What to do with a Saturday?

“What is that?”, you ask? It’s evidence that I slept diagonally last night. In the middle of our California king-sized bed. It’s a very big bed for one person. David is away on a camping trip with his brother. The kind of camping trip “where you don’t bring cheese knives.” As if there is such a thing. And little does he know, but he actually did bring cheese knifes!

He packed this very, very flat and very, very narrow “pad” for his bed. This is very, very confusing to me as we have a perfectly good queen-sized air mattress just for camping sitting in the garage. On this very, very, flat and very, very narrow mat he is putting a polyester sleeping bad. Again, confused. We have a perfectly good featherbed and high count cotton sheets in the garage, again just for camping. And with the sheets and feather bed, is a down comforter. Why would one skip comfort, and cheese knives, for man made materials and misery? On purpose.

I’ll bet they didn’t have martinis and cheese before supper around the camfire either. Granted if what I saw was correct, they are going to have a super-sized can of off-brand chili for supper. When they could have homemade french onion soup and a salad of greens, nicoise olives, and blue cheese with a champagne vinagrette. Who camps that way? Heathens.

“What is that?”, you ask? This is the bitchy kitty who is, apparently, pissed with me because David is gone. The same David she ignores and mocks behind his back. Two years ago when he was doing the Japan trip thing for a couple of weeks every couple of weeks she was thrilled. A bed the size of ours, while a little big for one person, is perfect for one person and one eight pound cat. Now she must have decided he is intergal to the sleeping experience and as far as she is concerned I must have left him for dead in a ditch somewhere and thus she isn’t speaking to me. Bitch kitty.

She is such a bitch that she actually waited for me to get up this morning and as soon as I was done showering and such, she jumped onto the bed and that’s where she has been all day. I am not above bribery and so later this afternoon I shall venture to the market for some squirty stuff - canned whipping cream - and see I can lure her back into my good graces. If I can’t, there is a perfectly sweet kitty who lives next door, but they cruelly make live outside, who I am sure would love to be my new kitty.

“What is that?”, you ask? It’s love. Pure and unadulterated lust. Or, you know, Noro Silk Garden. 12 skeins. I had to take a moment for myself when I opened the box. Bless the beautiful souls at Studio Knit in Mill Valley. Soon all this bliss will be Zia and I didn’t have to drive across a single bridge! Not to mention the fact that both times I’ve driven to the store I’ve gotten totally and completely lost. No bridges and not getting lost are two things on my Saturday To Do list!

And now I must do the unthinkable and work on a goregous Saturday afternoon. Well someone has to write the code so I can pull the “coming soon” off the image. Code just doesn’t right it’s self you know. Oh, how I wish it did though. I love the “graphic designer” part of my title. And I’m pretty sure that’s the beginning and end of my title, come to think of it. Hrmm. Maybe I should change it? And give myself a raise. I’ll have to think about that. For now, however, bless the wireless network and laptop that allows me to sit in the shade of my garden and work. With wine. And maybe some cheese. Or a cupcake. And if it’s a cupcake that’d be diet coke and rum. Decisions. Decisions.