The week in review

Hmm. What have been the highlights of my week?

1. I got a ticket for the Smashing Pumpkins & Queens of the Stone Age concert. I am very enamoured of the fact I get to see two bands I like for the price of one. I don’t even care that the Smashing Pumpkins is just Billy Corgan, Jimmy Chamberlin + two others. I wasn’t cool enough to be born in the early 80s.

I’m still hoping that
  – Modest Mouse
  – Radiohead
will tour NZ soon!

I also hope
  – Unkle
  – Battles
  – Spoon
  – LCD Soundsystem
come back sometime, because I missed all of them at BDO (with the exception of Spoon).

2. I went to the library and got out a stack of books (chick lit & non-fiction, my two favourite genres). Half the fun of going to the library is not knowing what I’ll end up taking home with me (reserves are for suckers … unless you’re dying to read the book, of course … which means I’ve just contradicted myself). Anyway, sometimes the choice available leads me to get a bit carried away. I can normally measure this by how many times I drop a book on the floor on the way to the issue desk, the car, my room, etc. I can’t help it. Books are like a drug for me, and I’ve got to have as many as I can.
3. I also started a pig exercise regime after weeks of being all talk, no action. I actually overthought what would be involved in bacon boot camp, because my first instinct of just walking Lily in circles (or squares, if that’s what you’re into) turned out to be the right way to shed those excess kilos. I really don’t have a clue what I thought the alternatives would be. Recreational sport? Aquatics classes? Belly dancing?!

Yeah, I don’t think you can beat that for an exciting week.

Meet Sabre!

Sabre is a 10 month old police dog reject, and the newest addition to our family. He’s a real sweetie, but really, really, really needs some training. He has already managed to eat half our washing pegs, jump over the fence to chase a car and completely cover the window he is sitting in front of with his saliva. And that’s the super condensed version.

You’ll have to excuse my shoddy photography (not that I’m much of a photographer anyway). Sabre thought trying to eat the camera was more fun than sitting for a portrait and not being able to eat the camera. I gave up after 5 or so photos.

I dream of catfood

Our house sounded like it was holding rehearsals this morning for Cat: the musical. All my mum, brother and I could hear for 2 minutes intervals was my brother’s cat going meow meow MEOW meow MEOW MEOW ME-OW meow meow MEOW meow MEOW meow. He’d shut up if you went to see what the hell he was doing though. He loves attention.

I have a sneaking suspicion that his theatrics somehow influenced my pre-waking dream. My brother’s cat normally reserves that intensity of caterwauling for when he wants to fill his stomach, and I normally oblige him. The dream involved me walking briskly home from the supermarket, balancing a stack of 5 cat food tins on the palm of my left hand. Even in my dreams I can’t resist feeding the little charmer.

He is fast asleep on my bed now - probably dreaming of catfood if his twitching is anything to go by.