The journal is updated with a bleak and flavorless entry. However, there is a funny picture of me in it and a sexy one of my cat.

Note: I wrote those other two entries this morning but because of some technical difficulties didn't get to post them until this evening. I wasn't actually planning my day at 7pm tonight.

I had a productive day. Went through a bunch of boxes in the attic, separating out things that Maria can use in her new apartment. Mostly kitchen stuff. Yay!

Weekend update...

Yesterday I hooked up with an old friend, Patt. We used to work together when I was temping at a big engineering company. She still works there, but on the side she practices massage therapy (she is a licensced massage therapist). I went by her salon for a massage yesterday afternoon. It was heaven. She has a little room just lit by candles, with a massage table and soothing music. I had a deep-tissue massage with heated vanilla-mint oil. Today I feel better than I have in weeks.

Afterwards we went down to the river in Wethersfield to let her dogs run in the snow and mud for awhile. She has two big dogs, one black and one white, both named Tyson. She's had the black one since puppyhood, and she named him Tyson because he bit her on the ear once when he was just a little pup. Then, awhile later, one of the stylists at the salon was moving away and needed someone to adopt his dog, Tyson (the white one). And why's his name Tyson? Because he bit someone on the ear when he was a pup... So now Patt has both of them: Black Ty and White Ty. She said she's tried to change White Ty's name, but it just doesn't seem to work. Anyway, they run and play along the river like two brothers. And the only ears they're biting these days are each other's.

We ended up at J. Gilbert's, a steakhouse in Glastonbury. We had a decadent, long dinner there and the entire thing was incredibly good. We both had cream-of-mushroom soup, Roma tomato salad, steak, and chocolate souffle. And we got to catch up for hours, which was the best part of all.

Today I am planning to stay home by the fire. Write some letters, clean the house a little, maybe work on a CD or two. We had freezing rain much of the night, and there's a lot of ice on the ground outside. But it seems to be warming up out there now, because the icicles outside my window here are melting fast, dripping like crazy. For more on the weather, check out this storm they had in Michigan last night. I love this girl's writing, I just can't help myself.

The intricacies of Newfoundland social etiquette, courtesy of Steve.

Well. I am spending this Friday night eating green apple Jelly Bellys and listening to music. And surfing the web. Boring? Maybe. But at least I didn't go to bed at 10:00 like Marty did!

I recently started reading Renee's journal Notes to Myself and I like it very much.

I still don't have much to say, I'm afraid. But not to worry, I'm still alive. And I'm glad it's the weekend. Very glad!

Call me taciturn.

I just don't have much to say right now. I'm sure I'll be back to my blathering ways soon enough. In the meantime, I have been updating my music log a little. Check it out.

Is it summer yet? I miss the Grange Fair!

Oooooooh, Laura has updated her page's look and I love it! The pictures are so cool!

Happy Valentine's day! It is one of my favorite holidays for the reasons I talked about last year.

I had a great weekend in Massachussetts. It was very, very cold, but sunny and gorgeous to look at. I took some pictures, which I had hoped to get online by now. Maybe by the end of this week.

Now I am running late in getting ready for work, so I will cut this short and just say have a wonderful day!

My journal is updated.

This weekend I am heading up to Belmont, Massachussetts, to visit a friend. We are going to talk, giggle, and watch Buffy tapes. Maybe go shopping for valentine's treats. And we're going to a choral concert on Sunday. I'm ready for a little break from snow-covered Connecticut. Snow-covered Massachussetts should be so much better! Hee hee.

The Cat Cabinet not only looks like an amazing museum, it also has an extremely cool site. Wow! Thanks, Alicia, for the link!

This is Kogepan.

He is a character from San-X, a Japanese stationery company. If you can't tell what he is, don't feel bad. It's not intuitive.

He is a piece of bread that got a little burned. I think it makes him cranky (he always seems a little out of sorts). Also, he says things like, "Wouldn't you like to eat me?"

People keep coming to my page by searching on Google for things like Kogepan pictures. So I thought I should at least give 'em something to look at.

It is snowing here today, and the flakes are huge as scraps of kleenex. They are coming down thick and fast. I keep regretting having worn dress shoes to work; in these flats I will be practically barefoot in the snow by the time I leave today. I didn't even realize we were getting any snow today, and now it turns out it's something of a small blizzard. Clueless much?

It is a very quiet Monday, since many people have apparently stayed home with their kids (all the schools are closed today, I hear). It is lunchtime and there's nothing I want to eat in the cafeteria, but who wants to go out in this kind of weather? Hm.

Helloooooooo... Do I know you?

Sunday around here is usually a day for chores. Laundry, dishes, dusting, clearing up clutter, all the most boring things to do. You would think Sunday would feel like a day of drudgery.

But today it's something of a festive atmosphere. We have a fire in the fireplace. And Ziggy has new dishes to eat out of, and they are made of painted Italian pottery. I found them on sale last week at HomeGoods, one of my favorite stores for housewares and furnishings.

Also there is good news from the web today. Sweet Maria has started up her web page again: Kiss the Rain. Am I glad? Oh, yes. I am.

The dinner party last night was lots of fun. My mood improved considerably in the company of a bunch of people I don't work with. Also the delicious Indian food did its part to brighten my spirits. However, I don't think anyone had as much fun eating as Ziggy:

Why Am I in Such a Bad Mood? I only wish I knew.

Seriously, I am in a pissy mood today and I'm not even sure why. (I don't think I can blame it on teenage hormones.) Everything is grating on my nerves. So I took the opportunity to go to the grocery store. May as well get it over with when I'm already in a state.

Tonight I am going to a dinner party, if you can believe it. Luckily for Marty, he has other plans...

Changes are afoot at Blogger...

Breakfast Update: I am so in love with chocolate milk right now.

I realized recently that I could drink it for calcium rather than regular milk (which I really do not enjoy drinking at all). So most days when I get to work I have an 8-ounce carton of the stuff. Up until now I've gotten most of my calcium from cheese, calcium-added orange juice, and cereal with 1% milk (which I can eat on cereal, but can't stand to drink).*

So this morning I am having chocolate milk, a blueberry muffin, and a tiny banana. Even more than chocolate milk, I love itty bitty bananas. Not those mini ones, but just very small regular bananas. Yum!

It always makes me laugh when people are snooty about journals where people write about what they had for breakfast, because I am fascinated by what other people have for breakfast. I love it. I wish every online journaler would write an entry on What I Like Best for Breakfast, and Why. I've already done mine.

* My aversion to drinking straight milk comes from attending grammar school in England. First of all, the milk we drank was pasteurized but not homogonized. That meant the cream wasn't blended back into the milk, so it all rose up to the top of the bottle. So you'd have a half-inch layer of thick cream on top of very thin milk. Like any good American mom, my mom always bought homogenized milk ("red top" milk, named for the red foil top on the bottle), so I never had to drink the nasty pasteurized milk at home.

At school it was a different story. Around 10:00 in the morning, someone from the cafeteria would bring a crate of little milk bottles into the classroom and leave them at the front for our milk break. Sometimes we'd stop right away, when the milk was still kind of cool (I'm not sure it was actually refrigerated), but sometimes we'd keep working for awhile and not get to the milk until it was starting to get a little warm. To drink the milk they gave us these little tiny straws to stick through the silver foil lids.

Those little 8-oz bottles of milk seemed like half-gallons to me. There is really nothing more disgusting than lukewarm milk with thick blobs of cream that get stuck in your little kiddie-size straw. Then when you finally manage to choke it down, you get all phlegmy and milk-breathed. I would usually try to stick my straw back as far in my mouth as possible without gagging myself so that I could drink the stuff without tasting it. Even so, I hardly ever managed to finish it. Everyone else slurped it down without a problem. Sometimes the teacher would save my bottle and try to make me drink it in the afternoon. Can you imagine? After it sat in a classroom for 4 hours?

So I am pretty pleased with myself for being able to drink milk of any description.

Happy Birthday, Raspberry World!

Today this site is three years old! I would like to thank all of you who visit for your interest and comments over the last three years. I am especially grateful for you folks who have been here since the beginning. It means a lot to have friends who stay interested no matter how silly I get or how infrequently I update!

Thank you!