Have I mentioned lately how weird I am?
Sep. 9th, 2005 12:02 pmI still haven't gone to sleep yet, which is nice because I had the chance to talk to some of you Early Birds. It's been a while, hasn't it? I promise to either stay up later or get up earlier in the future. Sleeping through your friends' lives is a bit rude, I think.
The past few days, I'm been waking my sister up. This has been the highlight of my mornings. Seriously, I've been having way too much fun with this. So much fun that my sister told my mom, "Don't let Cassie wake me up ever again." That was after the first day.
I've also taken the early morning dog-walking shift, though I'm used to the late night one. I'm not sure which shift is better. Mari tends to get off her leash, so the cover of deep night is better for chasing her around. Just last weekend, she somehow managed to slip her head out of her collar. I had to chase her back and forth across the entire neighborhood before I could catch her. If any of my neighbors had been looking out their windows in the wee hours of the morning, they would have gotten quite the show. Trust me.
Walking the dogs in the morning is always kind of nice, though. The sun's just starting to come up, and it's always very quiet and tranquil. The past few days, it seems like British weather was being brought to me. It was always cool, wet, and overcast with grey clouds. Which brings all sorts of lovely creatures out into the open.
This morning, I practically stumbled upon a snail. I've never seen snails around my neighborhood. And this guy was huge. Big, big snail. My first thought was about the book on gastropods I've been reading lately. My second thought was a very childish, "I want to keep him, and put him in a jar with leaves and sticks and such!" Of course, I knew that he wouldn't survive that way. So to quiet the first thought, I picked him up and took a closer look at him. He was actually able to pull himself entirely into his shell, but I was still able to get a good view. To quiet the second, more childish thought, I named him Hubert.
Of course, then I rushed inside and had to tell my mom all about it. I ended up dragging her along outside to see Hubert, because Hubert is incredibly awesome. But by the time we got there, Hubert was gone. I have no idea how he managed it. He's a snail, after all.
When I tried to get Margo up, she wouldn't budge. So I went on a whole tirade about how she was being lazy and how she completely missed being able to meet Hubert. But that Mom was already up, so she got to go out and almost see Hubert.
I'll never forget the look on Margo's face as she squinted at me, still half-asleep.
"Who the heck is Hubert?"
The past few days, I'm been waking my sister up. This has been the highlight of my mornings. Seriously, I've been having way too much fun with this. So much fun that my sister told my mom, "Don't let Cassie wake me up ever again." That was after the first day.
I've also taken the early morning dog-walking shift, though I'm used to the late night one. I'm not sure which shift is better. Mari tends to get off her leash, so the cover of deep night is better for chasing her around. Just last weekend, she somehow managed to slip her head out of her collar. I had to chase her back and forth across the entire neighborhood before I could catch her. If any of my neighbors had been looking out their windows in the wee hours of the morning, they would have gotten quite the show. Trust me.
Walking the dogs in the morning is always kind of nice, though. The sun's just starting to come up, and it's always very quiet and tranquil. The past few days, it seems like British weather was being brought to me. It was always cool, wet, and overcast with grey clouds. Which brings all sorts of lovely creatures out into the open.
This morning, I practically stumbled upon a snail. I've never seen snails around my neighborhood. And this guy was huge. Big, big snail. My first thought was about the book on gastropods I've been reading lately. My second thought was a very childish, "I want to keep him, and put him in a jar with leaves and sticks and such!" Of course, I knew that he wouldn't survive that way. So to quiet the first thought, I picked him up and took a closer look at him. He was actually able to pull himself entirely into his shell, but I was still able to get a good view. To quiet the second, more childish thought, I named him Hubert.
Of course, then I rushed inside and had to tell my mom all about it. I ended up dragging her along outside to see Hubert, because Hubert is incredibly awesome. But by the time we got there, Hubert was gone. I have no idea how he managed it. He's a snail, after all.
When I tried to get Margo up, she wouldn't budge. So I went on a whole tirade about how she was being lazy and how she completely missed being able to meet Hubert. But that Mom was already up, so she got to go out and almost see Hubert.
I'll never forget the look on Margo's face as she squinted at me, still half-asleep.
"Who the heck is Hubert?"