death, Death”. For whatever reason, the cat adoption place stopped returning my phone calls. I got an email this morning saying that yes, she got my message, but could not understand my phone number. Come on lady, just say, “oops, sorry, dropped the ball”. Kittens are getting their shots and then going to the PetSmart adoptions center tomorrow….hopefully. I really do like those guys, but a litter box in the RV is a few steps over the line. Not to mention that they have started sharpening they’re claws on the couch. They do love it in there though. The whole place is like one big cat fun center. It is entertaining to watch them leap around the room.

Baseball season is coming fast. Andy like the last minute day saver that he is has switched into “ass on fire” mode and is working to finish the upgrades on the program before opening day (April 2nd). “Ass on fire” mode used to get to me. I’m the opposite. I plan things weeks and months in advance. I make lists and have ten variations in case any one of the ten worst case scenarios come to pass. I’ve learned that me “gently reminding” and “suggesting things” doesn’t really help. Andy has a time table and it’s all his. Since I’ve decided that no matter what, it’s going to be okay, and let him burn in the purifying fire of his designs, we both live in a better world. I’m not sure if you’re aware of it or not but, it takes a great amount of energy to control the whole world.

Things I like about staying in the RV.

It takes five minutes to clean everything into a pristine state. Although we have a few hooks to hang and storage containers to build before perfection.
When birds walk on the bedroom ceiling, you can hear the clack of their feet.
We don’t have a tv sucking our time and attention out of us. We thought we would miss it. We don’t.
I have the same feeling of when I was a little kid and built a fort. Time had a flexible quality and the fort was magical.
There are no house sounds (fridge, heater, air conditioner…)that you don’t really realize are annoying until you’re out of the house.
The outside is not so separate. The air inside seems more like the quality of the air outside.

I fell out of the RV yesterday. Fortunately, it was parked and not in motion in the time. I blame my slippery sandals and an awkward angle. No major damage for such a dramatic fall, just a stiff left ankle and a right sore knee. My sunglasses flew twenty feet, and I missed the side exhaust pipes by inches.

To all of my journal friends….

Please help.

Besides taking them with me or packing them away, what should I do with the fifteen pounds of graphic novels I’ve been carting around since college?

Does anyone want a really cool pair of Puma shoes size 8.5? I’m a size 9. They we’re a great deal I couldn’t pass up. Unfortunately, the comfort factor was more important that my greedy need for pretty shoes. I wore them once and can’t justify bringing them with. They are dark brown with tan puma swishes on the side.

Harry Belcastro, damn your cedar raccoon trunk….what the hell should I do with that thing?

There’s the Ogio locker bag that looks really cool, is technically functional but irritatingly cumbersome. I paid $50 bucks for that fucker. I never use my neti pot. But I just know that when I toss it, I’m suddenly going to get a sinus infection requiring irrigation. What about the first generation Roomba. It works fine but demand on Craigslist is non existent. Damn you ten years worth of power tools. Yes, you’ve served us well, but, you are heavy and worth more than what those cheap bastards are willing to pay on Craigslist. Those Ebay shiesters might pay a bit more if your cumbersome bulk didn’t make the shipping go through the roof.

Tonight is our last night in the house. The move out cleaning people are coming Monday morning and we’re signing the paperwork Monday afternoon.