It was a good day

I'm drinking too strong coffee and enjoying being done with the gym and groceries for the day.  It's really lovely out but I may just stay inside.  The house looks like I let three wild monkeys stay for the weekend and that is not good.  The monkeys seem to have strewn dog fur all over the floor and cluttered the dining room table.  Damn monkeys.

So, about Saturday.  To quote Ice Cube, it was a good day.  I hung out with navelgazer yesterday and had a splendid time.  We saw the Science of Sleep, which I'm still analyzing.  I want to see it again, especially now that I went back and did a quickie Freud refresher.  His waking self was the id, the part that behaved like it was unconscious and the driver of the primal instincts while his sleeping self was much more the ego.  I'm tending towards Guy behaving as a super-ego with his admonishments not to hurt Stephanie, blah, blah, blah.  Like I said, I'd like to see it again.  It did alter my dreaming last night!

It was just fun to meet the lovely navelgazer and her wonderful animals.  A while back I was bemoaning the rigors of meeting new people.  This time it was effortless and good.  I have a dog-crush on her George.  Otis and Eddie rushed at me when I got home and Eddie spent a good minute or so on his hind legs to inspect my smell further.  Monogamy is not my strong suit when it comes to animals.  

Aside from all this, my mother called to say my grandmother is dying and I should go back for the funeral.  I feel a bit chagrined about admitting that I am unmoved by the news.  She is almost 100, has not had her wits about her for a long time and I never knew her as a person, just as someone my biological father hated and a woman who lusted after Reagan and Julio Iglesias.  It also means a trip back to the dreaded central Iowa for me.  Still haven't been able to get in touch with my friend whose dad just died.  I saw on my cell today he tried to call it Thursday.  Why didn't I hear my phone?