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Santa Fe. Cats are eating better tonight; I suppose they’re
getting accustomed to this chaos we’re subjecting them to daily.
Then again, they are still hiding under the furniture.
Some more neat pictures today, including a couple of wide-angles from
the AZ side of the Hoover Dam.
D: They sure don’t make public works like they used to.
E: Or, at all.
Ugh. We are exhausted. I don’t know which was worse about
sleeping at the apartment last night: the hard floor, or the miserable
cold? As usual, the heater was unable to keep the apartment above
65°, but I only held one blanket in reserve for us. Brr.
And, on our very last morning, just as we were about to leave, we were
screwed one last time by our car-juggling neighbors. We had just put
the cats in the car, too, when our neighbors started solving the Towers
of Hanoi with their noisy old jeep and a brand-new Mercedes (another
family member—just moved in!). Totally freaked the cats out;
great way to start a long trip.
But, like Mr. John says, this train don’t stop there anymore.
After arriving in Vegas, E and I got to hang out with my brother and
his fiancée a little. (We took in a stirring rendition of “My
Heart Will Go On” by the fountains at the Bellagio. E remarks that the
fountains effectively let them have fireworks four times an hour,
year-round!)
A very, very sleepy end to trip 2, day one.
Hello, from a totally empty apartment.
Well, not totally. But only very small pockets of resistance
stand in the way. Soon every last scrap of my life in this apartment
will be gone.
The cats don’t much like it, either. They patrol from room to room,
wondering where everything went—and why.
I’m cleaning the rest of the food out of the fridge, and for some
reason it’s very sad. Maybe it’s just that everything is very
sad today, but there’s something that’s getting to me about throwing
away mostly-full jars of salsa and unused packets of Carnation Instant
Breakfast.
And I hate when things are over / There’s so much left undone.
Erin: “It’s kind of astonishing how easy it is to withdraw your ‘entire life
savings.'”
Heh. Kinky Friedman, the
Original Texas Jewboy, was on KFOG
this morning. Quite an entertaining guy (but if you were the President
you’d already know that).
My apartment, which used to smell like flowers, carpet, and fluffy
white cat, now just smells like cardboard. I opened my front
door as I came home this evening, and was simply struck by
what can only be described as an omnipresent corrugated funk.
(How’s that for a band name?)