February 16, 2004
Weekend, and gratituous kittenness
All in all it was a lovely weekend. We went a little housecleaning crazy on Saturday, and I ended up rearranging my desk again. It's a good thing, though. I've finally managed to keep most of my writing materials (books, notebooks, story drafts) close to hand, which means they might get put back in place sometimes, instead of left lying on my desk.
We watched "Secondhand Lions", which I admit, I hadn't really wanted to see at first. It was much better than I thought. It was shamelessly sentimental, and probably even a little emotionally manipulative, but hey, there's swashbuckling! (Here's where I should probably confess to crying like a baby at the ending, but I'll spare you the description of my blubbering.)
Sunday? Well, Sunday was all about the Daytona 500. I've come to accept my fondness for NASCAR. It might always be a guilty pleasure, but at least I can bring myself to talk about it. The race was pretty cool, although being a newbie to the sport, I've had a hard time wrapping my head around the uproar caused by some of this year's rule changes.
There was an uproar of an entirely different sort in our house when Dale Earnhardt, Jr took the lead 19 laps before the end, and then went on to win. I don't think I've ever heard my mom yell like that before (Junior's her favorite). The cats certainly hadn't, and have been cowering from her ever since.
Speaking of the cats, I happened to catch them snoozing in my mom's chair and had to take a picture:
