Wow. I didn't realize it had been five days since I lasted blogged. I guess I should try to catch up. It seems as if I'm having less and less time to myself lately...

I did enjoy some abandoned forms of amusement Thursday night when I subbed for a friend's co-ed volleyball team. I haven't played co-ed for about 5 years. I really enjoyed it, considering the net is quite a bit higher than the women's net. I ended up serving underhand most of the night, because I was a bit inconsistent with my overhand serves. Bored with that? Ok, moving on.... Friday I once again Bunco'ed, only this time I was the big loser and came away with the boobie prize. The stars were unaligned..... Afterwards, I was lucky enough to share some one-on-one quality time with a friend and the catching up did me good.

Saturday it was back to the drunken downtown scene for the football game. I met my dear high-school friend, Nicole, at Sidetrack to watch the game, cleverly steering clear of the $10 parking scams so I could save that money for drinking. I was uncharacteristically fed up by midnightish and headed home. Now for the sad news... Upon returning home, I searched for my kitten, Scotch, who had been ill all day, finding him laying in the basement on the laundry-room rug. I picked him up and noticed he felt very cold. Wrapping him in a towel, I layed down on the couch with him and a blanket in an attempt to warm his little body. Every once in awhile, he made the saddest little sounds. Eventually, he began convulsing. I thought he was going to throw up, but all of a sudden he was still, eyes open, and quite gone from this world. I was heartbroken at the sight of my little kitten lying dead on my couch. I had only had him for three weeks, but I did care a lot about him. My pets are like children to me. I called Lathen at Ameristar but was told he was down in the storeroom. I asked that they give him a message to call home. He called within 10 minutes and I was at least able to talk to somebody. I didn't know what to do. Lathen told me to find a shoebox for him and put him in the garage. I found a shoebox, but wasn't comfortable putting him in the garage yet. I had been to a catholic funeral once where they used incense to help the spirit leave this world and enter the next. Feeling like I should do something, I placed the shoebox on the floor in the living room and lit some incense next to it. You may think I'm crazy, but I believe all life is precious and death should be respected. Maybe it was my way of coping. All I know is that I was more comfortable dealing with it this way. Lathen came home, put me to bed and put Scotch in the garage. The next day, we buried him in our garden. I made a cross from some old scraps of wood and attached a rose from the bush in our back yard. Scotch now has a proper resting place, and I feel better about that.

So tonight, I have just returned home from my first guitar class with Nicole, followed by a drink at Sandy's. The class was good. I really do get the method of the fingering, etc., but the actual act of finger placement and movement is going to be tricky. It isn't the most natural position for my fingers, you know, with those pesky, stiff bones in them. The have to be stretched and curled so much! All of us beginners had to laugh at ourselves as we attempted to place fingers 1 and 3 on fret 5 with finger 2 on fret 4, without forgetting the base chord and correct strum time signature. I once again have homework. Next week, we all have to play an assigned piece using at least three chords. It'll take some practice, but I'm up for it.

Well, goodnight for now. I hope to get back on a regular blogging schedule, but with all the new work I have, as well as this guitar class... one never knows, do one?