Just a quickie post to say I'm back in Kisco and miraculously didn't die on a street corner in NYC, despite my best efforts. I finally got my pictures, so the next post (covering Fri., Sat., and Sun.) will include photos. I'll go back and add some to the old posts as well. Right now I'm pretty exhausted, needing to catch up on all the sleep I passed up while on vaca and to readjust my eyes to being able to see more than ten feet in front of me. For real -- the city messes up your eyes and orientation. My boss and her husband also remarked on it when they came back from the Vermont countryside into the heart of Manhattan: "I changed my glasses and I still can't see!"
The big news here is that the German girl has arrived and moved in upstairs (along with her visiting friend). They both seem nice if a bit priss, but I really don't see much of them. The original one is a friend of the family (since the house owner's husband is German), but she's just come here for the summer to hang out, basically. I have no idea what she does all day or how she affords it. But whatever -- it's none of my business.
In more depressing news, the cat you may remember from the post where I complained she wouldn't eat is now desperately ill. Not eating for that long has put her into some sort of intensive care for cats and my boss is super-worried because she loves that cat a lot. I was pretty horrified to find all this out -- even if I wasn't the cat's biggest fan, I can definitely understand feeling like a pet is a member of your family. When they came back to the apartment and I told them she'd only been picking at her food, they said she would sometimes do that while they were gone (which confirmed my thinking that she was just pouting about being left with a stranger). Apparently it was something more serious than that, and it takes some sort of sickness or malfunction to make a cat stop eating like that. I told my boss that I certainly would've called them if I thought anything was seriously wrong, and she seemed to accept it.
On the one hand, I don't feel particularly guilty because I know I didn't do anything to cause this and could not have prevented it. On the other hand, I don't want my boss to feel like I killed her cat. So we'll see what happens.
Yesterday it was 98 degrees in Nashville, with a heat index of 111. What the actual eff? It was 87 here, 93 today, and everyone is complaining like it's the end of the world. I just shake my head and roll the windows down. I've started parking at the A&P grocery store about a half mile from the office rather than pay the ridiculous $3.50 per day meters across the street, but the walk to and from is really the only time I'm exposed to this "summer". Still got a redonk tan in the city, though.
Til tomorrow, check out this dude, who, besides being a blues king, was also the inspiration for a character in O Brother, Where Art Thou?:
Wish I still had Radio South!
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