Definition of "peulonc" - I don't know. I made it up. But I like saying it in a French accent. I've been saying that word for 2 years now whenever I pretend to speak better French than I really know.
I had a dream today that I actually remember. I was standing in line at a Citgo, and a lady I used to work with (who was quite eccentric, but keep reading) came in with a ziplock bag full of mayonnaise, and asked if she could trade it for a lottery ticket. The clerk said no, and was snotty! Ok, that was a dumb dream, but the lady in question is the type of lady that would do exactly what happened in that dream. Except it probably wouldn't be a ziplock full of mayonnaise. But, this is typical of the sort of dream I have.
Wow, now I remember another dream! This one I had this morning, way before the first. I was walking through a wooded area, and fell in quicksand. I just plunged right into the depths of it. And when I have THOSE dreams, I wake myself up by telling myself over and over "it's just a dream, it's just a dream" and then, thankfully, I wake up. I hope that's not what happens when you really die! I mean, I hope you don't keep telling yourself "it's just a dream" and then find out it isn't. I hope it's just over, or you wake up as a newborn in Florida or Sumatra or somewhere.
Those of you who know me well know that I can be suckered into just about anything, unless it involves bees or spiders. Well, I got suckered in again a couple weeks ago - a co-worker asked me to take a cat. Like I needed another cat - I had four (plus the one running around Escanaba right now makes 5) and was quite happy that way. But anyway, this was a "very special" situation. See, this coworker worked in a home-health business, and one of her clients was a kid with cerebral palsy who was leaving to go to NMU, and he was going to be living in campus housing (I assume the type with ramps), and he couldn't have the cat there, and wouldn't I just be a dear sweet guy and take the cat until December? I almost said no, but of course I was given the sob story that this kid would be heart-broken if he had to give his cat to the humane society or something. (Don't ask me why the lady asking me didn't take the cat herself. God, some people.)
Anyway, that was at the point when I was getting ready to move into my new house, and while saying "no" in my head, I said "sure, when do you want do drop her off?" Anyway, I'm going to make this short. I have lost that cat twice now! The first day she was in the house, she found a way to get behind the bathtub. I couldn't find her for two days. But I did find her, and fished her out from behind the bathtub using a toilet snake.
The second time - last week - she decided to PUSH OPEN the crawlspace trapdoor (it's heavy, and don't ask me how she did it) and was gone. There's a hole from the crawlspace to outside. And the cat didn't know me or even LIKE me, so I figured oh well, I tried, but she's probably miles away by now. So for a couple days, I just figured she was gone, while at the same time wondering, shit, what am I going to tell my coworker?
Then one day I was leaving for work, and I thought about the cat, and I wondered if maybe she was still in the crawlspace somewhere, just hiding. And she was - I peered in that hole, and there she was - about 6 feet out of reach. So for another two days, I tried to coax her out with cat food. No luck. She would eat the cat food, but not when I was looking! So then I brainstormed and found out that Home Depot sells live animal traps, and I bought one, put food in it, and put it in the crawlspace. Four hours later, I went to check, and there she was, locked up and meowing at me. Now she seems to like me, and she even gets along with the other cats a bit.
That was my "long story short."
Tomorrow I start a new job. I was very excited about it a week ago. Now I'm not so sure if I want to work two jobs again. I have worked two jobs for most of the last five years. It's kind of nice now to come home and go to bed without setting the alarm (although I usually do anyway, or else I would sleep for 3 days.) And wrangling two jobs can be a pain in the ass, especially since the new job requires a lot of training, and some of the training I have to travel for. Although I do get paid mileage and expenses! But, I just don't know. There is another reason I am having a dilemma with this, but I am not going into that.
I almost exploded last night at co-worker who watches Fox News all night. I finally got cocky and turned the channel at 2am, after hearing all night about how it was Bill Clinton's fault that 9/11 happened. And they are STILL talking about Jonbenet Ramsey on there.
Well I'm done writing. I have to clean, or paint, or do something productive now. Or not.
Doug
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