my weekend. part one.
Jun. 18th, 2002 11:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rmdsaturday:
so, friday night, i went over to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
claudia_'s place with bonaparte so the cat could maybe get some mousing in or at least just hang out there smelling like a predator to keep the mice away. and the cat seemed okay hanging out and was milling around being a happy cat and we left her on the second floor when it was time to go to sleep. and then i woke up fairly early on saturday and went back to my place to check on the other two cats and then picked my brother johnd up so we could go down to my folks' place on the cape.
the idea was for my folks and john and ed and ed's wife and i to go to lunch to celebrate father's day. and we did and it was good. and even though i pulled the waitress aside to tell her to give the check to me, my brother ed went off to the men's room and caught the waitress there and actually paid the bill. i'm just pleased we managed to keep it away from my dad. it's often a trick to try and pay the bill when my dad is around.
and so we hung out some more and then john and i drove back to boston and i dropped him off and checked on cats and then went to claudia's, where bonaparte was still hanging out, spending most of her time under the love seat in the second floor kitchen.
when i got to claudia's, my back was hurting, and i have no idea why. i hadn't done anything particularly stressful, and there had been no trauma on my back. but it hurt.
i brought the cat upstairs and went to bed; claudia was doing some work and was going to be up afterwards and bring the litterbox with her for the cat.
so, friday night, i went over to
claudia_'s place with bonaparte so the cat could maybe get some mousing in or at least just hang out there smelling like a predator to keep the mice away. and the cat seemed okay hanging out and was milling around being a happy cat and we left her on the second floor when it was time to go to sleep. and then i woke up fairly early on saturday and went back to my place to check on the other two cats and then picked my brother johnd up so we could go down to my folks' place on the cape.the idea was for my folks and john and ed and ed's wife and i to go to lunch to celebrate father's day. and we did and it was good. and even though i pulled the waitress aside to tell her to give the check to me, my brother ed went off to the men's room and caught the waitress there and actually paid the bill. i'm just pleased we managed to keep it away from my dad. it's often a trick to try and pay the bill when my dad is around.
and so we hung out some more and then john and i drove back to boston and i dropped him off and checked on cats and then went to claudia's, where bonaparte was still hanging out, spending most of her time under the love seat in the second floor kitchen.
when i got to claudia's, my back was hurting, and i have no idea why. i hadn't done anything particularly stressful, and there had been no trauma on my back. but it hurt.
i brought the cat upstairs and went to bed; claudia was doing some work and was going to be up afterwards and bring the litterbox with her for the cat.
