Odds and Ends

It has been cool all week, so much so that Melanie and I have not only closed all the windows, but also turned the heat on (just once, though). Right now, she is 'wearing' a blanket, mumbling something about being 'cold' and extending one arm, a la Superman. I offered to clothes pin it to her to make it a real cape, but she ignored me.

As I lay on my bed composing this post, my cat is sniffing the bottom of my feet. She is the only creature on the planet that does this willingly and without regret. She is perfect. Although she has gotten out of the habit of sleeping at the foot of my bed at night...I think this is the result of my repeated absences.


25,000 miles. This is how far I, Jennifer, have traveled (by car, bus and plane) in the year 2006. And I am not paid to do so, far from it. Maybe this explains why I am so tired.

It is my grandmother's 91st birthday today, the one whose ring I currently wear. She says she doesn't feel much different from yesterday. I told her that's probably a good thing.

There is a movie shoot going on at PCC on weekends. Today, Melanie and I made it past security only after we brandished our Bibles and identified ourselves as 'with the church.' There were dozens of high school kids standing around waiting to be filmed. I did not see Owen Wilson, the star of said movie. However, more amusing that a star sighting was a different sighting: a 50ish man on a well-loved moped. This is the same man who, the first time I met him, said I looked like 'one of [his] ex-fiancees'. It made my morning.

I failed to mention earlier that on my flight home from Turkey Day, as I moved to the back of the plane/galley/bathroom area, I encountered a couple standing beside the emergency exit door making out like the flight was going down. As I exited the WC minutes later, they were still lip-locked. I asked the flight attendant, standing not 5 feet from them, for water. She politely obliged, acting as if nothing in her workspace were out of the ordinary. I looked back at the happy couple after settling back into my seat; there appeared to be no change. 'How can she work under these conditions?', I asked myself, then thought 'but what's she supposed to say? Get a room?'. Today, I spoke with a guy at church who had worked as a customer service rep for an airline. Part of his duty was to gently inform certain overweight passengers that they would have to purchase a second seat and use a seatbelt extension. I asked if there was a script he had to follow. There was. I wonder who came up with it?

I am on the verge of diabetic shock as Melanie has begun baking with a vengeance. Shortbread, nutmeg logs (with real imitation rum flavor!) and tomorrow, Grandma's famous Christmas bread! Oh, the humanity! Mmmmmm........(burp!)