delirious weather

I have been in what the JB refers to as "an artistic delirium" (I presume with no irony. Maybe I should be retro-offended? Hmph.) due to Having A Job On. Hence the lack of digits where usually there runs a stream of nonsense. 

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I weakly proffer these delirious pieces of news (these news? These newes? I am knackered, as we say around here. I am in fact comatoast as a malapropist well known to me says.):

My friend L (aka Sister One) and I are at the really good Italian Cafe called, rather hilariously, Eataly (Eat a Whole Nation!), across from the Met Office. 

A TV weatherman comes in. A titan of the Irish Weather World! Watch out, mortals! For he could blithely smite you with a mighty flash of lightning. He sits down to have a little anti-cyclone, or a warm weather front or whatever it is these greats consume. We are impressed. After some heady moments in his august company, he is joined by a Weather Lady, also a Big Name in Weather. L and I look at each other in alarm. Who is looking after the weather?
I mean, really. No wonder it's such a mess.

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There's a minute fieldmouse in the kitchen. Kittaloo is showing some mild interest in it. Well, I say interest. She's patting it on the head gently with her paw. The JB is persuaded to let the mouse out and he runs off unharmed. I am strangely proud of the kitty's lack of killer instinct/complete dedication to Sloth. Kitty, my sybarite friend, you feel no need to be anything but completely useless, like an objet d'art, only furry. Well done.

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My Hungarian tenants of the Hunted Look, who moved in to my apartment a little over a year ago, seem to have skidaddled. Or perhaps have gone off the whole paying rent thing. They're not in a renty kind of mood, maybe? Though I always thought there was something a bit desperate about them - they judged the apartment to be "safe" when they saw it. They were on the run from Interpol, I think, was the Only Logical Explanation. I am going over there to spy on them tomorrow.

I do hope they haven't wrecked the place.

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More of this thrilling stuff later. Also, perhaps, actual news on the subject of Adoption - though not the breakthrough news we were waiting for - just inbetween news. I have long resigned myself to the idea that this will be very slow, but that if we can persist long enough, it will happen.

Thank you for sticking it out with me.
xx

T

Comments

[May]

'Artistic delirium', eh? I wish I could be in one of those. They sound fun. Are they fun? Or just over-caffeinated and hysterical, like essay dead-lines?

No one is looking after the weather, she said glumly. It's running about willy-nilly, throwing tantrums, showing us its bum, and knocking things off shelves. We're having FLOODS, in Blighty, having been snowed in for a week. Feh.

Set Kitty on the tenants? See if she pats them benignly on their heads also?

Shall we have some more tea and cake while we wait?

[a]

Rogue tenants and field mice? How exciting!

I would suppose the weather could take care of itself during lunch time...it's usually only an hour or two, isn't it? Oh never mind - it only takes a few moments for the weather to get out of control!

[Valery Valentina]

at 3 AM this post makes a whole lot more sense to me than it did when I read it in the evening hours ;-)

A Job On sounds fabulous (and not beige at all!)

Perhaps news, reminds me of the long line of people waiting to take a number for the waiting room in the city hall...
step by step, and nobody knows how many more steps and waitings are in the future.
Glad to stick by your side while you stick it out (might nibble on some comatoast, would that get me back to sleep?)
hugs

[Twangypearl]

Val. Why awake at 3am? You poor woman. And on the internet. Oh dear.

A, yes, yes. A mere minute of non-supervision and all hell breaks loose! True, dat.

And May, thank you, cake and tea for all! The delirium, as you rightly suppose, is not all fun. It's all highs and lows, you know the kind of thing. Anyway! Waiting: sigh.

[Womb For Improvement]

Worrying regarding tenants. Hope that they have taken themselves off rather than planning a lock-in.

I guess the inattention of weather-folk could account for the snow we've been experiencing. Hope they are back at work sorting things out now...

Looking forward to, even an interim, adoption report.

[Andie]

Eataly? Is that part of the same store/cafe chain that is in actual Italy?

Oh I see. You have the weather gods in your cafe and clearly this has caused some sort of disruption to the weather on the other side of the world. First it was all heat waves and bushfires, and now it is all cyclones and floods! Heavens. (Truly though, your description of weather people consuming an anti-cyclone was very amusing).

Love your summation of Kittalo also. My cat also pats the mice on the head, but she will then catch it and must be sent outside.

Hope the tenants have merely taken themselves away, and nothing more. Look forward to any news on the adoption too.

[bunny]

Eataly! Bwaa ha ha ha ha ha! Comatoast! BWAAA HA HA HA! I laugh my loud american laugh. I guess I'm silly, but those things are amusing to me!

Your poor Hungarians. I am sad for them, and also for your rent.

Thank you for being here to stick it out with.