It has been a very busy week, not to mention an incredibly hectic summer. As it is improbable that I could record the happenings of this entire summer, I will be content with shedding light upon some of the events of the past seven days. The first major highlight happened last Wednesday at our monthly Board meeting. After the meeting had ended, I stood and went to stretch, when my left foot decided to both give out and fall asleep at the same time. I slow tumbled backwards and, although I did manage to save my ass from getting unnecessarily beaten, I was unable to prevent my left arm from getting a large purple bruise. The bruise ended up being so extensive that it looked more like something that one would find in a spousal abuse case than as a result of a slow motion fall.
The next event happened later that same evening, when I learned that my husband has landed the role in our fall play, Boeing Boeing. It is a comical farce in which the lead is juggling three different fiances who all work in a different Boeing Boeing plan as stewardesses. The comedy begins when there is a faster Jumbo Jet introduced and the perfect schedule he was working falls to chaos. It is a good thing that I am the type of person who was more excited and proud of my husband than worried that he is going to be making out on stage with three separate women; none of them myself.
The third highlight I feel the need to document happened on Friday. We got a call from one of our close friends around 4:30pm and she said that her husband and herself had found a cat in the back of their apartment complex and we needed to come take it. I should interject here by pointing out that the reason they could not keep the cat was that they have a very large, hyper dog, making the environment non conducive to a scared feline. What we found was a 7 week old kitten, who we promptly put in a cat carrier, took to the vet (just in case) and then went to PetsMart on the way home to get some kitten chow. She has been huddled up under our bed for the past two days and, though she comes out to eat and drink, she is content to be under the bed and has not yet allowed us to gain her trust. Hopefully, with this being a calmer environment, she will eventually come out and realize that we only mean the best for her. Her name is Ballista.
