19.2.08

8 Lives left?

Nightcrawler gave me a huge scare tonight. I had the ironing board set up in front of the TV so it wouldn't be such a mind numbing chore. Just as I was setting the iron down, the little imp jumped up and attacked it! It looked like he actually made contact with the hot surface with not only his soft little paws but his face! I moved to push him down and pull the iron away, but as he was falling back, the iron started to fall down after him. I managed to grab the cord and stop it from falling on top of him, and this made the iron swing around splashing water all over the place. Of course, Nightcrawler had ran away and I was convinced he was burned. I was shaking and scared and I didn't know what damage had actually been done. Thankfully, he wasn't hurt at all and he didn't even seem scared. I checked every whisker and toe, and then I hugged him and reprimanded him for being heedless. I'm positive he could understand every word and that he wasn't listening one little bit. He's been his usual naughty self ever since, ignoring me as I make angry hissing noises and squirt water at him. I love my little wormy! :D

16.2.08

Mountain Climbing in St. John's

I guess I've lived here long enough to take the lack of sidewalk clearing for granted. It's a given that after every snowstorm I'll have to squeeze into my lederhosen and call over my Sherpa buddies for the journey down to Water Street to catch the bus. Which will be late. Unless I'm late. Then it will be early. I think the Sherpas call ahead to give Metrobus a heads up. Damned Sherpas.

I can't imagine how pedestrians from other cities can put up with using the sidewalks the whole year long! Where's the fun in that? Using the same boring route all the time, secure in the knowledge that, yes, there will be no surprises on the way to work in the morning. I for one, welcome the mountainous snowdrifts that replace St. John's sidewalks every winter. I not only get my exercise, I'm faced with a different challenge every day. Would it be better to crawl up the steep part of the snowdrift on all fours, or walk the extra 50 feet in the middle of the road...between the two lanes of traffic?

I suspect we must have just the one lone snowplow, piloted by a Hans Moleman-esque character sitting on phonebooks so he can see out through the windshield in order to make sure he blocks in every single driveway.

13.2.08

The Holiday of 1000 Eyes...

There is an apartment not too far from here which displays enough decorations in it's lone window to fill an entire house worth of windows. You can always count on this window to announce the impending holiday, whether it's Christmas, Valentine's Day, St. Patrick's Day, Halloween...whatever! And if there's no upcoming holiday? Cats! Lots and lots of cats. There is one stuffed kitty toy that actually gets dressed up for the holidays, with little clothes and accessories. There's always strings of colored lights, and dollar store toys, and window clings, and any other little thing that can fit in this window. I imagine the owner to be a sweet little old lady living on her own. I doubt she has any real kitties, or I'd see them in the window. Maybe if she had real kitties I'd see them dressed up in the window!

Anyway, I had an errand to run after work today (Yay! My Gocco printer arrived in the mail!), and my walk home brought me past this window. I could see the string of red lights glinting in the window up ahead, so i slowed down a bit to get a better look. There is no separation between the sidewalk and the side of the house (it being in downtown St. John's) so I couldn't stop altogether, just in case somebody caught me snooping. I could only glimpse the majesty of the Valentine's Day celebration/orgy taking place, but beyond the window covered in knickknacks, I saw a mini red Chistmasy-type tree, more red lights, more knickknacks and - get this - about 6 generations worth of stuffed dolls and toys piled on top of two couches! Eek!

Now I'm not really sure if I want to find out more about this place or not. I am sure however, that there is definite movie potential here. And that I forgot to send out my Valentine's. Dang.