Well, I'd like
to tell you the the Yorkie
and I were up and about early and doing anything
productive or useful, but I'd be lying to you, since I finally shook off the bed around 1:20 in the afternoon, which prompted her to yawn and stretch and bound up onto the pillow next to me for a good long cuddle before we got the house opened for the day. We grabbed the newspaper and I got her fed, then I spent some time in the Office
with some clean up after leaving the room in a bit of a state last night after getting on a cleaning jag late at night. Once I got everything picked up and returned to a semblance of normalcy I got dressed and was going to go and pick up something for my lunch and maybe a coffee when I noticed that the pup was really following me around more than usual, which I tried to appease by spending a little time on the back yard with her, taking a general wander of things and hoping this would satiate her weirdly antsy behavior.
It did not
, so I offered to take her with me, but my sing-song voiced "You wanna go for a ride in the car?", spoken in the same manner I'd normally ask if she wanted to go outside - man
, that final word 'car' really
seemed to queer the deal for her, as she backed up and edged towards the bedroom when I moved towards her. I guess the 'car' has taken her to one too many Vet
visits or Groomer's
appointments for her to fully trust it. I left her chilling in the bed after I assured her that I wasn't
going to take her anywhere and that I'd be back soon. I'm not sure she fully bought it, but I had shit to do, y'know?
because I chose the wrong location even though I know
they normally take twice as along as the other locations, but I just felt silly driving across town. I won't make that same mistake again anytime soon. I hit up another drive-thru for a quick sandwich for my late lunch and headed back to the house to eat and try to squeeze in a movie before the day got away from me entirely.
wrapped up the last film in the second Fernando Di Leo
boxset, and I have to say it might be my favorite of the set. It's an Italian take on Akira Kurosawa
's High And Low
, in that a kidnapping manages to wrap up both a wealthy man and a mechanic when the rich man's son is taken, but the mechanic's son tries to help and is grabbed as well. While our hero Luc Merenda
can do little beyond wring his hands in frustration in the first half of the film as our wealthy businessman wants to barter with the crooks, he goes absolutely apeshit
in the latter half, which proved to a nice and cathartic change of pace. The movie is a lot of fun and well worth a look if you have the chance.
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I spent the late afternoon in the Office
sorting some more stuff and putting a ton of Ultraviolet
codes into the Flixster
website to likely never use, but as I've said in the past, I'd rather have the option than the annoyance of the expired code, so I wanted to go through the stacks upon stacks of stuff in the Office
to make sure that this stuff got used. Knowing that the wife wouldn't be in from her out of town trip until after 11:00 this evening, I also placed an order for late delivery of a pizza, as I figured that my late lunch would allow me to have a late dinner and leftovers for her if she wanted them after her long day of travel.
When I finally surfaced it was after 6:00 in the evening, so I made myself a cocktail and headed into the den to see what sort of Fox
animation fare was on tap, just as a storm was blowing through the area, filled with thunder, a decent rain shower and pea sized hail.
While the sun was still out.
It was kinda freaky, to be honest.
was understandably freaked out and spent most of the night in a sort of antsy state, due to the last few little rumbles of thunder rolling through and reminding her it might start raining again.
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The evening was spent with the normal animation, saving the other HBO
stuff for later in the week with the wife, then I was into the last few episodes of The Ricky Gervais Show
season two when the pizza finally turned up, only 45 minutes later than I's set the delivery time for, so I'm sort of glad the wife is coming in as late as she is, y'know? The Pizza Guy
had the charm of a pile of rumpled laundry and mistook my reaching for a couple dollars that I'd set aside on a side table for me reaching for my own pen, which I found puzzling, but I got the pizza away from him and signed the receipt while the Yorkie
growled at him and he commented on her attitude making up for her size. I said yeah, she's great, trying to get this asshole out of my doorway before ALL
the mosquitos came inside and then he says thanks and goodbye, commenting to the Yorkie
that he had a big black poodle who could make her life 'a nightmare', whatever the fuck that
means, so I cocked an eyebrow at him and said yeah, great, thanks - be careful out there and shut the door in his face before he actually pissed me off.
I doubt I'd feel comfortable ordering from this place again if I slipped up and told this guy that I'd calmly stomp the guts out of both his fucking stupid poodle and
his fat ass if he ever said anything like that to my dog again, so I'm glad I hadn't had another drink at that point. I seriously have no idea what that even means
- make her life a nightmare? Is his dog somehow as fucking annoying as he is? Weird.
I ate my dinner and got word from the wife that she'd boarded her American Airlines
flight, then had gotten off the plane after they'd announced some sort of pressurization issue, and then got word that immediately after she'd left the plane that the entire electrical system
had zonked out, so that wasn't sounding good. We hung up hoping for the best and leaving her to charge her rapidly dying phone. I have to say once again what an absolutely dogshit
airline this tends to be, as the last few times we've flown with them the plane has been falling the fuck apart and caused hours and hours worth of delays, yet I swear to God
I've seen their bogus signs in the airports saying they're adding a new plane a week. I have no idea
what hubs these phantom planes fly out of, as I've yet to set foot on one that doesn't feel just a step above a cattle car from Schindler's List
, in both atmosphere and general appearance.
Close to 11:00 I finally called it a night and shut down the front of the house for the night, moving into the Office
to listen to some music while going through a few more stacks of books and scanning things into the Good Reads
app, which will be handy since I've been picking up a ton of graphic novels the past few months and I'm growing wary of duplicating anything.
The wife finally texted saying that she was waiting on luggage close to 11:45, which was a relief that she had arrived safe and sound, then she eventually turned up about 20 minutes later and we visited for a bit and took some time to snuggle with the Yorkie
before finally putting the two of them to bed, with promises of a full report on her trip in the AM
I headed to the Office
to finish writing this post and call it a night, which ended up eating up a bit more time than I'd planned, especially since I've been sleeping so late and not feeling as tired until much later in the evening/early morning.
Be seeing you.