A Theory

On Friday night while I was on the phone chatting with my sister-in-law, I caught Billie trying to snack on Herman's (the Houseplant's) potting soil. On closer inspection I could see that the potting soil had turned somewhat moldy - with a bird-shitty sort of mold, and was at a much lower level in the pot from what I'd remembered it to be.

The people who used to live in our apartment had something of a greenhouse in here, though they had two cats as well who seemed ok. Kevin is convinced there is remnant pollen (and who knows what else!) circulating in our air. So now I have this theory that Billie has been eating moldy potting soil for the last seven months, which could explain her skin condition and potentially the more recent hershey squirts. Part of me hopes it is not that simple an explanation... but most of me would be very relieved if it was.

Today Kevin made me lunch, even though it was his birthday!

















Another random event - last weekend I spotted my license plate almost-twin. I was navigating a difficult parking lot when it sort of jumped out at me. Identical but for having two letters switched - the twin ended in JGH, instead of GJH which is mine. I actuallly parked the car and got out to compare because I was almost certain someone had copied my plates. Weird.

Happy Birthday, Kevin!

While we're waiting...

I can't say that I'm bored right now, because I am keeping very busy despite the crummy weather. But there's nothing very interesting going on, is all... so not much to write about. In the meanwhile, I thought I'd just start throwing out some random memories as they come to mind. I have this habit of suddenly remembering not-so-significant bits of my life at odd times. It kind of feels like television. And then I say to myself, 'huh', because it's not all that interesting. So while I was getting ready for work this morning...

My freshman-year roommate kept a giant calendar spread out across her desk. She used it to write down every detail of her outfit - every day, in each big square. I noticed, but said nothing. Who was I to judge?

At the end of our orientation week we were sitting in the room of her new pal. The pal was writing some things down in a notebook with a bunch of markers. She would switch colors every few seconds. My roommate took a peek, and happily asked, "you write down what you wear, too?". Sure enough. I asked if they were joking, and they just stared. "How else can you keep track of your outfits, so you don't wear the same thing?", they wondered. And they were close after that, as I found myself with less and less to talk about with either of them. If flannel pajamas could keep me warm enough in the computer lab, why should anyone care if I wore the same pair every day?

This morning the cats were pretty mellow, so I got out some yarn and they actually played together. We all hung out & it was fun. Don't let the pleasant sunshine fool you... it is 0 degrees in Madison right now. I've also started eating grapefruit again after a long break from it. Yum.