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Jun. 13th, 2012
Another cat video.
Jun. 13th, 2012 04:51 pmThis one is just Nora. This is a toy from a company called "CatIt", which is basically one of those balls-in-a-track toys, except it's a bunch of pieces you can put together in different configurations, kind of like those wooden Brio train sets I had when I was a kid.
Also, a box from Costco.
Can you find the cat in this video?
Also, a box from Costco.
Can you find the cat in this video?
I met Iran Narges when we were in first grade. My name is "Ian", and hers was "Iran", which meant that we shared a cubby (is the word "cubby" a commonly-understood one either outside the United States, or among people without small children? Just in case, Dictionary.com says, "any of a group of small boxlike enclosures or compartments, open at the front, in which children can keep their belongings, as at a nursery school", which is what I'm meaning), because we were alphabetically next to each other.
I just glommed onto her, because I thought she was SO TOTALLY COOL. Still do, as a matter of fact. We became best friends, and then she moved, and we didn't see each other until seventh grade, when she moved back to the general vicinity. She's in San Francisco, so we don't see each other much, but she came back here for her high school reunion, so made time to go out to dinner with Mom, Dad, Lis and me.
Iran was my best man at our wedding, so in the middle of dinner, we declared that it was our anniversary dinner, and that we were celebrating it right then. Which worked well, as today's our actual anniversary, but, with scheduling and so forth, we consider anything within two days of the actual event (birthday, anniversary, et cetera) to be about right.
The five of us hung out after dinner in the Cambridge Common, until the police came by and told us to move on because it was ten o'clock and the park was closed. We all looked at each other, and realized that none of us had actually been rousted from the Cambridge Common before, so this was a bucket list moment for all of us.
Mom and Dad had been kicked out of most of the REST of Harvard Square at one point or another, often with the use of tear gas and riot clubs, but not the Common. Similarly, neither Iran or I had ever happened to be on the Common when all our friends were busted, mostly for pot or the like. So it was pretty cool.
I just glommed onto her, because I thought she was SO TOTALLY COOL. Still do, as a matter of fact. We became best friends, and then she moved, and we didn't see each other until seventh grade, when she moved back to the general vicinity. She's in San Francisco, so we don't see each other much, but she came back here for her high school reunion, so made time to go out to dinner with Mom, Dad, Lis and me.
Iran was my best man at our wedding, so in the middle of dinner, we declared that it was our anniversary dinner, and that we were celebrating it right then. Which worked well, as today's our actual anniversary, but, with scheduling and so forth, we consider anything within two days of the actual event (birthday, anniversary, et cetera) to be about right.
The five of us hung out after dinner in the Cambridge Common, until the police came by and told us to move on because it was ten o'clock and the park was closed. We all looked at each other, and realized that none of us had actually been rousted from the Cambridge Common before, so this was a bucket list moment for all of us.
Mom and Dad had been kicked out of most of the REST of Harvard Square at one point or another, often with the use of tear gas and riot clubs, but not the Common. Similarly, neither Iran or I had ever happened to be on the Common when all our friends were busted, mostly for pot or the like. So it was pretty cool.