20 June
So yesterday was a day of fresh air.
I sat in the backyard with the kitties just soaking it in, then went in to get Cynthia and Bonnie to come out and join me. Fran and Molly were at the store, by the way, it's not that I went inside and said "You two, come out with me, you two, stay in the house, you're not wanted!"
So Cynthia comes out and puts Bonnie on the ground and she immediately cries "Gigat!" and starts toddling relentlessly towards the cats, who scattered in terror.
But she followed, her little legs pistoning like mad, until they were all huddled frantically by the door "Let us back in, we've had enough of the great outdoors!
Cynthia and I sat there for awhile chatting, and then I saw Baldrick at the kitchen window, clawing at the screen to come out, so I let him back into the garden, but Hurricane Bonnie was right at him again.
It really was terribly funny to see him run from one end of the yard to the other, and to see her follow. And follow. And follow. It's very similar to how the cats torture Monty, by sitting really close to him and staring until he runs away hissing, when they casually stroll after him and repeat the process.
I guess what goes around comes around, eh Balders?
Then, at one point, a shower of water suddenly came from over the next door fence, apparently after their tot dropped the hose, and I frantically checked the health of my laptop (the cover was closed, fortunately) and we dried off various items, then I glanced over at the kitchen window and saw a soaked and fed-up Baldrick clinging to the screen, with Bonnie closing in...
I relented and let him back inside. Poor bunny.
When I went back in myself, I checked my email and Tracing had written, asking me if I wanted to hang out in the park. So I called her on her cell phone (okay, okay, maybe they're useful sometimes) and went to meet her at my favourite spot in NY, Bryant Park.
It wasn't quite as good as it could be, since they were reseeding or something and the grass was cordoned off. Which meant that everyone was huddled round the edges, staring sadly at the great expanse of untouchable green. It was still nice, though.
We decided to go see The General's Daughter, a fine fine motion picture. John Travolta was good, though since he had to be military he was a little too tamped down for my taste, loved Madelyn Stowe, and James Woods was simply the James Woodsiest thing in all the land.
He is only so fine.
Afterwards, Tracing turned to me and said, regarding one of the characters "Now, who was that guy again?"
"What do you mean? He was such and such!"
"But what did he do in the rest of the movie?"
"He did this, that and the other! He had this conversation and this one and did these things! How can you not know who he was? Were you not paying any attention?"
"Look, you know how some people think all Chinese people look alike? Or all black people? Well, I happen to think that all white guys in Army uniforms look alike! I think it's fair!"
There has been this weird discussion on Diary L about me.
A guy wrote in and basically said "The Mighty Kymm, so what?" and people have been springing to my aid and agreeing with him and yelling at him and saying that they didn't read me either and all kinds of stuff.
Personally, I'm hoping that everyone will shut the hell up before the conversation turns into:
"Well, I don't really like her after all, I only read her because everyone else does."
"Wait a minute, I only read her because everyone else does!"
"Hold everything!"
And my entire readership folds like a pack of cards.
Happy Father's Day, I miss you, Daddy.
Today's horoscope:
Entertainment mixed with food is a good bet for pleasure today. Have people over, socialize at a friend's, or go to a dinner party.
One year ago today:
"But he seems like such a nice old man!" and I said "Well, he may seem that way, but in fact he is evil and must be destroyed!"
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