Sunday afternoon

It's hot just muggy icky late June hot.  Earlier it was sunny which made the muggness even worse, now there is a storm blowing down the river,so it's kinda dark and there is a breeze.  But still its muggy...I don't mind hot but I hate muggy.  

The weekend has been good.  Friday night we went to Joe and Diane's and set out on the porch, had a couple of hits of Mexican Viagra and just generally shot the shit.  Joe is getting ready to head off for Germany for work.  I envey him his adventure.  I wish I could go....

Saturday we went to New Hampshire, to this resort which Wayne and I frequent.  It's a day in the sun, on the lawn, there is a really nice private pond for swimming.  We took the paddle boat out and floated around for a while.  It's laid back and really quite.  There are outdoor showers which I really love.  Everybody should have an outdoor shower.  I think we should make arrangements to stay there for the forth of July.  Wayne is worried about money.  The ride back included a stop at the grocery store (much cheaper there), Big K (we really did need a new phone) and then dinner at Bonanza in Sanford (we love the large salad bar).   

Today we were up early, but couldn't really get going...so it was a ride down to Old Orchard (it was very much cooler at the ocean).  Wayne indulged me by stoping at Scarborough Marsh and we walked down the path and across the bridge.  It really was too hot to go any further than we did.  

Lobsters are running about five dollars a pound and steamers abour two forty-nine.  Too high for the ambassador to buy, so we cruised through down town Old Orchard, which was kinda busy, but not really crazy busy.   

Home again, so that Wayne could go off to bed and while I was snoozing on the couch, the wooden bucket at the end of the drive got mowed over by my neighbors grandson.  No body or vehicle was hurt so no problem ..other than having to re-pot the chives...boy was that sweaty work! Tomorrow is off to work again!

FATAL ERRORS

Well,  it was a Monday!  When I got to work today my computer had a lovely blue screen with a "your computer has encountered a fatal error" message, so I re-booted (yes the computer instructed me, that a re-boot was required).  Logged into my e-mail to receive those super acheiver e-mails from Sunday.  (Question to self why do so many of my fellow workers feel compelled to do soooo much work on Sundays?) When bloop another fatal error occurs (enough already, I too would like to skip Monday).  Of course the computer room is not awake so I leave a Help message.  

My help message is responded to by a technician who is over a hundred miles away. He promptly suggests that I (49 again me) crawl under my desk to check my connections.  I haven't had my coffee yet, and I'm the only one in the office so I'm a little concerned about getting out from underneath the desk.  I expressed my concerns and the technician said I was very funny..but still sent me under the desk.  I get out from under the desk only to be instructed to performed some thing called a hard re-boot (It would have been easier to just kick the computer).

Again I open my e-mail...this time my computer made a valant effort to allow me to work by allowing the in-house accounting system to come up...but again when asked to really think decided to produce another fatal errror.   I should have just packed it in then and there and taken the day off...but no I just carried on by using a co-workers desk...good effort on my part if I do say so myself.

Trouble continues to train his humans (me).  He stayed out all night.  I got up every hour and called the cat.  Bet my neighbors love me.  About 5 AM in comes dear Trouble.  I was very happy to see him.  He ate two bowls of cat food, crawled into my arms, snuggled up against my neck and ears and purrrrred his best loving purrrrr.  Before I knew it he was dead weight in my arms and his puurrrrr had changed to heavy breathing.  Luckly Troubles overnight adventured turned out to be a non-fatal error.  Tonight Trouble is in and already curled up in his bed!!!

Trouble goes to work

Friday morning, on my way to work...about 15 minutes into the ride..I look back in the mirror because something is moving in the back of the car...What is staring back at me?  Trouble sitting on the back of the back seat, in between the two head rests just staring at me with his yellow eyes.  

Joy!! What is one to do with a cat in the car?  Why hasn't this cat howled by now?  How did he get there?  What to do now...so at the Gorham traffic circle I go all the way around (yes there were a few stares!) and head for home.  Not once does the cat move, not once does he howl..only balances there and stares at the world going by.  

When we arrive at home, I open my door get out of the car and go "here Troulble, come to mommmy".  

Trouble of course just sits on the back of the seat and says "This is not where we are suppose to be.  I thought we were going to your work for an adventure.  I'm not getting out of this car until there is the promise of an adventure."

Leaving the drivers door open  I go around to the side door open the door and reach my head in and make a mad grab for the cat, who of course being a cat dives for the hatch back end of the PT cruiser.  I leave the back door open and make a mad dash for the hatch back flip it up and snag the cat who is surprised to find the back door opens like that.

Cradling Trouble in my arms I head for the house and the front door.  Trouble knowing that he needs and escape..for what self respecting cat wants to spend the day in the house?  Snuggles under my chin and begins to purrrrr his loudest most loving purrrr.  I loosen my grip...Trouble, in two quick rabbit like bounds heads post haste back for the drivers side front door and back into the car.

I make a mad grab for the cat, who leaps over the gear shift and into the passenger side front floor.  I'm now on my belly laying across the drivers seat, passengers seat and still unable to reach the cat who is looking to see if he can get up under the dashboard. Very familiar with walking over my head in the bed, Trouble decided that was the best path to take out of this tight squeeze.

So over my head, across my back (in only two mighty leaps) over the back seat, through the trunk area and out the back hatch goes the streak of black cat...only to be found sitting underneath the bird feeder taking a quick cat bath after I disengage myself from my comfortable front seat contortions.  I close all the car doors and again head for work.  Yes I was late..

Needless to say, Trouble has not paid much attention to my car this weekend.  Tomorrow is Monday...I wonder should I pack a litter box in the car?