Love it (I do!) or hate it, the ABC’s little time filler before the 7pm news, Minuscule has hidden talents.
Apart from making me chortle like a YouTube-famous baby, it mesmerises my tiny-brained cat, Dora the Explorer.
Pic or it didn’t happen:
Sitting on the bed with a sleepy cat, up at my parents’ place. I fell asleep earlier when I should have been doing some work. And now I’m awake and blogging instead of doing what I should be doing.
Actually, what I should be doing is packing boxes and throwing out 20 years’ of crap. But here I sit.
Saturday I fly back down to Sydney for a round of property inspections. Fingers crossed and prayers floated that I find something me and Dora the Explorer can live in without (a) going mad and (b) going broke.
I’m hopeful on both counts as there seems to be a lot of places for rent at the moment, but it’s just the logistics that are befuddling me at the moment.
I haven’t been on so many planes since my basketball reporting days. Good thing I don’t get plane crash dreams on a regular basis … oh wait … lol.
Ah well. Just got to get through the next 10 days making good progress every day, then I have a few days relaxing on a hot, sunny beach with several bottles of champagne and great company. And then the big push through to January 7.
I suspect starting a new job will be the relaxing part.
I’m having an oddly contented Monday.
Cricket’s on the teev … NFL’s on the other channel … Dora is settling in for a long wash and a nap … and the Chest Infection of Doom is starting to ease.
I was just thinking how good it could be if I could somehow make money while watching cricket, NFL and the cat when I fielded a call from the nice chap who’s been giving me some casual subbing work. He wants to send me about three times as much as work starting tomorrow so, yay!
Don’t want to say too much else for fear of mozzing myself but I have another little nibble on the line. Ssshhhhh.
If you’re of a mind to send up a good thought/prayer/vibe … feel free.
If your workplace is anything like the one I used to inhabit, this does the rounds regularly … particularly Alan, Alan, Alan.
Genius of a particularly British kind.
Meet Dora. She’s an explorer. 12 weeks old, tortoiseshell.
Totally did not mean to meet Dora today. I was heading to the Animal Welfare League tomorrow to adopt a couple of kittens. And I made the mistake of wandering into my local pet store this afternoon to get some supplies — litter, food, bowls, travel cage, catnip-laden coma inducers. You know the drill.
And there she was. The lone kitten in the store. The staff gave me the full box of Kleenex. Her sister was sold yesterday, she’s been pining ever since. She’s been here too long and we’re desperate to get her in a good home before Friday … death day, presumably. Sure, just go in the cage and see if you get on.
*rolling my eyes*
Totally fell for it. Took about 5 and a half minutes, I think.
House totally not kitten-proof. But she seems to be dealing. Lost her completely for about an hour this evening. Just figured she was being Dora.
And then she snuggled in totally unprompted for a schmooze. As you do.
I think I still will go and get another the same age if possible from the AWL. I want them socialised and I want them to be company for each other when I’m down in the saltmine 10 hours a day.
Anyway. Say hello to Dora. She’s an explorer.