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monshu had stopped off at the market to buy milk and other absolute necessities and expecting the cat to meet me. He didn't. Some minutes later, as I was walking through the upstairs hall, I heard a plaintive meowing from the lower level. He was sitting just outside the master bedroom, where the old carpet gives way to the new, and didn't move until I scooped him up.
Everything looks healthy (except the dill sprouts, which I didn't expect to make it) but none of it has taken off the way I thought it might during a week of good summer weather--plenty of rain and sunshine--in Chicago. Scooter was knackered, having spread most of the mulch (to a depth of four inches!) himself. He proudly took me on a tour of the beds himself. A plant may have been crushed here or there, but I'm hardly going to hold that against him on balance. The condo prez still has done nothing with his plot; it'll be solid catnip in a month if he doesn't do something.
Since it was too late for a nap, the Old Man and I made cocktails and sat on the porch. (I don't need to tell y'all how much he was savouring not having to go down fifteen floors for a toke.) After a while, I began to nod off, so I went inside and blasted tunes on the computer--something I missed almost as much as Internet porn. When he asked about dinner during the slog back from Midway (two changes and nearly two hours), I quickly came out with the idea of the local Thai restaurant. Even slapping together sandwiches sounded like too much work.
It was a decent travel day all told: twenty minute delay taking off, but they still took us out of the line at security and ushered us through the pre-check.monshu and I kept disbelieving that we didn't have to remove any articles of apparel and I didn't have to opt out of a scanner for once. We were through in ten minutes, giving me time to buy some water and then get into an engrossing conversation with a lovely greyhaired couple from the resort. (I'd befriended the wife hoping it would give me a crack at chatting up the hubby later, but it hadn't born fruit before we had to leave. Greek-American, ex-military, fills out a shirt nicely. Sorry, where was I?)
And now here I am, ten minutes to read the background e-mails before my first meeting. Feh.
monshu had stopped off at the market to buy milk and other absolute necessities and expecting the cat to meet me. He didn't. Some minutes later, as I was walking through the upstairs hall, I heard a plaintive meowing from the lower level. He was sitting just outside the master bedroom, where the old carpet gives way to the new, and didn't move until I scooped him up.Everything looks healthy (except the dill sprouts, which I didn't expect to make it) but none of it has taken off the way I thought it might during a week of good summer weather--plenty of rain and sunshine--in Chicago. Scooter was knackered, having spread most of the mulch (to a depth of four inches!) himself. He proudly took me on a tour of the beds himself. A plant may have been crushed here or there, but I'm hardly going to hold that against him on balance. The condo prez still has done nothing with his plot; it'll be solid catnip in a month if he doesn't do something.
Since it was too late for a nap, the Old Man and I made cocktails and sat on the porch. (I don't need to tell y'all how much he was savouring not having to go down fifteen floors for a toke.) After a while, I began to nod off, so I went inside and blasted tunes on the computer--something I missed almost as much as Internet porn. When he asked about dinner during the slog back from Midway (two changes and nearly two hours), I quickly came out with the idea of the local Thai restaurant. Even slapping together sandwiches sounded like too much work.
It was a decent travel day all told: twenty minute delay taking off, but they still took us out of the line at security and ushered us through the pre-check.
monshu and I kept disbelieving that we didn't have to remove any articles of apparel and I didn't have to opt out of a scanner for once. We were through in ten minutes, giving me time to buy some water and then get into an engrossing conversation with a lovely greyhaired couple from the resort. (I'd befriended the wife hoping it would give me a crack at chatting up the hubby later, but it hadn't born fruit before we had to leave. Greek-American, ex-military, fills out a shirt nicely. Sorry, where was I?)And now here I am, ten minutes to read the background e-mails before my first meeting. Feh.
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