I Ain't Afraid of No Daleks

Well, it's going on half-past 3 in the afternoon and I'm famished, having not had a bite to eat since 8am.

I go for my brain scan on Tuesday morning, before work...being that I'm an American, I'm guessing they won't find much in there, ha-ha.
The imaging centre rang me up Friday night to do the pre-MRI survey. One of the queries was wheter I had any bullets or schrapnel in me. You know, the writer in me was tempted to say something like, "Oh, well, there was this time when I was a private investigator searching for the Empress' jewels..." or, "Yeah, once when I was with the CIA...oh wait, if I tell you about that, I'd have to kill you."

So, off home to some leftover pizza and a diet rootbeer. I'm told it's getting chilly out, but tomorrow's supposed to be warm and sunny, which is always nice, on one's day off, isn't it?

Cheers, all. Nancy G.

Heaven knows I love my cats. Heck, they're basically my only "family." (Except when sis wants something or is feeling sorry for herself and suddenly has an ephiphany to ring me up, ha-ha.)

Sure, they give me companionship and love...and the occasional headache. But also, they make me laugh, sometimes.

Yesterday afternoon, before going out, I was sitting on my bed making out my shopping list, and listening to the Kylie CD that my good friend so kindly sent along to me. This is my first experience with Kylie's music. She may be some big international pop star, but she's basically unknown in my part of the world. I certainly had never heard of her, until Dr Who's Voyage of the Damned. But, I gotta' say that I mostly really like the songs that I've heard. And...so do the cats.

I'm serious!

I was sitting up going over the list, when I put kylie on, and started wriiting away, and when I glanced up, Boots (see photo above) was lying with his head tilted all the way back, staring at the player with this utterly blissful look on his face. And this morning, he did it again!

Little Flamey, my girl cat, when I put the CD on the other day, suddenly jumped up and starting running around like mad (it was an upbeat number Kylie was singing), and then Flame went over to the CD player and stared at it in utter fascination.

As for big ol' Bonnie Prince Charlie, he pretty much snoozed through the whole thing. But...that's what Charlie does. I can vacuum him and he'd sleep through it...as a matter of fact, I have.

Well, here it is, another Saturday in Glens Falls. Whoo-hoo! Yeah, real exiciting here, on Saturdays, I can walk down to Davidson's pub and watch them turn yeast into beer, and then watch the cars go 'round the new roundababout. Who needs New York, London or Paris, ey?

Yeah, I'd hate to say that this city's a bit dull, but the recent big news stories in the local paper included a quarter page about the very first parking garage being built in the city, and a bear sighting in the nearby town of Fort Ann.

(This IS part of New York's Adirondacks, 40 million acres of mountains and forest, there's gonna' be bear and moose and deer and turkeys here. Nice to see, but no big deal.)

So tonight I'll watch Partners in Crime again, play some cribbage on the computer, write a few paragraphs in my latest DW fan fiction story, have supper and go to bed. But, that's fine. I've a roof over my head and food in the cupboard and my electricity/gas is still on, so no complaints from me, no way.

Tomorrow's Mother's Day over here. If I'd the money, I'd take a bus down to Albany and put some flowers on mum's grave. Can't afford the bus or the flowers, so I'll just look at her picture and think about her. Maybe I'll write her a poem or something. She always liked my naf' little poems.

Just kidding...he's really just seriously into bondage.