GrumbleNovember 12, 2004
Grrrr. I'm grumpy.
Grump. Grump, grump, grump. No good reason for it, either. Ain't like I'm depressed, or even unhappy. Just grumpy with the world. I suppose it could have something to do with the fact that I've spent the last two hours in the car making four stops on ALL sides of Oakland. Seriously, I've been around this whole city, up 13, over on 80 to 980 to 880, into Alameda, up High Street, over on 580 to San Leandro and back. On two hours sleep. In traffic.
And when I got to Gray Wolf, my favorite bookstore in the whole world, to sell my five bags of really excellent grown-up type books, the lady looked at me coming in with my bags and said, "We're closing soon."
"It's 5o'clock. I thought you closed at six."
"We do. And we're not buying books."
"You always buy books!"
"Only good ones."
"Well, these are good ones."
"No, we don't have time before we close."
"Are you serious?" I was thinking about the forty minutes I had just spent in the car trying to get to the shop.
"You have any classics?"
"Sort them out and I'll look at them."
"I'll go to Moe's, instead, thanks." I don't usually play the competitor card, but I was just annoyed. Such a little, silly thing. But I grumbled all the way back home.
Luckily, I get to see the La in half-an-hour. We might attempt to introduce our animals. Don't worry, we're going to go slowly. We had the dogs in my new place a LOT for the first week, before the kits came home. They're used to smelling the dogs on me, too. We're going to first just show them to each other, keeping the pups on leashes in the doorway. Maybe next time we'll make it a little longer. Slowly, slowly. It's the only way this might work. And still I think Digit is going to be PISSED. Literally, probably.
All right. The grumps are lifting. This helps:
Little freckle-nosed Adah. How I love thee, and how freaking annoying you are in the morning when you stand on my head.
Have a great weekend, y'all. I'll tell you about the 26 on Monday! Mwah!