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Final Caturday in January

I didn't post anything yesterday, although I did think a lot about the Challenger. I remember the day with a strange perfection, that one often thinks all memories are saved in, but they're really not (I finally reconnected with one of my best friends from high school, and she made me a scrapbook with lots of pictures from high school -- and despite the fact that I had loved those times, and those friends, I remembered almost nothing I was seeing in those pictures). But I do remember that day, almost everything about it, with some surprisingly sharp mental pictures. I remember being at work (I worked at the 7-11 on Euclid), I remember hearing the announcement on the radio, I remember my boss joking with me and how I repeated what I'd just heard. The rest of the day at work was spent watching the small television the boss took out of the back office and assisting equally silent, shocked customers.

One of my classes that day was astronomy. Of course the Challenger, and the space program, dominated the discussion.

And oddly, I don't remember much of what happened that night.

And even more strangely, other traumatic events aren't stuck as firmly in my head. Gone like vapor, like the events those pictures were taken of, back in high school.

But today is Caturday.
This is your cat on LJ:

"I like doing dishes"

The other two don't care what the newbie is up to:

I tried to catch an adorable shot of Churro playing with Bo's tail, but alas, the camera was not cooperating with me and them pussy cats is quick.

I slept very oddly last night. I woke up at one point with what appeared to be ninety cats sleeping on my feet (it was in fact only Churro, but in sleep he apparently can gain five times his own weight and size). I finally got up to go potty and when I came back, I was AWAKE. And really hot. So I lay there for a while and rolled around a bit and petted a purring cat and got up again when Bo whimpered, but he didn't want to go out. I know I finally got a little sleep, because the clock chimed 3, and then a little later chimed 5. The final crux of the situation is that I've felt a little off all day and I'm not sure if it's because of the lack of sleep or because I'm catching something (which I cannot do -- there's been a real shortage of people at work AND I'm on vacation next weekend).

I felt like cooking today. I made my own English muffins, which came out a little flat but were fun and I'll try again; and then I made cookies, which I'm assured are "awesome."

Happy Sunday. Cookies for all!



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Jan. 30th, 2011 03:33 am (UTC)
ugh i hate interupted sleep like that. Churro is still just so pretty and naturally he can change his weight.

Like we've already talked about, i found the challenger explosion one of thos moments etched hard and fast into my memory
Jan. 30th, 2011 05:20 am (UTC)
I know, it's worse than getting none at all, sometimes.

Jan. 30th, 2011 05:57 pm (UTC)
i agree. at least usually when we get none we're up doing something and at least can feel acomplished or drunk or something
Jan. 30th, 2011 03:38 am (UTC)
(it was in fact only Churro, but in sleep he apparently can gain five times his own weight and size).

How do they DO that?!? My tiny kitten can weigh 50 lbs when she decides to sleep on my chest.
Jan. 30th, 2011 05:21 am (UTC)
I believe it to be one of the Special Cat Powers, like also apparently pooing twice or three times what they ate (and still maintaining or even gaining weight).

Jan. 30th, 2011 03:43 am (UTC)
I manage about 4 hours of sleep a night these days. It sucks.

And I was at work without a radio and didn't know about the Challenger 'til hours later, when my sister called. It was very surreal, because I didn't get to see or hear anything "official" 'til I got home that night, so until then I could still almost believe it hadn't happened.
Jan. 30th, 2011 05:25 am (UTC)
Ugh. I swear, the older I get, the MORE sleep I need. I would be some kind of mutant (my 75-year-old mom stays up all night and is up with the sun; I don't know where my genes came from).

I probably wouldn't have known, if I hadn't happened to be walking under the speaker at the precise moment the announcement was made (in Tucson, it was of course three hours earlier than Florida; I was on the morning deli shift). I stopped right where the beer guy was making a delivery, and that was the joke my boss made, something about "hey, you don't get all that beer," and I remember I looked at him blankly and said, "The shuttle just blew up," and his face went serious and everyone around us stopped to listen to what the radio was saying.
Feb. 2nd, 2011 09:49 pm (UTC)
I was in the third grade when the Challenger explosion happened. It was my first year in America, and my English was still mostly non-existent, so I didn't understand a lot of what was going on. But the visuals are still etched into my memory.

Oh there can never be enough cat pictures on the internet!

Ah -- the weight-morphing gene. Yes, I think Sesame has that one, too.
Feb. 3rd, 2011 02:51 am (UTC)
I think all cats are born with the ability to make themselves weigh more than they do, especially when they're walking on sensitive areas of the human body!

*more hugs*

I hope you're keeping warm!
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