I Will Just Tell Myself that I Left the Screen Door Open

Blegh. I totally have the heebie-jeebies. Mrs. Wigglebottom and I were sitting here pondering this computer game and wondering what to have for dinner when all of a sudden, it sounded like someone opened the screen door and grabbed the door knob.

I figured that it was the Butcher, so I didn’t bother to get up and check, but no one came in. Then I figured it was just some random noise.

However, just now, I heard it again, the sound of the screen door opening, that scrape it has to do against the door frame in order to open, because it’s off plumb, and the sound of someone jiggling the door knob. Mrs. Wigglebottom was happy to growl from under the table, but would not come to the door.

I went.

And…

Nothing, just the screen door standing open at a perfect 90 degree angle to the door frame, no breeze, no neighbor kids playing outside, no rustling of passing hobos.

Update on Saturday, September 9, 2006 at 05:06PM

You know, also, how stupid is it of me to hear something weird at the front door that so freaks out even the dog that she won’t join me and I just fling open the door?

Not very wise on my part.

Everything is Fine; I Still Feel Like Crying

I think it was Malia or Ivy who pulled me aside at the blogger meet-up and asked where Exador was.  I perhaps should have said he was off doing birthday boy things, but I’m a little slow on the up-take today.  Instead, I was struck by how cute it is that someone thinks he lives here.

The Butcher is going to take a pay-cut and do room service.

I don’t even care.  Well, obviously I care, but not in some way I can think about right now, because it makes me feel like the ground beneath my feet is not sturdy.

The meet-up was really cool, though.  Michael Rosenblum spoke about his belief that cheep video cameras and and lap-tops represent a revolution like the printing press, taking an art form (in this case television) and opening it up to everyone to participate in.

I don’t know.  It was kind of inspiring.

Okay, that’s it.  I’ve got nothing else.

Hmm.   Well, this post ended on a weak note and didn’t even start off that well.  What can you do?

Friday: It’s Not Just a Movie

On the plus side, he might get to work as a security guard or maybe delivering room service.  On the minus side, as they say, "You got to be a stupid motherfucker to get fired on your day off."

Also, on the plus side, I did not lay in the bathtub getting drunk and throwing up on myself until I fell asleep, as might have been an acceptable way to spend the evening, all things considered.  On the negative side, I did lay here on his bed staring at his ceiling wondering where all his bedding is and whether there’s anything else bad he’s not telling me until just now, when I decided that laying around feeling sorry for one’s self is an unproductive way to pass the time, even if it’s clearly well deserved.

 So long lunches with friends, new bras, more than one pair of shoes!  See ya later vast amounts of groceries of wide varieties that carried us through weeks.  Das viedanya buying the occasional book or cd that catches my eye.  Sayonara slightly more expensive toilet paper.  I’ll probably miss you most of all.

Back to being frugal, I guess.  Maybe they really will keep him on in some other capacity.  Let’s hope so.  He’ll find out tomorrow.  Please keep your fingers crossed for us.