I miss him already

When I was about to leave work today, I got a frantic call from Dave.

"Hey, I'm kind of worried that Mr. Orange got out earlier and hasn't come back yet."

"What time did he get out?"

"About 3 p.m., when I got back from Target and was letting the dogs out."

"That's only about 3 hours. He'll be back soon. He always comes back. I'm trying to wrap things up here, but we'll look for him when I get home. Try not to worry. OK?"

The thing is, it's past 11 p.m. and there's still no sign of Mr. Orange.

Where'd you go, little buddy?



We miss you.

UPDATE: Dave was about to go to bed last night at 2:30 a.m. He decided to check the bowl of food we left on the front porch for Mr. Orange. Still no kitty. So he decided, just in case, to check the back door. Here comes Mr. Orange, casually strolling up to the door like nothing ever happened. Dave snatched him up and brought him to me in bed and then set the little orange adventurer on my belly. He was back, and I swear to Pete, he's never going outside again.

The Three Rs

Rested, Revitalized and Recharged.

I'm back in Big D after a much-needed nine-day desk sabbatical on the East Coast. Get ready for a huuuuuuuuuuuge update with a gazillion pictures and some surprises!

Missed y'all!

I don't know how they did it

Many years ago there was this thing called company loyalty. Often times people worked for the same company IN THE SAME JOB for years and years, usually until they collected a retirement pension and shot everyone the bird while saying "Siyonara, mo fos!" (I made that last part up.)

Today, this is unheard of. Acutally, many people still try to grasp for the role of up and coming pensioner in the U.S., but in the U.K. and in Canada, and I think pretty much anywhere else that has socialized medicine, employment is much more transitional. People are often on contract for a limited period, and after that's up they are left to the fates. Unemployment in the U.S. is a hugely feared condition, mostly because unemployment means no health care.

Not that I think that transitional or contract/short-term employment is a good thing, though I think more people in America would go that route in lieu of being in a stifling job if we had national healthcare.

Checking my list

Goals and aspirations mean nothing without a little friend I call motivation. I got a couple of things done this past three-day blitz of laziness, though I didn't rock my entire list.

1) Make an old pair of jeans into a jean skirt. (Made an AWESOME jean skirt out of an old pair of stretch Levis! Love this so much I think I'll take it on vacation with me!)



2) Finish knitting my socks. (Oh yes I did. Yet something else I love so much I'm thinking of taking them on vacation with me!)



3) Finish knitting my sister's fingerless mittens. (Don't hate. I didn't get this done but I made some serious progress.)

4) Expand the chicken coop's run. (Yeah, so it was 100-plus degrees outside, and well... I'm not big on sweating.)

5) Yoga, yoga, yoga. (Did some yoga. Worked mostly on my inversions.)

6) Start on another knitting project. (I started on a fingering weight pair of plain vanilla socks for Dave out of OnLine 75% wool 25% viscose yarn. Yay socks!)