Brandon and Kelly got a cat. I feel like I’m more excited about this cat than I would have been had they announced they were having a baby. It’s not that I wouldn’t be happy for them or excited or even that I don’t like babies, it’s just that babies make me nervous, cats don’t, and I can go buy a cat a toy without starting at a shelf wondering what the hell to get, like I do with babies. Unless a registry is involved, but otherwise, clueless about babies.

So when they went off with my dad for the annual Gettysburg weekend, I stayed behind for two reasons–the biggest one is that I’m working Saturdays this month, and the other reason is that I had Adam Ant concert tickets for that Sunday. Yes, we would’ve been back by then anyway, but I’d rather not drive across the state then go to a concert.

So yes, I did stop at Petco–and also Rita’s–first, and I got Persia little Pusheen toys, a set of jingly balls and a little stick with a stuffed ice-cream cone at the end of a string. And that’s how I spent almost an entire Friday night playing with a kitten. Zero regrets.

So Persia and I slept in the guest room, and it was basically the cutest ever. She started at my feet while I was laying on my side and climbed up, walking the whole length of my body before deciding my side was the perfect sleeping spot and started to purr really loudly, which was enough cuteness to kill me. The problem was I had to work in the morning and a cat on your side that sounds like a motor running isn’t conducive to sleep, so I had to shuffle her around. I’m not sure how either of us was positioned when we actually fell asleep, but she spent almost the whole night in bed with me, and it was the greatest.

And then about a half-hour before my alarm was set to go off, she decided it was playtime.

Now, she’s still the cutest ever, so I can’t be too mad. And it did get me up and out on time. But I heard her start to wander around the room and scratch at the bed a little. And then she found the little springy doorstop and decided to play with it–and play with it hard. I got her to stop the first time she made a very impressive sproing sound with it, but after that, it was out of my hands. She was too wound up, and probably bored, so I let her loose in the living room with her new toys while I tried to get a few more minutes’ sleep. I failed miserably.

I played with her while I could, mostly kicking around her balls after I got showered and while I was getting dressed and getting my things packed.

And you want to know what the saddest sight ever is? A kitten sitting in the middle of a living room alone watching her babysitter/morning playmate leave her for the day.

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Saturday 9: Da Doo Ron Ron

Saturday 9: Da Doo Ron Ron (1977)

Unfamiliar with this week’s tune? Hear it here.

1) This song begins by stating that he met her on a Monday and his heart stood still. How did your past week start? It may be a lot to expect you to report that you met someone who made your heart stand still, but did anything noteworthy occur? I’ve been working Saturdays this month, which means I have Mondays off, so I started with seeing my husband off to work and lounging around the apartment.

2) While making hit records, Shaun Cassidy also starred as Joe Hardy on the Hardy Boys/Nancy Drew Mysteries. The Hardy Boys and Nancy Drew books have been popular with generations of American kids. Were you a fan? Lord, was I! I read a lot of Nancy Drew as a kid, and then I played a lot of Nancy Drew computer games in the early days of computer games.

3) Shaun went to Beverly Hills High School. Over the decades, BHHS has had many good footballs teams. Do you remember what sports your school excelled at? Ha, sure as shit wasn’t football. But I think our volleyball team was actually pretty good, maybe. I’m not sure. I didn’t pay much attention. Like, I just went to my high-school reunion and shocked everyone with the news that I go to the gym regularly now. It was just not me at all.

4) Shaun followed his older half-brother, David Cassidy, into TV/records/teen stardom. Do you have siblings? If yes, what career paths did they follow? I have one brother about 2 1/2 years younger than me who majored in psychology and now works as a TSS and is also in the military.

5) His middle name is Paul, after his maternal grandfather. Tell us something about one of your grandparents. My maternal grandparents were praying novenas to meet someone when they did in fact meet each other.

6) Shaun’s mother, actress Shirley Jones, reports that he was more than 3 weeks late and born by Cesarean. Have you heard family legends about your arrival into the world? The most well-known one is that when it was all over and my mom was holding me, I looked around and seemed very confused. My mom describes the look as, “What the hell just happened?”

7) “Da Doo Ron Ron” was originally recorded by The Crystals. Can you think of another song that has been a hit by more than one artist? I can think of songs that have been covered, sure, but I’m not sure I can think of ones that I’d call hits. I’m sure I’m missing something huge, though.

8) In 1977, when this version of “Da Doo Ron Ron” was popular, Steve Jobs and Steve Wozniak incorporated Apple. Are you Mac or Android? Mac! I do prefer it.

9) Random Question: You’re exhausted. You collapse into bed and are about to drift into slumber when you hear the drip-drip-drip of the bathroom faucet. Would you kick off the covers and go turn it off? Or would you stay in bed, letting it drip until morning? I mean, if I’m being honest, I’d ask my husband to do it, but one way or another, I’d probably check it. I live in an apartment, and there’s a decent chance that little drip would leak in the pipes and flood someone’s apartment by morning. I mean, my kitchen more or less flooded because my upstairs neighbor left water running overnight and the pipe was, well…I’m not sure the word “pipe” would even apply to what it was, it was so rusted and damaged when maintenance took it out.

Friday 5: I Don’t Get It Either

1. Twitch is an enormously popular livestreaming platform mostly for watching people play video games. It has more than 1.5 million broadcasters and more than one million visitors per month, and Amazon acquired it for nearly a billion dollars in 2014. Which of your computer activities would you livestream if there were a way to make some money doing it? Man, I don’t think anything I do is interesting enough to warrant it. I’d say the closest thing would be writing–it could potentially be useful for writers to see another’s process, but even then, I’m not sure how much interest that would really have. It would inevitably get boring, and I don’t think it would take very long to do so.
2. EDM (electronic dance music) is usually performed by DJs on stage in front of audiences, playing tracks they’ve mixed, right off their laptops. If you were a push-button DJ playing your tunes in a club, what would be your opening and closing songs, assuming everyone’s there because they’re into whatever sounds you’re into? I’m honestly not sure! I usually love music-related questions, but this is tough–it would have to be something that got people excited, so something fast. Maybe some Erasure. Although these days, even still, I find that “Uptown Funk” gets people up. I mean, if I were to actually do this, I’d spend an absurd amount of time crafting my playlist. For closing, that’s a little easier. I’d do David Bowie’s “Let’s Spend the Night Together.” I ended my wedding with that, which was a bit of risqué choice, but it’s a fun song and some of our guests were heading off to hotels for the night so I thought it was a nice little joke.
3. What’s a good Adele song, and why is Adele so popular? I think my favorite Adele song is “Rumor Has It” because I like the beat. I like her, although I haven’t bought any of her music because I’m not sure how much I like her. I think a lot of the appeal is in her voice, and on top of that, I think she taps into something lyrically that a lot of people can relate to. I think she’s a good songwriter, too.
4. The Walking Dead? I think I have a weird perspective on this because since I don’t have cable, I keep up with pretty much no TV as it airs–I catch up on things on Netflix. I have a few reasons for this, but I won’t get into them here. But I’ve watched the show at my job, so I saw maybe half of last season. I like zombie stories, so I like the show. I know some people, and my mom is one of them, who are starting to get a little bored with it because they feel like the seasons are a little formulaic, where each season there’s a new threat to the group and they get rid of it only to have another one pop up. Personally, while I totally believe people when they say this and that’s a valid complaint, since I’ve seen so little on the show, it’s not one that I share. That said, one of the things I like about it is I feel like it’s a pretty realistic depiction of how people would act in the apocalypse. Just going off of two big characters I’m familiar with from last season, Negan is a psycho who takes advantage of the collapse of society to pretty much do what he wants and get people to pretty much take care of him by bashing people’s heads in. Ezekiel was a regular dude who used the apocalypse kind of similarly to Negan in that he managed to get some kind of power for himself, but he does it in a more fantastical, over-the-top way and without killing people. I feel like should everything really go to shit on that level, yeah, people would absolutely act like that.
5. Every generation seems to arrive at a “They don’t write ’em like that anymore” attitude. Why does it seem like most middle-aged people lose interest in new music? Okay, so here’s my theory, at the ripe old age of 28, with all of my life experience and wisdom–I’m already bored with most of the music I hear. I’ve found that I very, very rarely get excited about new artists. I get excited about new music from artists I’ve already discovered, sure, but it’s not often that I hear something on the radio and love it. I think this is because as a music lover, and I mean as someone who spends a significant amount of money on concert tickets, still buys CDs, plays music just about every waking moment that I can, and also writes about music, I’ve listened to a lot. Like, when I go on Spotify, I look at what’s happening in my friend activity and listen to things they’re listening to that I’ve heard of and haven’t given a chance, and then I do the same with the new releases, and then if I haven’t run out of things to listen to there before bedtime, I go to stuff I’ve liked and saved. But I think the fact that I listen to so much means I’m on the same page, in some ways, as that “music’s not as good anymore” crowd, in the sense that I think that statement’s coming from a place of boredom. It’s not that all new music is bad, it’s just that if you’ve heard a lot of it, particularly as the popularity of certain genres fluctuates, you’re not hearing much you haven’t heard already. The best example I can give is Lady Gaga. I’ve been pretty outspoken about being unimpressed with her on the whole, and that’s because she’s not really that original. It’s pop music. When “Just Dance” came out, I could admit it was a catchy song, but it’s a song about a 20-something girl getting drunk and dancing in the club, and that’s a song we’ve all heard before in one form or another. I’m not as critical of Gaga as I used to be, but I still feel like she’s a pop star rehashing decades of music and even over-the-top wardrobe that came before her. I’m not saying she’s ripping people off or even that I dislike it because I’ve added a good few Gaga songs to my collection, but I’m saying it isn’t new or original. And look, in another 10 or 20 years, there’s probably gonna be some other pop star doing something similar, and all the kids of that era are gonna love it and the rest of us are gonna be like, “I’ve seen this before.” I think that’s the crux of that attitude, I just don’t think that people put much thought into what it is they don’t like about “today’s music” or why. Having said all that, though, there’s always something good and exciting out there. I’ve said this before, but “today’s music sucks” doesn’t mean there’s not a single good song that’s been released in 10 years, it means you’re looking in the wrong places. I can promise you, we’ve all got songs we’d absolutely love that just haven’t come to us. There’s a lot out there. It’s just a matter of listening to it.

As always, from Friday 5.

We made our annual RenFets trip with Paul’s sister Emily–it’s easy to go a little farther down 70, pick her up at her dorm, and go back, then take her back. Even though we do some backtracking, given that we’re so close by and we like hanging out with her and all college kids to do with getting out and doing something fun, we might as well just do it.

Emily treated us to brunch on campus, which on the one hand isn’t super exciting because it’s campus food but on the other hand, it’s also free food, and I always liked the food there. People used to complain about it a lot, but I have no idea why. Sometimes I think some of the kids there at the same time as me were just fans of being brats, to be honest.

Emily has a campus job and therefore some spending money, but she has to use it wisely, so we pretty much walked the entire festival for her to say, “I’ll come back” and then decide which places to go back to and buy from. I do think she managed to get a bunch of little thing from all the places she liked, and then at one of the places that sold these expensive handmade skirts, Paul went back and secretly bought her one for her birthday next month. And I told him to get me one, too, because of course.

We did end up being there longer than I thought we would be, but we had a good time. And since we were nearby, I got in touch with Stephanie to see if we could swing by and visit with them and the baby–sure, I’ve seen him, but Paul hadn’t, and besides, why not hang out with friends? All we did was sit around and gab, but it was nice to do even that, and of course the baby is adorable.

And of course, because this is how life works, days later, Paul’s brother Josh called him and said he had to tickets to RenFest because his girlfriend works there and asked if we wanted to go. I had to work because I’m on Saturdays this month, but I told Paul to go ahead and that it might be a good way for the two of them to hang out. So off he went.

Goodbye, Duke

Sadly, the time has come for us to see our beloved beagle, Duke, off to his trip over the rainbow bridge.

It wasn’t entirely unexpected–my dad, Brandon, and Kelly left for the annual Gettysburg trip Friday night, and my mom came home to find Duke had basically peed and puked from one end of the house to the other. Because peeing in the house is really, really rare for him, she suspected an issue with his diabetes. The vet recently lowered his insulin, so my mom thought it was too low, and bumping the dose back up seemed to help a good bit. But he wasn’t eating much, and Duke’s known for wanting food constantly.

Mom and I had concert tickets Sunday night and she was initially afraid to leave him, but he was doing okay and my dad came back from Gettysburg before we had to leave and could sit with him. I spend the night there after the concert and noticed he was shaking on occasion. Monday, he wasn’t eating and was still shaking and just wasn’t quite his normal self. We were getting concerned, and since he’s getting older and has some health problems, we were starting to think maybe he was getting close to the end. My parents scheduled a vet appointment for him Tuesday, yesterday.

My mom and I had concert tickets again that night, and Duke’s appointment was at 2. Honestly, when my dad didn’t text with an update, I thought it was dire, they were putting him down, and my mom was waiting to tell me when she picked me up from work to go to the concert. But it was better than we thought–he was dehydrated, so they gave him an IV and some meds. He ate a little bit of chicken and rice at home, but after the concert, he wasn’t going back to bed in my parents’ bedroom like usual and stayed by himself. My mom took that as a bad sign, and there was still blood work and a follow-up for this morning.

I was hopeful but prepared for the worst. I felt that the vet hadn’t seen anything obvious to say he was really, really bad, but I knew he wasn’t in the clear. And sure enough, my mom sent us a text this morning saying he was in kidney failure and they’d be putting him down. With a little more time, I would’ve gone out to be there, but they were gonna do it soon rather than keep him in pain.

I was holding up okay at first–sad, but okay. I told my mom to give him a kiss for me and Brandon did the same, and when she told us that she hugged and kissed him and told him he was a good dog and he’d see our previous dogs, Mandy and Dandy, that was when I started crying. I kept on goin’ when she said all the vet techs that knew him went in to say goodbye, and I’ve been going off and on pretty much ever since.

Obviously, we’re all gonna miss the shit out of him. I was closer to him than our other dogs, and going to my parents’ house without him running to the door, barking, and then wanting lots of attention from me just isn’t gonna be the same. I remember when we put Mandy down my freshman year of college sitting in an empty, dog-less house was super depressing, and when we had Dandy put down, coming home from college for the weekend and seeing one set of paw print’s in the snow (Duke’s) instead of the usual two was sad. He could be a temperamental asshole who ignored you when he damn well felt like it, but he was super affectionate, fun, and one of the calmest, sweetest dogs I’ve ever seen. I’m glad I at least got to see him within the last few days.

I keep saying it, but Washington is on its way up. Downtown has been slowly getting more new businesses, and new, interesting ones at that–I noticed at President’s Pub once that there was a coffee shop across the street and made a mental note to check it out. So one Saturday, when Paul had me bring my phone down to show off wedding pictures, we decided to stop in and pretty much loved it. Pour-over coffee, teas, homemade scones, it was great. We went back the next day, too, although we haven’t been back since. We try to limit how often we eat out, and coffee shops count. We know we could easily be in there every day.

For Labor Day, we got up super early and went into the mountains. We haven’t been able to go all summer and finally had a day, but knowing Labor Day is one of those days where the mountains get really crowded, we aimed for going as early as we reasonably could. We ended up getting a decent hike in and left just as the place was starting to get busy.

Brandon and Kelly had gotten a cat the night before and were taking her to a vet near my parents’ to get looked at, so they said they’d stop by with her. So we drove down the mountain to my parents’ place to meet the cat they ultimately named Persia, a super cute little orange tabby. At the time, she had fleas, a little scab from scratching, and a slight respiratory infection, but after some care and getting cleaned up, she looked a lot better and dominated Kelly’s Instagram for a bit.

We ended the day with lunch at Fiesta Azteca and a trip to returning books to the library, after a power-reading session when I ran out of renewals. But I highly recommend everyone read An American Sickness–I think if everyone did, healthcare debates would play out very, very differently in this country. And now my latest library pick is the newest from Salaman Rushdie. Hopefully, I’ll finish it before I run out of renewals.

The day after the wedding was mostly recovery and aftermath. We had the family who stayed in the hotel come over to our room to our presents–when my brother got married last year, we served leftovers at my parents’ house and had his in-laws and a few other people over, but in a hotel room and with both sets of parents living an hour away, that wasn’t really feasible. So we did it all in our room, making sure to open Julie and Michael’s dirty gift they’d warned us about before anyone got there.

I was relieved that we didn’t get a lot of stuff, you know? I know I’ve been saying this for months, but we really, really don’t need anything else, so the less we got that takes up space, the better. We did get some pretty things that are gonna be really nice to put up in a house one day, or even a bigger apartment by next year, but for now, most of it’s getting shipped off to my parents’ basement until that point.

We also got a good bit of money, putting us back to where we were before we made final payments the day of.

Between unused mixers and alcohol and our gifts, there was just enough stuff that it didn’t all fit in our car, so Brandon and Kelly volunteered to help haul it back. Everyone else brunched with Jacob and Katie before they flew home, and of course we were starving by the time we were done. Paul’s tux needed returned, too, so we did that out in the South Hills and had some lunch while we were out there.

I slept like shit on the wedding night, so by Sunday, I’d gotten about eight hours of sleep in two days and was feeling rough. Paul and I both took Monday off to recover, and finally, that was where I recouped my sleep–I didn’t sleep in as late as I wanted to, but I did end up taking a two-hour morning nap. Over the next couple days, we gradually handled whatever post-wedding tasks we had, like returning alcohol and mixers and slowly starting on thank-yous. We’ve changed our benefits at work, opened a joint bank account where all the wedding is or will go when we’re done with thank-yous, since I’m depositing money as I write them out so I can be thorough and not miss anyone.

And then it was back to work. It was kind of funny Sunday how we just threw this wedding a night before and then it was just like…back to life as usual. We went to work on Tuesday, showed some pictures and told the highlights when asked, and came home like usual.

When my boss asked me how married life was a week or so later, I was like, “It’s pretty much the same,” and she told me how once she read this article about when Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt got married, someone asked her how married life was, and she commented on how difficult and what a big change it was. My boss–and even myself when she told me–was like, “What? Why?” I mean, you’re together for years, have kids together, and marriage is still that huge? I’m not saying it’s not a big deal, it’s just that I find it strange that couples who have been together for a long time and were already living together find marriage to be a big adjustment, and the only reason I’ve been able to come up with is that it’s the sense of permanent commitment. One of my own issues with marriage as an institution is that I don’t need a big ceremony to commit to someone, and I’ve always loved the stories of how Goldie Hawn and Kurt Russell never married. But commitment itself has never bothered me, and the thought of getting married and even now of being married isn’t at all scary. Like I said, nothing’s changed. People talk a lot about how hard the first year of marriage is and I can see that if that’s the first time the couple lives together, but so far, I’m not seeing how. It was more of a challenge when he first moved in and we were learning how to live together, but the marriage itself? Easy. I mean, so far, the hardest thing has been figuring out how to deposit checks made out to his last name when I’m not changing it.