“Remoted” – Day 54 (Saturday)

This day has been a mix of relaxing and depressing. It was relaxing having time to cook and kick back and watch shows on Prime. The morning included the usual coffee and semi-usual soup making. The snow didn’t accumulate, but it blew around in the air for a good chunk of the morning. Cold and blowy is the perfect excuse for yard work to not happen. Even when it got sunny in the afternoon, it was still cold.

The depressing part was how fast the day went by. One minute it was 8am, in what felt like barely two minutes later it was 11:30, and in another blink it was 3:30pm, then 7:30. Why do most work days not blow by like this?

Today’s feature presentations kicked off at coffee time with season three of “Secret Diary of a Call Girl” on Prime, starring Billie Piper, who played companion Rose Tyler in many seasons of Doctor Who. There is even an episode of “Call Girl” with Matt Smith, the Eleventh Doctor, as a store clerk. The series is based on a true story and is quite an education in London escort life.

Winston, BungaLowell's
Head of Security.

There was late morning excitement in the yard when Winston went out to do his business. As BungaLowell’s Head of Security, he routinely checks the yard perimeter, sniffing and peeing. Sometimes there is a canine conversational exchange with Harley next door or the two dogs in the yard behind ours. When he wants to come inside, he stands at the gate and barks, and in perfect Pavlovian fashion, I trot outside to open the gate and let him in as quickly as possible to minimize the human neighbor annoyance factor. Today he was barking more and different than usual and when I went outside, he raced to the back of the yard behind the shed like he was chasing something. He’s already met up with a skunk, and the other night, chased Chuck, the resident ground hog/woodchuck/whatever it is under the deck on the other side of the house.

Today, behind the shed, Winston was being glared at menacingly by a large and fluffy black cat atop the fence. The cat looked at me with scary eyes that seemed to glow with the fires of hell, then opened its mouth and let forth a hiss that displayed a vividly red pointy tongue. I had an image of that thing flinging itself at me and tearing my throat open. No kidding, it was acting like something straight out of a horror movie. I yelled to Winston to come inside and we both ran from the fence sitting demon-cat. Winston got a “good boy” cookie and commendation for his bravery with the hell-cat once we were back inside. 

After the hell-cat encounter, the day seemed a bit dull. There were dishes to wash from the morning cooking escapades, online Scrabble games, and more shows to see. Supper was leftover quiche pulled from the freezer, with a salad and white wine, because it’s Saturday night fancy here at the BungaLowell. 

Saturday night dinner. 

The early evening feature was “The Man Who Fell to Earth” on Prime. How on Earth did I not see this when it first came out, or in any of the many decades since?  Oh, David Bowie. Sigh. Then, it might be the Korean movie “Parasite,” which was recommended to me months ago. Or maybe the book I started last weekend and haven't touched since. Who knows. If the times passes like it has all day, it'll be midnight in about two seconds and too late for anything.