Did our part in being good little capitalistic consumers. Much shopping was done and we’re almost finished. Almost.
When we came home, Hobkin came running up and I gave him a pat before heading upstairs to the library to retrieve my laptop. The stairs are blocked off by a rover gate and while I was on them, Hobkin astonished me by pacing back and forth in the foyer and squeaking. It was a high-pitched, chirpy noise–sort of like bat calls–that gradually turned into the grumbly roinking I’ve heard him make before. I came running back down, because Hobkin is normally an utterly silent animal, and any vocalization from him is cause for immediate attention. I picked him up; he stopped and buried his nose under my chin. The little guy was calling for me! I think he’s been upset that we’ve been gone so often in the afternoons, Christmas shopping, and after we’d just got home, me going upstairs was the last straw for his poor walnut-sized brain. He clung to me for the whole night, to the point of following me into the bathroom (which is disconcerting, to say the least), and not letting me out of his sight. My skunk’s neurotic. I think that means the last bits of shopping we had slated to do today will have to wait until tomorrow or Friday. I’d also meant to swing by the post office today. Silly little fuzzwit.
canadiansuzanne tagged me good. So:
Rules: The first player of this “game” starts with the topic “5 weird habits of yours” and people who get tagged need to write an LJ entry about their 5 quirks as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose the next 5 people to be tagged and list their names.
1) I find it very comforting to fall asleep in a room full of family and/or close friends. It makes me feel safe, drifting into sleepy-land while beloved voices are laughing and animated around me. And the corollary is that I have a lot of trouble falling asleep if I’m by myself in a room.
2) An embarrassingly large number of the inanimate objects in our house have both voices and personalities–not just the stuffed animals and bear tuffet, but the oven mitts. towels, winter wear, and pillows do too. When I lost a winter hat in a freakishly powerful snowstorm in the Midwest, I had to be consoled by fosteronfilm because I felt like I’d lost a friend.
3) I never answer the phone, and I avoid talking on it as much as I can–to the extent that I make fosteronfilm call the doctor’s office to schedule appointments for me when I can’t make them myself in person.
4) In winter, I enjoy lounging around the house in a leopard-print plush robe and panda slippers that my in-laws gave me.
5) Worms scare me. I’m fine with bees, wasps, cockroaches, various and sundry buzzing-flying things, spiders, snakes, mice, and rats (actually, I’m particularly fond of mice, rats, and snakes), but I lose it if I see a worm or leggy-worm.
Tag – you’re it: unquietsoul5, faerie_writer, sara1221, miafedup, and dsnight.
Writing Stuff
Received:
170-day pass from Bloomsbury Books on my middle-grade novel via my agent. Sigh. These are getting disheartening. Pook.
New Words: 800 on “Vain and Vie.”
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Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwww! But isn’t it swell to be missed and needed?? That’s lovely.
My cat, Smokey (rest her little feline soul) figured out a way to open the door when I was in the bathroom. Disconcerting and persistent!
Ah, I was tagged! How exciting. Off to reveal my weirdest of weird!
Whee! I gotcha!
It’s absolutely adorable and charming being clung on by my silly Hobkin. I can’t imagine life without him. I am, however, glad that he’s got neither the agility nor the dexterity to figure out how to open doors. He does believe that digging at the floor in front of shut doors will have some effect . . . which, come to think of it, I suppose it does. He only digs at doors that I’m on the other side of (or that he thinks I’m on the other side of–which has resulted in some funny scenarios . . .Me: “Hobkin, I’m out here.” Hobkin: “Mommy teleported!” *tail-up, stomp*), trying to get at me, I have to assume. And eventually I do come out again. I wonder if his little brain thinks he’s tunneling to me somehow.
I would give much to know for sure what goes on inside that fuzzy head of his.
I like the leopard lounge robe and the panda slippers. I’ll have to think about narrowing my quirks down to just 5. 😉
Hee! I had trouble narrowing it down too. I think I’m more quirk than non-quirk.
Isn’t it wonderful to have a Silly little fuzzwit??!!
Most definitely. I wouldn’t have it any other way!
Aha, tagged me, too. I think you’re weirder than I am, however, in the weirdest, nicest sort of way, of course. 🙂
Poor neglected hobkin! And I miss my possum. He has either moved on or become roadkill, alas.
I am indeed proud of my weirdness! Well, most of it. The phone thing can get awkward, and I feel pretty silly shrieking and running away from earthworms after the fact, but overall I embrace my quirks.
“And I miss my possum. He has either moved on or become roadkill, alas.“
Wah! I’m going to tell myself that he’s just found another warm place to shelter. The idea of him being roadkill makes me terribly depressed.
We have not seen any dead possums in the immediate area so we’re hoping he may be in possum hibernation (if there is such a thing) or he met up with some pretty girl possum and is out carousing.
Awww!! How cute! And I thought he was cute even before! 🙂
The wee fuzzbeast has cute down in spades. He’s neurotic, needy, and demanding, but definitely cute!
If it makes you feel any better about the skunk-in-the-bathroom… EVERY time I go into the bathroom, my two tons of Moose-dog follows me and presents his ass for scratching. He won’t leave me alone until I spin the toilet paper roll, that’s his signal to head for the hills because I have one of those “explosive decompression” (aka MegaFlush) toilets and he doesn’t like to hear it go off. LOL 🙂
Hee! Pets have no bathroom modesty. Hobkin’s second litter box is in the guest bathroom, and sometimes he likes to use it at the same time I’m sitting in there–which is both weird and disconcerting. Apparently he thinks it must be a family thing to expel waste together.
Well, you know what they say… the family that plays together, stays together. And the family that poops together… uh… *insert rhyme here* troops together? *snort*
How funny that I got the chance to chat with you on the phone regarding “Year of the Fox.”
I’m quirky, not unhinged!
We screen all of our phone calls, but if someone leaves a message who we want to talk to, we’ll pick up. And if an editor calls about a story submission, you betcha I’m lunging for the phone. . . .but even then, I avoid talking for too long. I spend too much time on a standard phone cradle and my shoulder starts spasming.
Perhaps you should invest in a handsfree headset?
I had one at my day job, but it went away when my job did. Now I don’t don’t talk on the phone enough to warrant the expense. It’s sort of a catch 22, I realize . . .