If I Could Only Be the Person Alex Thinks I Am....
Bobby is out of the house for the night. Tonight, he finally starts his hockey referee classes. It was one of those deals that was supposed to start each week, and each week found a reason to push it back another week and so one. At 4:15, he had a skating test. At 7, the class itself began, so he figured--and I agreed--that there was really no point in him driving home from the rink only to drive back to the rink an hour later. So he and his teammate/buddy who is also taking the class are going out to dinner in between the test and the class.
Since Bobby is the chef in the House of Felagund (whereas Dawn is the maid and laundress), this means that I have to make dinner for myself. Horror! The experience tonight is red beans and rice and two Quorn "chicken" patties with barbeque sauce. Trust me, this is a lot for me! Usually, I buy a frozen Amy's dinner and make a salad.
However, it did allow me to discover how nicely Dawn-height the laptop is on the counter. I wonder if Bobby would be willing to switch household chores....
I seem to have earned new regard from Alex. He just humped me for the first time a few minutes ago. He's been humping Bobby since we got him when he was only nine weeks old, and it is nothing to find Bobby cooking dinner in the kitchen and Alex just going to town on his leg. But he never--not once--humped me.
I am wondering if this newfound appreciation is because Bobby is not here or because I was stepping into Bobby's usual role of cooking dinner. Maybe I am just a good substitute for humping when Bobby is not here. Or maybe I have finally lived up to Alex's expectations of me as someone more than the mean lady who yells at him for getting on the coffee table and more often than Daddy is the one to stick him in time-out. (Even when it is Daddy's decision that he should go there!)
Anyway, Alex is happily mauling a stick that he brought in from outside. He's such a little retriever; no trip outside can be accomplished without bringing home a stick as a reward. And he carries it so proudly up the stairs, head held high. I try to mind, but he likes it so much, and it is such a small sin...most of the pieces are easily picked up and it does force me to vacuum with a more appropriate frequency.
Just one last note and I'll catch up on yesterday's comments: I doubt I'll be on LJ again until next week (except to quickly post "The Tapestries" tomorrow.) Bobby and I are attending a lecture on ocean conservancy by Jean-Michel Costeau tomorrow at the Aquarium. Being "unpaid staff" has its perks, namely that we get to go to these things for free! And we also attended a really nice catered party at the Aquarium on Saturday for unpaid staff, which was awesome, as if working with the animals is not rewarding in and of itself.
On Thursday, we are heading to Deep Creek Lake for my writing sabbatical (and Bobby's first attempt at snowboarding). I do not know the state of the Internet in the cabin; we probably have cable but I doubt that we'll have wireless, and I can no longer plug into the Internet since I gave the device that made that possible back to my dad when we got wireless. Even if we do have wireless, I'm trying to write without distraction, so at best, I'll keep an eye on SWG and that will be it.
So everyone take care of the Internet while I'm gone! Make sure it doesn't fall down and go boom! And take care of yourselves too and have a good weekend. :)