We had a really quiet, low-key evening last night--not that
most
of our evenings aren't quiet and low-key, but it just seemed nice
for some reason.
I made a stir-fry dinner with shrimp and vegetables--green beans,
brocolli and asparagus--with rice, and we sat in front of the television
and watched something, I don't remember now what--probably the Golf
Channel, we watch a lot of that. Oh--Babylon 5, as we always do,
then the Golf Channel.
Bob was lying on the end of the sofa where I usually sit, covered
up with an afghan, with Pyewacket on his lap, so I sat in his
usual spot with my feet up on the coffee table.
Then I worked on the computer for awhile with Dinah on my lap,
redesigning my design site, and went to bed early. Just a quiet
night.
I watched Frequency Sunday night as part of my drive to
spend less time on the computer--I watched it on the computer,
but I wasn't on the computer, so to speak.
I liked the movie, although I wasn't crazy about the guy playing
the lead. I think I thought that Dennis Quaid, who I do
like, played the son rather than the father . . . and the
mother kept reminding me of Sandra Bullock. Which isn't
necessarily a bad thing, it just kept throwing me off.
Still, it was pretty good. An interesting premise. I keep an
open mind about stuff like time travel, although I think I
would draw the line at speaking to myself . . . Certainly
an interesting thing to think about.
Tonight was nice, too. I made spaghetti for dinner, then I
sat on the couch and knitted while we watched Night of
the Comet, which I had never seen. Not a great movie,
but fun. Bob let me try for awhile to figure out who Hector
was before he told me it was Robert Beltran, who more recently
played Chakotay on Star Trek: Voyager.
The big crisis tonight was Pywacket losing her make-up brush.
There's this big, fluffy powder brush that for some reason
ended up in the pencil and pen cup by the phone downstairs.
I have no idea why it was there in the first place, but she
discovered it, and it became one of her favorite things.
She'd get up on the counter and find it in the cup, grab
it with her mouth and carry it down to the floor with her,
where she'd alternately shake it (to "kill" it), or rub
it with her face.
Tonight she got up on the counter and looked all around, and
couldn't find it. We knew what she was looking for, of
course, and Bob got up to see if he could find it, if maybe
it had fallen off, or hadn't gotten put back after the last
time she played with it.
But he couldn't find it, and she laid down on the back of the
couch with her face on her paws and sulked. Bob said her
spirit was broken, and I got up to go see if I could find
her another one.
I had a set of make-up brushes in the closet that I'd never
used, and there was a similar powder brush in there, so I
brought it down and gave it to Bob, who showed it to her, and
while it obviously wasn't her make-up brush, she killed
it anyway.
I had to figure out the Dreambook guestbook template for something
I was helping someone with, and I thought I might as well make
something useful, because that's always easier and more fun than
just making something up, and rather than just throw it away, I
left it up:
