Flannel Shirt

I had a dream

I had a dream this morning. I was at a rock festival being held on a beach. The bands were all unknown to me. I lost my space right in front of the stage, it was an erected stand, and so I had to move to the side. I sat next to a couple. The guy was bragging that they'd been married for five years but the woman had cheating on her mind. She kept touching my leg and looking intently at me. The promoters sold hard liquor at this event. I had in my possession a model of a man buried in snow for a school project. The school resembled my high school back in New Jersey.

The first band was a roots blues band, okay. Lots of bendy notes. The second band was a large group of musicians, halfway between a funk band and a marching band. The fusion didn't seem to work. They marched through the audience.

The drinks were overpriced.

I woke up when my cat walked across my chest.

a cat's map of the bed

Joan sent me this.

Pretty close to Arabella's map of my bed, although I think the heaving spot is a little bigger.

Little puddle of warm fur imposes her will on me

As anyone who knows me can testify, here in my dotage I am an extremely energetic, goal-oriented kind of guy. I attribute all my afternoon naps to this cat insinuating her way into my armpit and demanding I keep still.

She snores too. What can a guy do?

Good girl in my music room

I was working on a new song yesterday, "Called In Sick". When I am in my music room working on things Arabella gets bored and comes in and complains. She also tends to go wandering in the wires behind things. And I worry about accidentally rolling my chair over her.

So I got a box next to my chair, put a pillow on it, and then put a towel on the pillow. Instant throne.

Everything's copacetic now.

Winter wonderland in Beaverton

Building on yesterday's blog here are some shots from my balcony of the scary white stuff that fell from the sky.

And:

While I contemplated walking around Nikeland and seeing the nutria sliding in the snow, Arabella sat patiently in front of the space heater.

By the time I got out of the shower the snow was pretty much melted, and I wasn't sure if anyone wanted to see pictures of nutria in the slush.

I managed a trip to Fred Meyer, who rules the grocery world around here, and got a mocha from the Starbucks next door to Fred's, but otherwise I did not stretch my hamstrings outdoors.

Arabella exercising

Relax

This is what Arabella and I do on Sundays. I stretch out on my comfortable brown couch and tuck a comfortable paisley pillow under my head and she joins me and watches football. Well, sometimes she doesn't watch the play-by-play too closely. And if it's a dull game sometimes I doze too.

Moammar with cat

Here is an unflattering picture of me with Arabella sleeping on my laptop, and lap. Arabella insinuates herself like this all the time. She likes my chest and armpit as places to share naps with me.

She also likes climbing into the bathtub and licking up the water, even when I remember to fill her water bowl. She didn't do it in our old place.

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By the way, some of you may be wondering, "Why the hat?" Back in 2000 I was beginning to get a little thin on top. Of course, this trend has continued. At the time I happened to be walking past a Tibetan shop on Polk Street and for some reason bought a Tibetan prayer bowl and some of these caps, which were supposed to be Tibetan hats. A guy I knew who'd actually been to Tibet told me that these hats are not what they wear in Tibet. I suggested that maybe styles had changed since the last time he was there.

In any case, my balding spot was covered up by these hats. After 9/11 I started getting dirty looks if I wore them, so they're pretty much retired from my street wear, although sometimes when it's chilly around the house I'll put one on. No political statement at all. I am not a member of al Qaeda. Just a guy with a bald spot.