I had a quiet morning spent driving around getting to know the town that I’m about to leave. I’ve logged more driving time in the past two months than I have in years; and perhaps because of this I’m more aware of the slight nuances of locomoting. One thing I get a kick out of is the inch-up game. I do this while waiting in line but it works in cars too. When I’m stopped at a red light, I inch forward just a little bit even though the light shows no signs of turning green any time soon. Inevitably, the person behind me creeps up as well, and everyone behind them follows suite. I get a little ego stroke knowing that one small move on my part has affected four or five people who I may never meet.
Mr. M is still having issues with keeping his food down and I figured out that it was the antibiotics making him so sick. The vet told me to come in so he could have an antibiotic shot, so I bundled him up in a blanket and brought him in. It was a really sweet, down-homey feeling clinic; everyone was smiling and I could tell immediately that this place was run by people who really loved animals. We passed an orange tabby on the way in and the doc came right up to us and administered Mr. M’s shot as I stood there, holding him. It was over in a matter of seconds, and then she announced that Muffin was next. “Muffin!”, she called into the waiting room which was empty save a middle-aged woman and her pooch. I guessed that Muffin might’ve been the Tabby and suggested he might be outside. The vet simply stepped out and called, “Muffinnnnnnn! You’re next!”. I found it really comical that there were no humans around. I imagined Muffin walking down the road to the vet himself, some kind of key-latch-kid type of pet. Maybe he’d pick up a pack of smokes for his human on the way home.
There was a plumber working on the downstairs bathroom for the majority of the day so I set up camp in the dining room and worked on my taxes.
Later on I watched “Hush hush, Sweet Charlotte”
I’m still not sure what to make of it. It may be the most bizarre movie I’ve ever seen. It did inspire me to do a little reading up on Bette Davis though, and I now feel inspired to be glamorous 27-7. This means working out while wearing lipstick and ditching sweats for house gowns.