derien | up so late (Reply)

Teena's plane was late, and then there was this other guy who we hadn't expected who was also there to meet her. I think he did it as a surprise - I think he's crushed on her. I felt sorry for him, but also neither June nor I is very outgoing. Okay, we're both deathly shy - the only reason we ever talked to each other at all is because Teena isn't shy. But after having to deal with people all day I think we can barely even stand to talk to each other, even though we like each other. (And, even though, for me, when I'm talking with June that feels like just exactly what I'm supposed to be doing.)

So, we were anti-social to this kid. He asked if we were meeting Teena, too, and we said "yeah," and walked away to sit at the snack bar. But, later, I insisted he come with us in the car and gave him a ride to his place first, before going to June's. It seemed pretty hard-hearted to tell him to take the bus after he waited all that time. I don't even know if there was another bus. Then, my car is not very big and Teena had two huge bags as well as her two carry-ons. We barely managed to stuff all of us and all of that in. Not that I hold her to blame for having stuff (she appologized all over the place, totally without reason). She's moving here to stay for who knows how long, of course she should have some luggage. I should have anticipated that and taken the damed insulation out of my car. Why the heck I'm driving around with a huge roll of fiberglass insualtion when it's been three years since I had a house... I don't know. (

rowantree, could your brother use an odd roll of fiberglass insulation?) And, come to think of it, that guy probably didn't mind at all having to be smushed into the back seat against her, so I suppose it didn't work out too badly.;)

Anyway, they are now safely delivered. I decided I needed to eat and wind down, read a little LJ. My insane cat decided that if I was going to sit in front of my computer, she needed to wander around and yowl in the room I'm not in. (This is what she does as soon as I sit in front of the computer, I don't know why.) The room I'm not in happens to be the one

eor is trying to sleep in. The first time I found her, scooped her up, set her on my lap and gave her lots of attention. I thought maybe that was what she wanted. Nope. She squirmed away and ran back to the bedroom to yowl a little more. Obnoxious little brat. That time she got something tossed at her - probably my pillow - and I don't blame him a bit.

June's cat, who I met this evening, has the oddest fur ball on her back. June thinks maybe the cat got a peice of gum stuck to her back. It's really amusing looking, because the cat is a short hair, and she's shiny and healthy and well-groomed aside from this enormouse thing on her back. It looks like she's dividing, budding, growing a kitten directly out of her back. I offered drive them to a vet, since I remember all too well having to try to get cats places without a car. It's no fun.

Okay, once around the block to see what a few of you have been up to, today, then off to bed.