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August 18, 2005

curse of the cat people

I managed to haul my carcass out of bed, after not really sleeping, at 4:00 a.m. My sister and brother-in-law were up already, waiting for me to come down the stairs. Another dose of immodium and I felt sufficiently ready to gather up all the debris from our visits and we were on the road by 5:00. The sky was lightening in the east and the traffic was great. We made it to and through New York in two hours and that was the hard part. We were home by noon.

This time Connecticut was a kind of jumbled up, confused visit, punctuated by my coughing up khaki-green stuff from a raw throat and not having a voice, feeling feverish and overly emotional and tired and excited and sleepless all at the same time. I expect it will take me a few days to figure out what really happened, if anything.

I did drink a fair amount of whatever I felt like, generally liquor, and I ate a whole bunch of good food and some not-so-good as well. Ice cream cones at Hallmark's after dusk. Corn on the cob with real butter. Grilled chicken. Rare tuna, twice. Champagne. Good cabernet. Cookies out of the oven. Chewy, crusty bread and olive oil. Potato chips. Slices of eggplant with cheese and tomato baked on top. Grinders. McDonald's quarter pounder, no cheese.

I saw a whole bunch of somebody I didn't expect to see a whole bunch of and didn't see much of people I'd expected to spend time with, and generally that was okay as well.

I could have done without the crying, mine and that of Herself, but it wasn't like the last time I was there, when I felt like I could cry myself to death with no problem.

When we got home Jack was thrilled to see us. Spike has a problem with Herself, however, and can't decide if he wants to eat her or be her friend. We can't figure out if this is because he doesn't recognize her or if she smells like my sister's cats. He follows her around, meowing at her, and if she makes a sudden move it scares him. When she sits down he climbs around on top of her, licking her, but if she tries to pet him he bites her. It's very weird and alarming. This is making her sad and more than a little annoyed. She says he's acting like her cousin, who is four years old, "except in cat form."

I did a load of laundry, and when I put the clothes in the dryer I noticed the washer was full of seaweed and sand. Vacation's over.

Posted by JudyLa at 08:00 PM | Comments (0)