It’s the last day of my expansive vacation, in which I saw many exotic things, such as Chapel Hill.
It’s true; I finally returned those coolers to Chapel Hill. If you’re just tuning in, and why do I keep saying that? No one is just now tuning in. Anyway, let’s say you just tuned in, and you know what I hate? Any article that reads, “Unless you’ve been living under a rock, you know that…”
Oh, shut up. Try writing anything resembling original thought.
Oh my god, anyway. If you’re just tuning in, last year I was part of a headache study in Chapel Hill that involved eating a lot of fish and so on. The study provided all my food, and I assume it was having to do with Omega 3s, but what do I know. The point is, they wanted me to drive there a LOT and I was wrong to think it would be no problem, as it was. This resulted in me dropping out of said study and having two giant coolers in my house for a year.
Now they’re gone. As I returned them.
Chapel Hill is about an hour and 10 minutes away, and as you can see, this required that I bring snacks for the road like I’m a toddler. I consumed the banana before I was out of Greensboro, and the cheese stick before I was 15 minutes out of town. It is unfortunate that I did not have a baggy of Goldfish crackers and my sippy cup of juice.
I always like the drive to Chapel Hill, as it is country-road-ish and that always makes me happy.
I was there on campus for less than 15 minutes. I know this because the parking guy did not charge me. “I think you got out of here in less than 15,” he said gleefully, as he stuck my little paper in this machine. “You did!”
He was the Iris of people. Iris is always happy. Even when pit bulls chew her hips off, she’s still cheery.
I pulled over to look at this old Impala. I’ve come to adore old cars, and I don’t know what’s become of me. I would never OWN one, because air bags.
On the way home, I stopped at Chris and Lilly’s store, which is on the way. Naturally, neither of them were there, furthering my theory that they don’t work anywhere, they just made up having entrepreneurial skills, and really they are trustafarians.
I looked for Martinagale collars, which I now apparently need for Edsel the Fangy one, according to Marcia Our New Trainer. They didn’t have any, but they had cat collars, so I got one for everyone, and why. Lily and Iris will keep theirs on, but Steely Dan will shed his like he’s got a spider on him.
I texted, I text, C and L to show them my wares, and they said, “Oh, don’t go! We’re on our way back.” But I was already gone, and besides, it’d have been a struggle for them to drive all the way from their trust-fund vacation to Iceland or wherever they really are.
When I got home Personality Cat was waiting for me.
He abhors having his picture made, by the way. Immediately begins whipping his tail of annoyance when I get the phone in front of him. if steeeleee had soul yuuuud be steeeeeeling it.
Meanwhile, Iris was dead.
Even asleep, she looks cheery.
I had to have another mole removal in the afternoon, because I know how to show myself a good time. While I waited at the doctor’s office…
…I perused Martingale collars for Edsel, as I need to come up with something for him before September 1. I finally settled on this one…Right? Because old cars? For EDSEL? The first person to tell me they didn’t know Edsel was a kind of car gets a disdainful look from my innards.
Plus, it’s his color, which you’ll note is not far off from MY color, and what a coincidence.
Anyway, I finally got in to see the doctor, who wondered if I managed to fill my Ritalin prescription, finally, and I told him how I keep forgetting to do it and we had a good laugh. ADD. It’s hilarious!
What if I start taking my Ritalin, ever, and I get all focused and serious and this not-blog sucks, as opposed to now, with its riveting self?
Anyway, now we await the results of the big removal, and let’s hope I am not dying of moles, as that would be inconvenient. I have so much more living to do, and by “living” I mean sitting on my couch looking at Facebook.
I’ll let you know how long Steely Dan puts up with being be-collared. He’s had it on around 24 hours already, which is a personal record for him. Also, he’s the messiest eater I’ve ever had. In my whole history of 7,000 cats. 7,000 gray cats.
Tomorrow I go back to work, and if I get my freelance done, I’ll have gotten my whole list completed with the exception of painting the back room, which I never got to, because I was very busy reading books. Still. I did all sorts of things that’ve been bugging me, so that’s a plus.
It was quite the vacation. The weather is here. Wish you were beautiful.
Jooon the Adventurer