truth telling

It seems like every day I report that there is nothing on my agenda. Well, today it is the truth. I didn't even do the treadmill this morning. For no good reason. I just didn't. I've taken to watching Jeopardy while I treadmill so that leaves two problematic days every week. I listen to my book usually but I just didn't want to today. Tomorrow for sure but not today.

The Seahawks play at home today. When I finally did get up this morning, the daylight was just beginning and the first two rows of the stadium parking lot were already full. But, I will say, that level of obnoxious surrounding home games turns out to be inversely proportional to the level of suction of the team. This year, they are horrible so the home games haven't been bad at all. (Bad being overly loud, drunks all over everywhere from morning til Monday and the neighborhood just trashed.)

When I first moved to Seattle, the Seahawks sucked. The running joke was that if you left two tickets on the dash of an unlocked car, when you got back to it, there would be four. BUT the stadium was also domed. And I don't remember any tailgating. So home games were nothing. Then they tore down the dome and built an open air stadium and the Seahawks had a couple of good seasons. And the shit got ugly. It's nice to have a break.

I'll be inside here with the door closed anyway. No need to go anywhere.

But I do need to go brush my teeth.

Talking Biggie

I decided that Biggie's newest bed needed lighting after all. And installed it this morning.

I was in the sewing room and he was rummaging around the wheeled cart where all the bits and pieces I use all the time lay and he found and plucked out the only thing that was his. A bee on a wire. ljtourist brought it on a stick once but it came off the stick and I stuck it there thinking I'd find another stick or another use. And I forgot about it.

Biggie and the bee played for a really long time.

Then we came back to the living room and he saw what I had done to his whale bed. He went in and gave it a WTF. He poked at it and then came out and found the bee again. Later, I was sitting in my chair and he was, once again fiddling with the light in the whale.

Then he went around the back and pounced on it. Just flattened it.

Ok I can take a hint. I Pulled out the lighting and put the bed back together. I turned around to siting back down in my chair. And, guess who had commandeered it? I laughed hard and long. I picked him up and he went to bite me so, as is now the rule, if you bite or try to bite, on the floor with you. (BTW that goes for everyone.)

So I gently put him on the floor and he promptly hopped up on the couch and curled into the whale. All his problems solved.