Another Dental Appt. Looms

Well, at least it will be over this time tomorrow. I am growing progressively more anxious as it approaches. Since Kitten from Hell gets spayed tomorrow morning as well, it’s probable that she and I will be in mutual states of medical distress simultaneously.

KfH hasn’t found any grand mischief to get into the past few days. She has discovered a small cache of wooden nickles I have. They’re tokens that are given out at a spice store I frequent – when I accumulate five of them I get five dollars off a purchase at the store. KfH has discovered where I keep them on my bureau in the bedroom, and has taken to carrying them off to different areas of the apartment. I’ve found them in the living room, the kitchen, the bathroom … I fail to see what the attraction is, but if it keeps her away from the breakables, I’m happy. I’ll even swallow my pride and forgo the $5 off if it keeps her out of major trouble.

Clueless Wonder now dashes away from me when he sees me coming. He knows that if he’s just finished eating, it must be time to clean his chin. I feel awful, because I know it hurts him when I clean the crust and debris away. He plays on my soft spot by mewing pitifully once I have him restrained. I’ve discovered that it is not easy pinning down a 14 lb 8 oz cat with one hand while scrubbing his chin with the other. Vet techs once again have my sincerest and most whole-hearted admiration.

My car goes in next Tuesday to fix the dent from where one of the animals ran into it a few weeks ago. I still haven’t heard anything final from my company’s insurance, but I am unwilling to let this go any longer. I’ll simply tell them to send the bill to the guy at my company who handles our insurance. THAT should get a quicker response.

The Professor’s big Three-Oh is on Monday. I need to get up early Saturday and get a card and a few assorted items in preparation. He sticks to me like a burr when he’s awake, and there’s no way I’d ever be able to do this once he’s up. For once I’m glad of his inability to rise before noon on weekends.

He out and out told me last night that he didn’t want any big deal made about this on the web with our mutual friends. I reminded him that his birthdate was already public knowledge, but told him that I haven’t planned anything. I’m rather hoping someone else has (for anyone out there who knows the board). His thirtieth shouldn’t slip by unnoted. I remain amazed how depressed he is about this milestone. I’ve never gotten this put out about a birthday. As I told him, having another birthday beats the alternative. He didn’t even smile.

Speaking of the message boards … I ended up promising the Professor I wouldn’t post to any message boards other than his next week. He’d never admit it outright, but he’s getting jealous of the success some boards related to ours are having. I tend to post where ever there’s activity, and the other boards have been more active during the day, so I’ve wandered off there. The Prof claims that I’m the reason for his board’s recent decline in activity. It’s not true, but I’ll stay off of the other boards next week to make him happy (i.e. shut him up).

He is, by the way, now doing the dishes almost regularly. But he won’t do dishes until I’m ready to make dinner. Our kitchen is so small that the dishes must be done before I can cook, or I have no room to maneuver. He’s discovering that I won’t even try to start cooking until the dishes are washed. He continues to make a big deal of it, sighing so loud and often that I’m thinking of putting him up for a starring role in the “Perils of Pauline”. I again reminded him that we have a dishwasher, and asked why he doesn’t use it.

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The Prof: Well, that would get the dishes out of your way, anyhow.

Me: Huh?

The Prof: Well, they wouldn’t be on the counter, all around the sink. They’d be in the dishwasher, out of your way.

Me: Well, if you turned the dishwasher “on”, then you could even put them away.

The Prof: Well, just stick them in the dishwasher next time you clear the table.

Me: Am I the only person who sees anything wrong with this scenario?

The Prof: Huh?

Me: Well, if I’m the one sticking them in the dishwasher, then I’m the one who has to rinse them all off in the sink and get them ready for the dishwasher.

The Prof: What’s the big deal? Just stick them in the dishwasher. If they don’t get clean the first time, you just wash them again.

Me: Noooo …. if they don’t get clean the first time the food just bakes on and they never get clean. They have to be rinsed first. Which means I’m setting the table, I’m clearing the table, I’m rinsing the dishes and I’m stacking them in the dishwasher. You are pushing a button.

The Prof: I can’t believe we’re arguing about the dishes again.

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Yeah. I can’t believe it either.

Dishes – the subject that never dies.