It is a beautiful day in Cheyenne and Frontier Days is just up the road. I can hear the flutes from the Indian Village wafting down the street on the breeze.
I really want to work on the porch today.
I went out to my chair with my phone, coffee and laptop. I posted a photo on Twitter. Then…my wireless connection pooped out. Then it came back. Then it went away again.
Drastic action was needed. I went into The Boy’s office and set about moving the router from the floor to someplace…higher.
KnowSocial’s IT department was on it.
Obi got up on the desk and dropped down behind it. He looked at Oliver and me from the hole where cables run through to the equipment.
I asked him to lift the power strip up and put something under it. He didn’t. Then I asked him if he knew how to get out from behind the desk. He walked out from the side. Hmph, easier than I expected.
Then he went back behind the desk by getting up on the desktop and dropping down again.
When The Boy was home for lunch he said yes, that’s Obi’s favorite thing to do. The first time, The Boy thinks, was an accident.
Anyway, with only two hands and eight paws we were able to get the router up to the desktop. Operation: Work On The Porch continues this afternoon.
I wear many hats with my company, one of which is greeter at registration desks for conferences that come to town. This is a fantastic job. I get to talk to people and tell them about Cheyenne. There’s also food. And goody bags. Sales people, after sitting at a conference for two days, have no interest in carting their giveaways back to their office – they’ll insist that you need two or three of everything they are handing out.
The downside of this job can be the hours. Like yesterday, when I had to get up before Oliver even wanted breakfast so I could be at the conference center at 6 a.m. BLEH. I helped for a couple hours, came home to work for a couple hours, then returned to the conference for the afternoon. When we had a funnel cloud and the sirens went off for about 15 minutes.
Kitten Thunder was NOT happy with me for not being home when something loud and scary was going on. My poor, stressed out grey kitten was already in a state over the huge hail storm we’d had the night before. He and I had been upstairs when it started. It was LOUD. SO LOUD. Oliver declared that we needed to go back downstairs. I joined The Boy, looking out the door at the storm, while Oli loudly demanded that we come back to the hallway – the interior space away from windows as the guy on the radio is always saying.
This morning I had the luxury of only having to be at the conference at 7 a.m. So at least I got up at my normal time.
I had my clothes on, hair and makeup done, and breakfast eaten before I needed to leave so I turned to the grey kitten. “Oliver, let’s go have a quick snuggle before I have to leave.”
Oli sat down and gave me a hard stare. Quick? Leave?
In a way that made it clear that he found NOTHING he liked in that sentence, Oliver stood and walked slowly up the stairs. He flicked his tail with attitude as he turned the corner and left my sight.
No snuggle for The Girl.
Oliver and Obi were signed up for the box of the month club for Christmas. Another box came today. They would like it better if the boxes didn’t come filled with beer, but something is needed to hold the box down if UPS comes when The Girl isn’t home.
Yesterday was a holiday. I didn’t realize this until dinner time on Sunday night, in spite of the fact that I mentioned it on numerous client Facebook pages. But it was a nice surprise.
On three day weekends, I kind of split the difference between working and not working because there’s really not a day that I don’t work a little bit. I did a little bit of client work. Then I started to clean my office.
I haven’t worked in my office for about two months. At least. Part of the problem is that it is colder in that room than any other in the house. Another part of the problem is that there were shelves that kept my chair from rolling around freely, making it hard to back up far enough to access the power strip for plugging things in – things like my laptop and a space heater. So, yesterday, I fixed it.
I moved the shelves from behind my chair to under the window. I thought they would be slightly too tall, but they fit perfectly. And they are just right for Obi to stalk vicious leaves that blow up onto the outside sill.
Oliver walked into the office, sniffed the sewing machine, scratched his chin on a box, and left. Obi had to bring him back in to show him the new shelves.
After I moved the condo out, I put this box on my desk. It is the perfect size for a kitten.
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We have had a long week.
We have had a long MONTH.
Two Sundays ago, I was in Rock Springs. Then last week I was camping. And for the last six evenings I have been out of the house. Last night, Outlook a.k.a the company that purchased Hotmail and immediately set out to make it unusable even when it isn’t crashing, wouldn’t let me send attachments. At 3:30 a.m. I gave up and sent it from a different email service.
Oliver and Obi, at 3:30 a.m., promised that they wouldn’t wake me up asking for breakfast at 6 a.m. if I fed them before I went to bed.
Surprisingly, this promise was kept.
The Boy tells me that Oliver attempted to get breakfast when they got up but several factors tipped him off. First, they hadn’t been pestering me and bothering him in the process. Second, Obi wanted his belly rubbed. Third, Oliver was only going through the motions and was actually perfectly happy not to be fed.
With this actually still-full belly, Oli returned to bed and worked his way into my arms. These are the things that Sunday should be made of.
Until at least noon.
The short week that follows a long weekend is always SO long. Kitten Thunder has been needing many naps that I haven’t had time to take with them.
Last night, after The Boy and I had some beer, the kittehs got me under a blanket and got some super napping done before bedtime.
But, after a long day – long because Oliver was up at 5 a.m. to start waking me for breakfast – the kittehs were ready for a nap by 4 p.m.
And I was part of their equation.
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For work today, I had to go shopping. Since I spent the afternoon outside of the house I had to bring the kittehs a present.
Oliver loves it. He’ll like it even more when he figures out it is a bag.