Cat grass: the new cat watercooler
I was driving around the other day when I stopped at one of the gajillion flower stands scattered around the city. Ben has been cultivating his own basil and I thought it was time he branched out into other edible things. I loaded up on parsley, sage, rosemary and … mint. While there, my eyes fell on cat grass and I brought home a plant. It took a whole of 2 minutes for the hungreeeee cats to sniff it out and… gather around it. I wish I had had a camera. They just sat around it, sometimes chewing, sometimes not, but just hanging around. However, like all these new generations, the novelty soon wore off and now they are searching for new cheap thrills (ie. bouncy ball).
Yesterday I got a pkg from an awesome woman (which I just realized is from Maine, just like my hero: J.B. Fletcher!). I was part of a swhap, my partner flaked out and this awesome lady took the situation in her hands and sent me the best pkg. Most of the time, as it happens, you get a pkg and you always feel a lil bit cheated, because shipping is expensive and this and that, the effort you put in always seems more than the effort your partner puts into it. This time… I WIN! Nevermind the millions of Reese’s cups stashed away in my fridge, or the fun Halloween stuff, or the yarn (AUSTERMANN STEP! My favorite sock yarn of all times), but she sent me enough ziplock bags to pack up my house and move. It was such a kickass way to start the weekend.
Speaking of socks… I have been trying to finish this pair for a while. I am such a slow ass knitter. I am making them for Eugenia and she might stop over tomorrow. I have to kick it up a notch, basically, this lame-ass “do a couple rows every 4 hours” strategy is not working.
I am spending a lot of time on livemocha. It has been a lifelong dream of mine to learn French. At least well enough so when I speak it in Paris, people don’t answer me in English (HATE!). The site is awesome and you can chat with mothertongues. Fun! I even got complimented by this guy yesterday (I will not add the fact he then asked if we could move onto the webcam and if I was hot…). It terrifies me to type out and speak a language other than my own (and English). I suck at retaining vocabulary. And spelling. And grammar.