Suggestions for my upcoming South Korea trip have come in from several directions, and include everything from dating advice (hah, as if!) to tour recommendations (most useful). A coworker said she sees me meeting a nice childless Korean widower and getting married--I told her if that happens, I will fly her over for the wedding! Seriously, I am looking forward to visiting the DMZ, Namsan Tower, taking the cable car, going on a hike, and eating lots of good food.
I interviewed a second cat this evening, but he is too young right now to be adopted. Five week old kittens are so absurdly tiny. The five I saw were wee fuzz balls with stiff short tails and clumsy movements, like animated toys. There were two calicoes, a tortie and two dark tabbies, one with a tuxedo chest. The little guy I liked looks to be a miniature version of Trixie--ye olde standard brown tabby, sans white. So much for variety. But if similar coloration implies a similarly mild character, there is no reason to deviate from the tried and true.
I bought a laser pointer. Trixie is not immune to the siren call of the uncatchable red dot. It's much easier for me to encourage her to gallop from the dining room to the bedroom this way than it is by trailing the cat wand. I'm less likely to trip over her or my own feet while shining a light from a standing position than when jogging.
Petra and I went out to eat at a fish camp in Edgefield, SC, this evening. They have the best grits I've tasted. It had been nineteen years since I had last been--a dreadful evening which I spent mainly holed up in the ladies room, miserable for having broken up with my boyfriend. They serve their sweet iced tea in mason jars, and the ice is the size of BBs--I don't usually have sweet tea, but theirs is delicious. Goats and geese and ducks roam the ponds and paddocks around the building, and on the porch was a single black and white tomcat that waylaid the two of us as we left with takeaway boxes--I offered him a pinch of fried catfish, which he enthusiastically devoured.
Petra's new car is plush--like me, she's a Honda girl, and she'd driven her last one until the locks had broken and the only way she was able to enter was through the passenger side. She had briefly considered getting a used vehicle, but then had been called for jury duty on a major drugs case--and learned that big-time cocaine runners had been making a practice of renting cars, secreting kilos of drugs in the tires and driving hundreds of miles to exchange the goods for cash, which was put in the tires on the return trip. She couldn't help but wonder thereafter if the year-old models on the market (which weren't so much cheaper than brand new) had been used for such nefarious purposes, and since she works in public education, she had visions of the campus drug dogs pinpointing her vehicle as suspect for that reason. So, she bought a really new car, reasoning that she'd get her money's worth out of it just like she had the last one.
My own car is starting to make unpleasant noises. But my mom is out of town at the moment, and besides, the glass people are coming to fix a chip in my windshield tomorrow, so I cannot take it to the shop until next week. My uncle finally got the key to the house where we're setting up the estate sale for his friend's mother, so that process gets underway this weekend.