We’re getting a cat!

A few weeks ago, Paul said he went into Petco for crickets for the gecko and was super tempted to apply to adopt a cat, and my response was just, “Well, I wouldn’t have been mad.”

So we were out running some errands last week–or more like I wanted frozen custard and we happened to already be out that way–and Paul popped into Petco again, as he often does, mostly to look at reptiles if he doesn’t need crickets. The cats caught his eye again. Now, I know myself well enough to know that if it were solely up to me, I’d come out with a newly adopted pet every time I went in, but to my credit, I had excellent self-control and didn’t say anything. But…he was looking at them and looking at me, and basically what it came down to was I said I wouldn’t object and that it was up to him, and he decided to ask for an adoption application.

Now, the application process didn’t go super smooth, solely because the fax to the Humane Society didn’t go through. So we tried again and still no dice. So, determined to adopt this kitty, we printed one and faxed it from a Staples, which should surely show that we’re committed and not just like, “Ah, no big deal.”

I believe our first attempt was a Wednesday and the third was made Friday night, and we got an e-mail Saturday saying the director would give us a call this past Monday, and sure enough, just as Paul was getting in from work, he got the call that our application was approved. Kitty’s getting spayed soon, so we get to pick her up after she’s recovered, which will hopefully be early next week.

In the meantime, I’m in the last half of my weekend rotation, so we spent Sunday going to see The Incredibles 2, which was fun, and I had Monday to myself, which was nice and productive.  This weekend’s plans are up in the air–at some point, we need to properly prepare for Kitty, but one of the pet stores will give you a coupon book with adoption papers, so I’m trying to hold out on the bulk of it until we get her. We’ve been having a lot of rain lately, and it looks like our Labor Day weekend is gonna be rained out, in which case we may just go out and see Paul’s sister Emily’s dorm and see a movie or something. We ought to maybe spend a little time on the house, too, since there’s still some small things that need done that we honestly kind of forgot about in the chaos of trying to get the apartment cleaned and emptied.

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Saturday 9: Think

Unfamiliar with this week’s song. Hear it here.
In fond remembrance of The Queen of Soul (1942-2018).

1) As befits one of America’s premiere artists, Aretha Franklin sang at three Presidential inaugurations. The first was Jimmy Carter’s in 1977, when she sang “God Bless America.” What’s your favorite patriotic song? I don’t know if either of these is truly patriotic, but I love “Battle Hymn of the Republic” and Tchaikovsky’s “1812 Overture,” a favorite of the local symphony during the Whiskey Rebellion Festival, complete with reenactment musket fire. Tchaikovsky is my favorite composer because he is so very extra.

2) The daughter of a Baptist minister, Aretha grew up with church music. She told Rolling Stone one of her favorite songs was the hymn, “Victory Is Mine.” What’s your favorite religious song? I was always a fan of “On Eagle’s Wings” and “Ode to Joy.” The latter was the recessional at our wedding.

3) She welled up a bit when President George H. W. Bush presented her with the nation’s highest civilian award, the Presidential Medal of Freedom in 2005. When is the last time you shed a tear? I actually don’t remember! So go me.

4) In 1980, the Queen of Soul sang for the Queen of England in a Command Performance at The Royal Albert Hall. Have you ever been to London? I have not, unfortunately, but I’d love to go.

5) Since Aretha had many honorary degrees, it would have been appropriate to refer to her as Dr. Franklin. Who is the last person you referred to by his or her title (Officer, Father, Sgt., Dr., etc.)? Probably one of my parents.

6)  In this week’s song, Aretha tells her lover that it doesn’t take a high IQ to understand what’s going on in their relationship. Do you know your IQ? I do not.

7) A sculpture of Aretha is on display at Madame Tussaud’s in New York. Do you think wax museums are cool, or creepy? A little of both. The old wax museum in Gettysburg used to be my favorite, but I do think it’s a little different when there’s a historical one versus one of just, like, celebrities. That gets weird.

8) Aretha and Motown legend Smokey Robinson were literally lifelong friends, since they were playground buddies in Detroit. Smokey is one of the only people who can claim to have seen The Queen of Soul with a bucket in a sandbox. If we went to the playground today, would you head for the swings, the slide or the jungle gym? Or, like Aretha, would you play in the sand? At one of the nearby parks, the playground has a zipline, so I’d be there. I always want to go on it, but I don’t want anyone to see me and people are almost always around.

9) Random question: Do you like pumpkin seeds? I do, although I haven’t eaten them in a very long time.

Friday 5: Lyrical Gangsta

  1. What’s a stupid lyric from a song you like? I mean, put it this way–I liked a lot of the songs on Taylor Swift’s Reputation but thought the lyrics were atrocious. Like, I liked “Look What You Made Me Do” up until the “the old Taylor can’t come to the phone right now” line because I thought it was so bad it ruined the rest of the song for me. I also hate Katy Perry’s line “Do you ever feel like a plastic bag/Drifting through the wind.” And I thought Lady Gaga had a lot of bad lines on Born This Way.
  2. What’s a pretty good lyric from a song you dislike? I like the lyrics to “Hotel California,” but man, I do not like that song.
  3. What’s a good non-Weird-Al-Yankovic lyric about food and drink? Okay, I wouldn’t call this a good lyric, but man, do I appreciate the fact that they did it. It’s from “Every Man Needs a Chew” by The Dead South, who bill themselves as Mumford & Sons’ evil twins: “Well I sat down on the pooper / Thinkin’ through and through / Sippin’ on some whiskey, yeah with / A real fat chew.”
  4. What’s a good song lyric to describe your week? It was a long week and I’m on Saturday rotation, and when I first was doing it, I had a tradition of checking in online with the line “Everybody’s workin’ for the weekend,” only with this clip, of course.
  5. What’s a good song lyric about inclement weather? I just saw Frankie Valli live (for the third time!) Thursday night, so “Tell It to the Rain” is on my mind, with a catchy chorus of “Tell it to the rain and the stars that shine above / That it’s me you’re thinking of / And I’m your love.” I also love Keane’s “Snowed Under,” which isn’t literally about snow, but it’s a good chorus, especially for a sort of subtle fuck-you song: “I don’t know why I waste my time / Getting hung up about the things you say / When I open my eyes and it’s a lovely day / You know sometimes I feel like I’m / Getting snowed under with the things you say / When I open my eyes and it’s a lovely day.”

As always, from Friday 5.

For at least the last few weeks, probably over a month, my family’s summer plans have hinged on my brother. We still haven’t celebrated Father’s Day–my dad wanted to go into downtown Pittsburgh but not on the day itself, and my brother’s been going here one weekend and there the next, and for the last three weeks, he’s been out in California for his annual summer training with the military. But the day after he got back in the state and the morning Kelly went to pick him up, we squeezed in our annual zoo trip. Much fun was had by all. Plus after three weeks of shitty military cooking, he wanted to eat at Hofbrauhaus. A win for us all.

Meanwhile, in the new house, we still haven’t technically unpacked, but the number of boxes sitting in the middle of rooms and hallways is dwindling slowly. Neither Brandon nor I has fully removed our belongings from our parents’ house, so now that I have room for almost all of it, she had me come over to clean out my designated shelf in the garage. I couldn’t take everything–after we get some credit cards paid down, we need a nice set of living-room furniture and some other small pieces, and there’s some little stuff down in that garage that wouldn’t have a place to go in the house just yet, like the china I got that was my grandmother’s. But we did remove three big boxes, a few smaller ones, and a big bag, so that’s progress.

And then I set out with my parents to upgrade our phones. I’d say it was about a year ago that my phone was showing signs of being ready for a new one, but I put it off. Then last week, two days in a row, my battery life plummeted after just opening Twitter, and although it hadn’t done it since, I was afraid of having to constantly be tethered to a charger as the battery life dwindled. Now, I’ve said many a time that I do not give two shits about having the latest and greatest anything, and my upgrade strategy is to get a newer model but not the newest–I almost always opt for the oldest model they’re still selling that’s newer than the one I have. So the funny part is that while I’d been carrying an iPhone 5S for quite possibly four years or longer, I only moved up to a 6S. I’m many a generation behind and the differences between the models are minimal, but let me tell you, I’m playing with the thing like it’s an X. And the rose-gold finish is so great.

I have a hair under two weeks left of reporting to the office before I go back to working from home, and lemme tell ya, even though I only did two or three weeks or working from home, it was enough to make me miss it a week into the in-office rotation. It’s not even that I dislike going in, per se–I like seeing people and talking to them, and with almost everyone working remote, it’s really quiet and has a more informal feel than it used to, but man, you just can’t beat getting up 20 minutes before your start time and working in your pajamas.

This coming weekend, Paul’s grandparents were going to have an anniversary party, but it’s been canceled, so we may be looking at a weekend to ourselves for the first time in a few weeks. We could use it–I’d really like to go to a movie, and as infrequently as we make it to new ones, showings of Little Miss Sunshine at Row House are really, really tempting. Paul’s never seen it, much like many movies that came out when his siblings were young. That is one of the great things about Row House. They have a new theme every week, and if you want to introduce someone to an older movie you love and still have that theater experience, that’s the way to do it.

Saturday 9: It’s a Jungle Out There

Saturday 9: It’s a Jungle Out There (Theme from Monk) (2003)

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

1) This week’s song is the theme from the detective show that ran from 2002-2009. Were you a fan? I never watched it regularly when it was first on, but I’ve enjoyed a few reruns.

2) The song warns us about the air we breathe and the water we drink. Does your home have an air or water filter? Neither, although since we get city water, a filter might be a good idea. I’ve considered an air filter in the past, but I’m on the fence about whether or not we actually need it.

3) The lyrics say, “People say I’m crazy to worry all the time.” Are you a worrier? Or do you just take things as they come? I don’t worry much, but when I do, it’s usually unnecessary. It’s a product of overthinking, I’m sure. My therapist and I have the kind of rapport where once when I told him one of these dumb worries, he rolled his eyes at me, because he knows I know I’m being ridiculous.

4) TV’s Adrian Monk is known for his outstanding deductive powers, an homage to Sherlock Holmes. Have you read any of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s books featuring Sherlock Holmes? I have not, but maybe I’ll check them out at the library.

5) Monk was also known for fastidiousness and precision, an homage to Hercule Poirot. Have you read any of Agatha Christie’s books featuring Poirot? No, but I wouldn’t mind checking those out, either.

6) This song was written and performed by Grammy and Emmy winner Randy Newman. Do you have any trophies or plaques? I mean, does my Book-It medal count? It should. I did win a writing award in college, but that’s more of a certificate.

7) Before winning an Oscar in 2001, Mr. Newman had the distinction of having the most nominations (15) without a win. Do you consider yourself a graceful loser? I’m competitive and in a board game or other kind of friendly thing, I’m a little more vocal and animated. But for, like, legit things? Very graceful.

8) In 2003, when this song was introduced, Lance Armstrong won his fifth Tour de France. Later, he was disgraced in a doping scandal. Can you think of a time when a hero disappointed you? I can’t think of anything crushing. I’ve been disappointed in certain opinions and lapses in judgment, but fortunately, I’ve never had someone I’ve really loved and admired be terrible.

9) Random question — We’re catering lunch. Should we put you down for a burger or a taco? Taco! Vegetarian, of course.

Friday 5: Regionalism

  1. What regional colloquialism in your area would baffle people from elsewhere? I live in the Pittsburgh area, and Pittsburghese is a whole thing. I think the word “yinz” is the most famous example that a lot of people have probably heard mentioned when Pittsburgh is discussed, but other good ones are “n’at,” which is basically “and so forth,” and “jagoff,” which is basically a jerk. It is not, as some would have you believe, a cuss.
  2. What’s something you call by a name that differs from what most people in your region call it? I’m not sure. I don’t use a lot of Pittsburghese, but that’s mostly because I grew up far enough outside of the city that I didn’t hear it as much. Maybe some places? As sponsorships of arenas and things like that change, so do the names, and you can kind of tell someone’s age by how they know a place. There’s a concert pavilion that hasn’t been called Star Lake in decades, but that’s what people my parents’ age still call it.
  3.  What’s a normal food in your region that people in other regions might be weirded out by? Primanti’s sandwiches are the famous one, which depending on your taste either sounds amazing or terrible. Coleslaw and fries are put on the sandwich itself. There’s also a lot of Polish heritage around here and therefore Polish food, and I always joke that Polish food looks like someone was down to their last two ingredients in a pantry and mixed them together–haluski is cabbage and noodles, and then there’s also cottage cheese and noodles.
  4. What’s something in your area with an official name almost nobody refers to it by? See the above about place names. I also live near the college Washington & Jefferson, which everyone here shortens to “W&J.”
  5. What are the names of some convenience stores in your area? Sheetz, which started by distant relatives. GetGo, which is part of local grocery chain Giant Eagle.

As always, from Friday 5.

So there was a fun mishap on Saturday where I couldn’t get in the building at work due to something with the door code. At least I was able to come back home and work here, but still, not great.

The good news is it meant I was able to have lunch with Julie, who was in town for a bridal shower I got out of couldn’t make it to. She and Paul had plans to grab lunch, so they got takeout and I spent my half-hour break hanging out on the deck with them. Julie and her boyfriend, Michael, got engaged earlier this summer and are in the early stages of wedding planning, so we were chatting about that and mommy dearest. Like me, Julie doesn’t want a bridal shower because, like me, she doesn’t need the stuff, so we’ll see how that plays out.

In the evening, Paul and I went for a long walk on a nearby trail, then stopped over at the mall since we were really close to it, then in the morning made our weekly trip to the coffee shop in town and headed up to the mountains for another couple hours of hiking. When we were done, we went to my parents’ house for a bit.

I spent my Monday off enjoying a day at home, and man, waking up and walking down the hall of my house is great. So is the fact that the moving is done, although muscle memory is powerful–although neither of us has gone to the apartment instead of the house, we’ve both had some close calls.

This weekend, Brandon gets back from three weeks away doing military training, and the plan is for a Sunday zoo trip.