random thoughts – Day 1,792 – (Tuesday) – bread and kitty

Rainin Grain Bread.

It was a day mostly like the other recent days. Coffee, work, rage chop some ice, ration the dwindling supply of ice melt pellets, and the outlook is for as many as two more snow events in the forecast. The basement was checked for water and thanked profusely when none was found. There was some organizing of work projects and chasing of statuses for items with other departments. Blahbity blah blah.

After work the Tuesday evening dash to dance took place. It was the usual traffic, traffic, arrival. The dancing was fun. We worked some more on a tango number and started a mambo number and then a piece we’ve been working on to a Bollywood movie song. The ride home from dance is always much nicer than the ride in, with lighter traffic volume on 495, The Connector, and in Lowell.

Back in Lowell, there was time to visit Market Basket before the 9:00 closing time with the hope of procuring more ice melt stuff. The trip was victorious. They had the needed item, which shows on the sales receipt as “Green Monstah Bag.” I’m not making this up. The were also my most beloved cheese ends, a pack of suddenly desirable salami ends even though it’s not something usually on my radar, and a loaf of day-old discount “Purest of Ingredients Rainin Grain Bread” (its true bakery name) because lately I am deep in a romance with bread, and if it’s grainy and on sale I love it even more. 

With a new bag of pellets acquired, the driveway and back door area were given a generous sprinkling of the old pellets. I also bravely trudged through a snowbank to access the contemporary ice sculpture that has formed at the end of the downspout off the back steps.

Kiki!

Kiki provided some big highlights today. She is no longer afraid of the gravity water dispenser which I had set up again a couple weeks ago and I saw her drinking from it this morning. Tonight, she played with a ball, where I could see her. Normally, the ball just appeared in different places and I could only assume she played with it. 

She has been busy entertaining herself with leaping from the dining room rug over the wood floor and onto the carpeted stairs, then meowing loudly from the stairs and I can't tell if she is hurt, wants me to check on her, or it's a victory cry. She rose up on her hind legs to sniff the shelf on a living room table. It seems like all of a sudden she is coming out of her shell. If only she would let me pick her up. We'll get there, Baby kitty steps.