Hey! Who moved my cheese?
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Literally. Someone stole my cheese.
I had a little piece of goat cheese on my plate, I got up to let the dog back inside, caught a flash of movement out of the corner of my eye..and when I turned back my cheese was gone.
Gandalf, the former Garage Kitty, has come out of the closet. He is declaring his personhood.
He stole my cheese and is under the fireplace eating it.
In the morning he tries to eat my oatmeal. If my daughter sets her pastry down on the counter he starts chewing on it. At night he signals bedtime by pulling back my comforter, crawling underneath and resting his head on the pillows. He opens doors. I now have to lock the bathroom door because he will open it to let Turtle in.
He believes he is a person. Who likes goat cheese and Irish oatmeal and white chocolate peanut butter. I think it is probably a good thing he can't open the fridge (although certainly not for his lack of trying).
Today is the first day of my vacation. I don't go back to work until January 8. This morning we had to get up early (for a vacation day it was early anyway) to go to the airport. My daughter flew back to the US to spend the holiday with her Dad and his family. Her flight wasn't until 10:40 so we left at 7 even though the airport is only 50 minutes away because traffic going into Paris, and into the airport can be atrocious. Plus the crowds at the desks to get your boarding pass and check bags can be like giving yourself a root canal with no anesthetic.
So because I was - for once - prepared for delays we experienced none. The closest thing to a delay was at the counter the lady had to look up the regulation about minors flying alone and then decided she is close enough to 15 (the technical minimum age) to go by herself without an airline person to babysit her every move. I hung around at the airport until almost 11 when she texted that she was now actually on the plane.
Since it was on the way home and I could spend all the time I wanted I went to Ikea. My daughter shops like her father - get in, get out, see if she can set a new PR on shortest time. I like to wander about and look at everything. Yes, I mean everything.
Today I even had a purpose. I needed chairs. I've had the dining table for a month now but we have had no chairs so haven't used. Now, I have chairs!
After unloading the chairs and eating lunch I took Stupid for a walk. Today he tried to get into 2 doggie fights with dogs behind their fences. Then I went into the shopping area and wandered through some stores I hadn't been to before. I found the bookstore, which is combination books/movies/music/games/craft
s and school supplies. I found the fabric/craft store, which is like a miniature version of JoAnn Fabrics. I checked on the TV table I ordered - in October! - which is still not available and they have no idea when it will come in. I know enough now to ask when it will be available but not quite enough yet to tell them to cancel the order and refund my money so I can buy something else.
While dinner was cooking I put together one of my new chairs and ate my first meal at my table. Which is what I was doing when the Cheese Thief struck.