RTBTCKI (The Cats are Plotting Edition)
Oct. 10th, 2007 10:27 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
puppetmakerRather late in the morning for me but Peter let me sleep in and got up with our cheerful Caroline. I have to face facts that my daughter is a morning person. She is an afternoon and evening person too. She packs more into a day than some people do in a lifetime. This was a case of who could get their eyes to stay open and mine just wouldn't do it this morning. I did get up in time to get the paper recycling out for pick-up
Peter is such a good father. I don't think his abilities to play with his daughters makes him any less of a man nor his ability to take care of them when I am not around. Yeah, I was reading that article in TIME magazine this morning about fathers who take care of their kids. But I think men who can play with and take care of their children are more manly than those who run screaming into the night rather than change a poopy diaper or sit down to an imaginary tea party with their daughter. I find it kinda sexy.
My father made time to interact with us when he got home from work. He read to us. He said prayers with us. He played with us. He watched cartoons with us. It was not strange to me that Peter could take care of his kids because I knew that my father could take care of me. I didn't find out until I went to school that my father paid more attention to me than most fathers did to their children. I had a good childhood and now I am trying to make sure that my daughter has the same.
The cats are plotting something. I found them in a perfect equilateral triangle looking at each other or something in the middle I couldn't see. Then Stalin meowed and they all went three different directions. I guess the household cat meeting was over.
The weather seems to be changing. These 80 and 90 degree days in October just feel wrong. I want to open my windows and let the cold crisp air into my house. According to the weather forecast, that is the direction we are heading by the end of the week. I don't want to just go from Summer to Winter. I want my Fall doggonit.
Fox must be shaking in their booties because the World Series is coming down to the teams with some of the smallest audiences in Major League Baseball. I think it is good that it can come down to any team not just the ones on big markets. There was an interesting discussion on WFAN the other day about baseball clubs not trading away their best prospects in their farm teams for players with track records. It seems that more teams are taking a page from the Braves playbook and trying to create a winning team from within rather than from without and the large amounts of money needed to hire free agents. They were speculating what was going to happen to all the players that become free agents this year who are in the middle to lower tier of the pack but still decent ball players. A bunch of them might find themselves playing for team not in the MLB or for foreign teams.
I had a number of X-rays of my spine taken yesterday as a beginning of trying to figure out what is wrong with my lower back. It uses to be an annoyance but it now seems to becoming chronic which concerns me. I need my back for so many things. The only thing that would be worse would be something going wrong with my hands considering how much I depend on them. I know that my grandmother had arthritis in her hands and I wonder what is going to happen to me down the road.
I am grateful for my childhood.
Peter is such a good father. I don't think his abilities to play with his daughters makes him any less of a man nor his ability to take care of them when I am not around. Yeah, I was reading that article in TIME magazine this morning about fathers who take care of their kids. But I think men who can play with and take care of their children are more manly than those who run screaming into the night rather than change a poopy diaper or sit down to an imaginary tea party with their daughter. I find it kinda sexy.
My father made time to interact with us when he got home from work. He read to us. He said prayers with us. He played with us. He watched cartoons with us. It was not strange to me that Peter could take care of his kids because I knew that my father could take care of me. I didn't find out until I went to school that my father paid more attention to me than most fathers did to their children. I had a good childhood and now I am trying to make sure that my daughter has the same.
The cats are plotting something. I found them in a perfect equilateral triangle looking at each other or something in the middle I couldn't see. Then Stalin meowed and they all went three different directions. I guess the household cat meeting was over.
The weather seems to be changing. These 80 and 90 degree days in October just feel wrong. I want to open my windows and let the cold crisp air into my house. According to the weather forecast, that is the direction we are heading by the end of the week. I don't want to just go from Summer to Winter. I want my Fall doggonit.
Fox must be shaking in their booties because the World Series is coming down to the teams with some of the smallest audiences in Major League Baseball. I think it is good that it can come down to any team not just the ones on big markets. There was an interesting discussion on WFAN the other day about baseball clubs not trading away their best prospects in their farm teams for players with track records. It seems that more teams are taking a page from the Braves playbook and trying to create a winning team from within rather than from without and the large amounts of money needed to hire free agents. They were speculating what was going to happen to all the players that become free agents this year who are in the middle to lower tier of the pack but still decent ball players. A bunch of them might find themselves playing for team not in the MLB or for foreign teams.
I had a number of X-rays of my spine taken yesterday as a beginning of trying to figure out what is wrong with my lower back. It uses to be an annoyance but it now seems to becoming chronic which concerns me. I need my back for so many things. The only thing that would be worse would be something going wrong with my hands considering how much I depend on them. I know that my grandmother had arthritis in her hands and I wonder what is going to happen to me down the road.
I am grateful for my childhood.
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Date: 2007-10-10 02:31 pm (UTC)The cats are plotting something. I found them in a perfect equilateral triangle looking at each other or something in the middle I couldn't see. Then Stalin meowed and they all went three different directions. I guess the household cat meeting was over.
Our cats do this too. I worry sometimes.
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Date: 2007-10-10 03:20 pm (UTC)"Dogs have Owners; Cats have Staff"
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Date: 2007-10-10 03:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-10 03:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-10 03:54 pm (UTC)When she was a baby, I'd get up for the night feedings and change her, etc. while Red got ready for "docking procedures". There was a commercial or comedy bit back then--I forget which--that had a line in it that I used as my mantra (and still do):
"You're a dad--it's your job."
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Date: 2007-10-10 06:23 pm (UTC)As for the weather, as long as it doesn't get cold until we've finished refinishing the floors and can replace the radiators, I'm good.