Thunder, Love Cats, Cookies

I woke up at 3:30 when one of my cats ran under the stairs beside my window, hissing and meowing like crazy. A dull rumbling shook the window pane, and I sat up quickly. What’s going on? Was my father telling the truth when he claimed UFOs hovered above our yard every month?

A sudden flash of light and peel of thunder shattered these paranormal ideas, and I opened my window to let in the breezes of the storm. I tiptoed down the hall and slowly slid out the side door to stand in the rain. Then I went back to sleep.

About five hours later Max arrived and we went to revisit the site of our first date. It was considerably (and enjoyably) much warmer than our previous visit. We enjoyed a leisurely lunch by the river, then lay on the grass for hours pondering the smell of dog and the annoyance that is children.

I was too soon dropped off home, just in time to turn around and head back out. Written on my hand was an address, and I walked towards it. Down the hot road..

Honk.

Honk.

Gahhhhhh… I really don’t want to be racist here.. but why do the Hispanic boys have to honk and whistle at every girl they see?? Not that I’m sure all of them were Hispanic..

Not soon enough did I arrive in the safety of the back roads, where I began searching for the Spencer’s house. Finally I found it, hidden down a little street, and I knocked on the front door.

The whole visit lasted 4 minutes perhaps, he handed me a cookie and some tang, I gave him some books and a CD.. talked to his dog.. scoffed at his 4.00 and then headed back home.

Honk.

Honk.

Eww. It’s the attention from older, ugly men that make you want to stop shaving your legs and wear only loose fitting clothing for the rest of your life. Needless to say, I was getting ticked off. The next person to make any sort of comment from their car windows was going to get a-

Honk!

I swirled around, fists clenched, braces bared, ready to face the driver!

"Hey cousin!"

Oh, it was Amy! Well, that was much better than an ugly man! She drove on.

Honk. >.<

The Californians were still at my house when I got back, but they won’t be leaving for a while. I guess I should enjoy my house right now with only five people in it, because there will be seven come Thursday.

Tomorrow I’m meeting a friend of Sarah Bernert’s in West Linn. I hope it’s enjoyable.