The Sun Is Shining

March 9, 2008 at 10:11 am (Cats, Work)

But it is still blue cold outside. Amazingly enough, we actually got a great deal of accumulation of snow yesterday. I must have chosen the exact right moment to be a half hour late for work because the hill wasn’t bad at all. It got bad though, right afterwards due to continued snowing and those blasted 30 mph winds.

Addy called in due to lower back pain (lifting trays too heavy will getcha!) so it was just me, Hostess, kitchen staff (most who live within walking distance), and the GM. Quiet day, not that I didn’t have tables but I also didn’t get slammed with people out running the roads when they should have stayed off of them. Good tippers too. One guy tipped me 40%.

I’m tired though. Hostess helped me with some of the side work, but I did the majority of it. Not that any of it is particularly difficult but doing everything, from opening my shift to closing it, plus helping clear the parking lot, paperwork, stocking the bar, up and down the steps with ice and beer with my bum hip aching (a continuation from the day before), I was pretty well pooped by the end of it all.

Luckily, Jeff made a rockin’ pork roast with corn and baked potatoes and fixed me a plate when I got to his house. Yeah, he can be a good guy, I’ve told ya’ll that. Really, he just wanted to brag on how good his pork roast was. That’s okay. Jeff’s a really good cook and I’ve told him before that he needs to go to culinary school. He never listens but I got my belly full of good food.

Then Nate and I went and picked up Cameron, the little boy who used to live next door. Except, yo, he’s not little anymore. He’s taller than I am with a deep voice and all.  They were the original owners of Hermione’s mother, and they have Hermione’s sister, Cricket, who just had two brand new kittens. We’ll be adopting the boy out of those two. He’s coal black, not a speck of white on his anywhere.

Nate wants to name him Stewie, after that maniacal baby from “Family Guy.” I said I’d rather name his Jango or Vader even, but, I’ll lose. And so our family will be complete and balanced.

Today is T-Bird’s birthday. She’s 35. She said, “Yeah, some birthday present… losing an hour of sleep!” The boys are still sleeping and the house is quiet, save the purring of cats and the sound of a keyboard. I’d better enjoy it while I can.