3 posts tagged “cats”
So far the weekend has been going well and it's nice to know that there still is an extra day off. I wish I could be more reflective about the holiday, but, at this point, I am most sincerely grateful to have the opportunity to sleep a few hours more and relax a bit.
Yesterday we went to a cat show, which was small but sweet (I guess I had gotten used to the big one at Madison Square Garden). The demographics of cat shows frequently boil down to big boned women (usually in bulky cat sweaters or sweatshirts), developmentally challenged adults, and children (not sure what that says about me). This event also featured a healthy smattering of enthusiastic bunheads of all ages (probably because the venue was beneath the Pacific Northwest Ballet School). Because it was a relatively small affair, it did give one a chance to get to know the competitors both offstage and on.
They also vigorously promoted a local no-kill shelter, which is also a good thing. There were a few tempting cats up for adoption, but the Significant Other and I had to regretfully pass on cat parenthood yet again. Will we ever have the "right" apartment or situation, I wonder. Friends continue to nag me about it and the topic has occupied more than its due share of therapy sessions.
We eventually made our way downtown and, after some fretful wavering, ended up in the International District, where we had a soothing and pretty good Chinese meal. Did some shopping here and returned home to pick up a yet another jigsaw puzzle in neighborhood store. I don't know what to make of this current addiction. It's been helpful for the S.O. (who has been suffering from back troubles) to have something to do during his bouts of sleeplessness and discomfort, but my own mania is less easy to understand. I was so into it last night, I sat up through the entire episode of Saturday Night Live (playing in the background), something I haven't done in a long, long time (and the show, in spite of whatever positive impact it may or may not have had on the presidential election, still sucks). The one we're working on now is pretty difficult, though we seem to be getting through it fairly quickly.
Today it was sunny out and a bit warmer. Reluctantly we went downtown again (after ruling out a trip to Tacoma -- it seemed too late and too long a bus ride by the time we were ready to set out). I stopped in at Macy's and bought a couple of pairs of pants at bargain prizes. We wandered around the (very crowded) Pike Place Market for a little while, stopping for lunch at the Three Girls Bakery (which somehow always epitomizes for me the best of Seattle). Took a longish walk back home and stopped in for (what else?) coffee and conversation about some promising future plans.
Not originally in the short term plans, but more improvised, (spurred on by sale fares), we managed unexpectely to find a time to squeeze in a quick trip back to NYC (he gets to stay a bit longer). I haven't told them at work yet, but it shouldn't be a problem. I'm excited to catch a teeny bit of the NYCB winter season, which I was beginning to fear I'd have to forgo entirely. The rep isn't a dream (or, rather, the repetition of the same program over the few days I'm there), but it's better than nothing. I also am very much looking forward to the upcoming Jewels at PNB. The lecture demonstration was as good as I hoped it will be; I'll write about it separately, if I don't get too lazy again.
The Moscow Cats Theatre was predictably cheesy, but in a good sort of way. We took in today's sparsely attended matinee (where there probably were more adults than children). It is a brief show (lasting a little more than one hour), performed without an intermission and the clown activity is kept to a minimum (and not so bad at that). Three of the clowns work closely with the cats (who seem to enjoy themselves) and the one dog, while there is one juggler clown (the specialty act) who does not interact with the cats at all. The cats jump, climb, run, and sit. They don't always do what they are asked to do. The little Siamese bobtail was the most prodigiously talented of the cats. Unfortunately the program does not identify the cats by name.
After the show, we took advantage of being in Tribeca to finally try the Soda Shop, where I had a fine chocolate egg cream and a good grilled cheese sandwich. But the undisputed drama of the day took place earlier this morning when I managed to get myself locked inside the bathroom of the place where we had breakfast. It took the coaching of four employees before I finally managed to get the door to open again. I was embarrassed, but they reassured me that, "it happens all the time." Well then, fix the fucking door already!
Too much eating today. I am feeling very sluggish between that
and the oppressive humidity. Still, it was feeling very 1970s out
there today, as my boyfriend pointed out.
