A little scattered

I’ve been a little scattered lately. I arrived home from work on Monday to the sound of Kazoo cackling in the dark. The whole time I was taking my boots and jacket and stuff off, she kept saying “Hello,” and laughing, and I kept saying hello and laughing back. As soon as I got my stuff off, I went to let her out of her cage. But she wasn’t in her cage! And the door was wide open!

Gasp! I had forgotten to close her door in the morning. Kazoo burst out laughing from somewhere above me. Then she said “Bad bad bad bad bad bad!” and laughed some more. She was up on top of the Ikea Billy bookcase she is so fond of eating. She never gets more than a few bites in before I climb up there and fetch her down. But she had just had 10 uninterrupted hours of bookcase-eating bliss! And book-eating bliss! And complete freedom to do whatever she wanted!

She actually did surprisingly little damage, all things considered. She just ate some bookcase, and some books, and some cardboard magazine holders. Fortunately both Duncan and Rosie were over at GC’s house with him, so she didn’t have to fend off any predators.

The other scattered thing I did was show up 24 hours early for a lunch date with my friend Kindred, who is visiting from Calgary. So I ended up eating lunch by myself and eavesdropping on two women who were complaining about their boyfriends.

“He won’t vacuum or dust or scrub or anything,” said one. “But he used to have this job straightening shelves at the grocery store, so he’s obsessive about labels facing frontward. He’s always straightening cans and bottles, and he thinks this counts as tidying up and helping with the housework!”

Then the other one complained about how her guy thinks it’s okay just to spray the shower with shower-cleaning spray while he’s taking a shower, and then let the steam clean it.

After that they complained about how their guys weren’t ambitious enough and weren’t interested in bettering themselves or getting ahead. Then they agreed that their guys would have to grow up before they could marry them.

Oboe update: He’s feeling much better. His breathing is better. He’s got his chirp and his personality back! I’ve stopped hand-feeding him because he’s eating well on his own now. And he’s gained a gram! He was stretching and flapping both wings today, so maybe he’ll even be able to fly again someday. (I’m not counting on that one, though.)