The move is horrible and hot-I smell bad, and I packed away my belt, so now my pants keep almost falling down at inopportune moments such as when I am carrying a very heavy microwave down the stairs. My brother is helping us move today-he is out from the bible belt-and sometimes, the way he laughs and points where something should go in the truck makes me want to hit him.
Kitty Kitty came very near death today when I moved the cat tree/cat cave that SHE HAS NEVER USED the entire year that we have lived here. Mostly, it has served as a plant stand. When I picked it up, it’s was heaiver then I remembered, I complained about it all the way out the door. Downstairs, My brother yelled “Throw it over the Balcony! Throw it over the Balcony!” I was like “I don’t know Moo, it seems kind of heavy!” But none the less, I lugged it over the balcony banister and was getting ready to drop it, with a low and desperate yowl made me pause I turned the Cat Tree around and there was kitty kitty, cowering in the cat cave, dangling twenty feet from the ground. I pulled her back over, and she seems kind of traumatized. All day my brother has been singing “Kitty Bang Bang” to me and a version of MIA’s paper plane like “All I wanna do is bang bang Kitty Kitty”. LIke all the way to the dump, and when we were underloading the matresses.
i feel pretty bad about it.
Another McGill friend is out in the state for a visit and didn’t call. Dude-What is it with Canadians? Monica says she got used to it long ago when we lived in Canada. It’s kind of like me visiting LaSalle and not calling anyone I know in Montreal. Whatevah.
