April 26th, 2005

2013, cyd, new

do your cats have beds?

chloe' sleeps on a body pillow on my bed at the wall that she sheds on so i don't use it. i have to clean the fur off daily.

henry sleeps either on the corner of my bed, atop silk flowers or in my messenger bag. no really, i have pictures, i'll post them later. the bag i'm currently using has a silk flower on it. he went berzerk with glee last night. there's now cat spit all over the flower from him licking it.

leeloo sleeps somewhere in the studio (easier to type than workroom) under the furniture in a nest of empty plastic shopping bags, or right behind and under my computer chair.

jack sleeps in the rut in doc's matress, on doc's living room chair and on top of henry when possible. he really hasn't found his "thing", he's still young.

if i wanted them to sleep all together, i would simply make a quilt of rip-stop fabric. they would never leave it.

i continue to look for commonalities so i can make them a big bed they will all sleep in. but i think i'm going to have to go with the parachute fabric quilt.
2013, cyd, new

turkey reubens

they just seem wrong. i've always felt that, though two of the places i managed sold a lot of them. it just seems so empty without the sweet bite of the corned beef. turkey pastrami, i could almost understand, but then my reuben eating is limited to a deli in new york, as i don't like two of the components and just tried it because i was in new york city and the thing was six inches tall, open faced and even with a fork hard to eat prettily. while turkey has its proper place in today's deli, it just seems far too bland a meat to compete with even the rye bread.

of course in one place i was forced to make and serve with a straight face corned beef reubens on cinnamon raisin bagels. that was when i knew i had to get out of the east. like working in the deli of a supermarket hadn't convinced me in high school - chipped ham, or chipped (as in super thin slicing style) chopped ham (only slightly more appealing than really fresh head cheese) piled on wonder bread with white american cheese and presumably some equally distasteful (to me) condiment.

once we moved back east, i never ever traded my lunch.