It's not like I've been avoiding you or anything.
I've lost track of the number of times this week that I have been sidetracked from my lofty blogging goals by the massive to-do list hanging on my fridge. Let me tell you, shiny objects have got nothing on the scattered thoughts that plague a perfectionist gearing up for the musical and social event of the century.
But of course life does go on, even amongst the clutter clearing and the menu planning.
We received a call on Sunday evening from the Autumn Lovers, who were valiantly pressing ahead with their western tour, despite the death of their tour van and the need to leave half the band behind in Ontario. On their way through Calgary, disturbing new noises began eminating from the car and they wisely decided against trying to traverse the Rockies during the darkness. The narrow shoulder of a winding pass hugging the side of a mountain is not the best place for your wheel bearings to blow in the middle of the night.
Bless their hearts, the band did not even complain about having to bed down on mattresses in the living room or the man-cave-like condition of the bathrooms. When they return tomorrow, for the big house concert on Saturday, we will be able to offer them much more humane conditions.
This all happened right around the same time that I thought I had killed the cat.
After discovering Ramona merrily wolfing down ficus leaves, I came to the realization that not only was ficus toxic to cats, but so was almost every other plant in the house. The copious heaving and retching prompted an urgent trip to the vet, where it was determined that she had lost a half pound since the week before and was suffering from dehydration. That night I discovered her foaming at the mouth and went to bed with a heavy heart, certain that I would find her dead in the morning. But that actually seemed to trigger a turnaround, as during the night she hopped into bed with me, all purry and kneady.
Over the past few days, she has been making a steady recovery. Last night she began eating again with great gusto and this morning she drank water for the first time in days. She's now tearing around the house all cute and happy.
Preparations for the big house concert are progressing really well. I expect that we will welcome 35-45 guests, which will test the load capacity of our living room. The Japanese cherry tree in the front yard is showing impeccable timing and should be in the full glory of massive pink blooms on Saturday. Of course I want the yard looking its best, so yesterday I cut the grass for the first time, which of course gave the little boys next door their first lawn mower boner of the season.
I'm glad I still have the touch.