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today the glitterbomber is... |
2003-07-21 another crazy and busy weekend. i helped move bill (aka my boy) into his new apartment in st. catherines. it wasn�t too bad, as far as moving goes, but trudging up and down stairs with heavy boxes doesn�t make for a relaxing weekend. i showed up at his new place just before noon on friday. i�d planned on going into work for a few hours that morning, but the night before, i decided not to, though i sort of wish that i had because apparently, people were looking for me on friday. not seriously looking, but i had a few messages. oh well. if asked, i�ll just lie and say i was at the library, though i doubt anyone will ask. bill and i were both hungry, so we drove downtown to find a place to get lunch, finally deciding on an indian restaurant with pretty good food. bellies full, we went back to the apartment to paint the bedroom. the room had previously been covered in hideous gray wallpaper. bill stripped it off, discovering horrid peach paint underneath. we covered that with white. the rest of the rooms were similarly covered in ugliness, and they�ll need to be painted, too. painting didn�t take nearly as long as i�d expected, thank god, because i really don�t like it much. we spent saturday driving back and forth between hamilton and st. catherines and, yes, hauling boxes and furniture. i�m so glad bill doesn�t have a lot of furniture. his brother, kevin, came down from toronto to help us. without the help, it would have taken us much longer. bill and kevin did most of the hauling, while i swiffered the floors and scrubbed the bathroom and installed a new toilet seat. we had a fun incident where we almost launched a mattress on the highway, but everything made it safe and sound. after we unloaded everything, kevin took us on a mini-tour of the area (he lived there for a few years), and we went to a pub downtown for a late dinner. the pub wasn�t a far walk from bill�s place, and the two of us walked home, as kevin was with friends, and i didn�t want him to have to leave to drive us home. we hadn�t gotten far when i heard what i thought was a cat meowing. we stopped, listened, and heard it again. we retraced our steps and found the culprit. a very cute tortoiseshell cat had been calling us from under a minivan. we coaxed her out, and i gave her the chicken from my dinner leftovers. she gobbled it up, purring loudly. she was so friendly, rubbing against us and rolling on the sidewalk. i don�t think she was full grown, and she may have been someone�s pet at one time because i�m pretty sure she was declawed, and she didn�t object to being held. she was dirty, however, and hungry. i sort of wanted bill to adopt her, but he comes to visit me a lot on the weekends, and he�d have no one to watch her then. we left her so we could continue home, and she ran after us. we continued home like that, sometimes me carrying her, and sometimes she following us. several times, i thought we�d lose her to some curiosity in an alley, but she always came running back. bill and i weren�t really sure what we�d do with her. i think we�re both pushovers as far as cats are concerned, but adopting her might not have been the best idea. once we got home, we brought her in and gave her a bowl of water. she wandered around and seemed to be at home, going so far as attempting to eat the plants on the windowsill. as we didn�t have anything to use as a litterbox, and all the stores being closed, we had to put her outside for the night. it was heartbreaking; we could her her meowing outside for a while. the next day, i kept hoping we�d see her, but no luck. as least we left her in a quiet part of town with less traffic. sunday was devoted to doing a bit of exploring and looking for a couch and a kitchen table. no luck on the furniture front, but we did get to know the town better. bill doesn�t seem too thrilled with his new home, but i kind of like it. it has a certain charm to it, and it has a lot of potential. there also seems to be a lot of nice biking/walking trails there and in niagara falls, and i like that. i wish that i was moving there, too, so we could explore it together all the time, and not just on the weekends i visit. we had to make a final trip to hamilton to return bill�s mom�s van, which she�d lent us for moving purposes. i�d left my car for her to use, and i was not pleased to find out that someone had backed into my car on saturday. it happened, of all places, in the parking lot of the hamilton police station. the guilty party wasn�t looking where he was going, and bam! luckily, no one was hurt. my car has a large dent above the front driver�s side tire, and that door won�t open all the way, but at least i can still drive it. the guilty party lives in ohio, which will make the process somewhat easier. still, i�ve never had to go through this before, so i�m not exactly sure what to do. my insurance told me to go through him and his insurance, rather than file a claim with them. i�m pretty upset about the whole thing, and it�s one more thing i don�t need in my life right now. before i left to go home last night, we tried a restaurant on the corner of bill�s street. it was an odd place. the d�cor was dark, and it looked like it hadn�t been changed since the place opened in 1966. the food was good, and the service was friendly. the waitress told us that she could tell we�d never been there before and said, �as soon as you walk in the door, you�re family.� she urged bill to try the homemade soup. when she checked to see if he liked it, she gave him a knowing look and walked away when he said it was very good. i think our experience there was a fitting end to a very strange weekend. *** quote of the day: �you can�t build a lifestyle around bacon.� �katie, my boss |
