Cleaning, packing and abusing lyrics

Last night was a flurry of activty. Feed the cats, clean and refresh the water bowls, clean the litter boxes, grab dinner, pack for New Year’s Eve, all while trying to claim some quality net time. Something had to give, and I didn’t get to check up on as many diaries nor leave as many comments as I would have liked. Ah well, c’est la vie. Or is it “le vie”? It’s been nearly thirty years since my last French class, and even back then I hard a hard time keeping my noun genders straight. I can still read French (at least, at a basic level) but speaking and writing it are lost arts to me.

I heard from The Socialist briefly. He’s in the midst of attempting to help his grandfather purge the house of the accumulations of the years. The Socialist’s grandmother is in failing health, and her mental agility is not what it once was. She protests every item that gets the sack, and even goes out to the curb to retrieve discarded items. The Socialist and his grandfather have had to keep her occupied while they do their clean-up. If an item makes it out of the house successfully, his grandmother never misses it. My mother used to be the same way when Alzheimer’s began to take her, and I know it hurts The Socialist to see his grandmother this way.

Tonight I head north to the Crystal Lake Restaurant and Inn. If all goes well, I should get there with an hour to spare before dinner; it will be a four hour trip. I’m actually looking forward to the drive. I don’t often get to do long stretches. I should be early enough that I miss all the amateur night idiot antics of the less than sober. I’m looking forward to seeing the New Year in with a good friend in a nice, quiet setting.

The cats should, at the moment, be quite contented. I overfed them till all three had nice, roly-poly tummies. They’ll be starving by the time I get to them tomorrow afternoon, but it isn’t as if all three of them couldn’t live off the fat of the land for a few hours. They are such creatures of habit though; breakfast, lunch and dinner must must occur at their appointed times, even if they aren’t hungry. Reminds me of someone I see in the mirror.

And so Happy New Year to those of you who read my entries. I hope 2003 brings with it the luck you deserve, the joys you have earned, and the opportunities you have awaited. As for me, I really don’t think I’ll be making resolutions or wishes. I’m already about the luckiest person I know.

Finally, my New Year’s homage to my liver: