When you're high you never ever want to come down

A long, quiet weekend. Veronica has been out in western MA getting more schooling in Ayurveda since Friday. Me and the kitty have done things like watch movies (Star Wars: The Force Awakens, The Witch, Solaris) read from The Disaster Artist, the hilarious and touching book about the making of The Room, one of the best and strangest movies I've ever seen. We've, well, I've gone for bike rides (Saturday found me on the bike path riding through the oppressive heat deep into Arlington) and worked on music (I've got a song written on our baritone ukulele that has finally gotten some attention after gathering dust for a few months).

Veronica returns early this evening but then goes back on Friday for a marathon ten days. We're not keen about all this time apart, but we'll get through it. As interwoven as we are, we always endeavor to give each as much space to thrive within the relationship. Ayurveda is important to V and, despite her protestations about going (what can I say, she thinks I'm a cool dude to be around), we both agree this is the right thing for her to be doing.

So our little man town adventure will extend a bit longer. Me and baby Kikuchiyo will probably benefit from a woman's sensibilities by the time V is finished with school.

Okay, bye.

I keep giving bad people good ideas

Kikuchiyo is eating his dinner. We were playing the laser pointer game for a bit and then he was like "Son, I need to put some grub in my belly! Play time is over."

Oh, yeah, Kikuchiyo is our cat. We got him last week after the other cat we thought we were going to get got adopted. It all happened so fast. Veronica saw him on Pet Finder and a day later he was ours. He's adjusting well, our little boy. He's pretty much acquainted with the downstairs, though he still occasionally hauls his ass back to our room if something spooks him.

Veronica woke up Sunday morning to use the bathroom and couldn't find him. I had gotten up to use the bathroom around two thirty and he was on the window sill looking cute. I had closed the door tight behind me. The closet door was also shut tight. Where did he go?

We went through the room moving furniture, looking in drawers. We checked the closet, though we knew he couldn't have gotten in there. Did he fall out the window? Nope, the screens in both windows were tightly secured. What the fuck!

We checked downstairs. I took a walk around the house. No sign. He just vanished. We regrouped in the bedroom after a couple of hours of looking. Veronica said kittens often hide in box springs. Mine is not elevated so we checked the sides. No openings.

There was nothing for it but to try and get some sleep. At that point, I had only gotten a few hours rest and V not much more. We had a lecture on the Bhagavad Gita given by V's guru and teacher, Babaji, to attend. It was going to last all day and we had volunteered to help set up chairs, tables, and food. We needed more sleep, but it didn't come. How could it? We were completely bewildered. Where the fuck was Kikuchiyo?

V went downstairs to use the bathroom and I lay in bed quietly, listening intently for any sound that might alert me to our little boy. Nothing for a few minutes but then I heard a soft thunk under the bed. I hadn't moved. And then it hit me: there was a tear in the box screen by the head of the box spring we missed. As it dawned on me, V came in the room. I asked her to check. She did and discovered a little kitty curled up inside it. The little fucker was under us the entire time!

Aside from that incident, we've been enjoying our time with Kikuchiyo. He's going to get pretty big, we think, given the fact he's got a lot of Maine Coon in him. We'll see.

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Ok, I'm out this piece. Little Kiku needs some head scratching.

Seems to me, you don't want to talk about it

I suppose I'd be better served typing this on my laptop what with all of my PC's issues, but here I am trudging through. Anyway, the issues are mere annoyances, like the persistent overworked fan in my tower that is fucking annoying but tolerable, and I can abide for a bit longer.

A lot going on but I don't have time to cover it all. I know, this is the tale of practically every post. What can I say, my time is limited these days. We've been busy, V and I, and free time to do things like post in a blog has been rare.

In addition to planning a wedding, which, as you're probably aware, takes no small effort, we've been house sitting, riding bikes (got mine last weekend; it'd been way too long), visiting friends and family, plotting tattoos, working, house cleaning (we're the only ones who ever do it), looking for pets, and planning for upcoming retreats. In the midst of all that, I'm trying to find time to create music. Hasn't been easy, but I'm doing it.

Anyway

I need to split. Forgive the short, boring, unnecessary post. Better than nothing, right? Right?

Okay, then. Bye!