Slow

Things have gone from hectic to stagnant, and in only twelve hours.

I was busy as hell in Kayenta, and Chinle before that. As of yesterday (when I got to Chinle) I haven't had a flight, nor even so much as a call to check weather. Funny how I went to bed with work being busy, and woke up to work being dead. Oh well, that's aviation I suppose.

Stacey brought me a few things today that I had forgotten at home, as well as some guacamole. She also stopped on the way in and grabbed some Burger King for me. While there, she also grabbed the girls what I thought at first glance were milk shakes.

Apparently they were cupcake shakes. I'd have to say they tasted like a vanilla milkshake with a few handfuls of yellow cake thrown in. This wasn't entirely unexpected, given the name "cupcake shake". However, what I was rather unprepared for was the texture. I completely expected the usual, soft texture of a milkshake that was present, but was caught totally off guard by grainy, cake like texture that comprised the cupcake part of the shake. All in all, I'd have one again. A word to the wise though: the sprinkles are best avoided because, well, honestly they taste like shit. Or so I think they do, never having actually tasted deuce.

Gary cat has been enjoying the outdoors. Every once in a while we show Gary something new; we call this kitty enrichment. It was a joke at first, playing on the enrichment programs at zoos that are tailored towards specific animals (ie elephant enrichment, tiger enrichment, etc). It keeps the animals from getting bored and gives them some sort of stimuli to keep them active. However, it's come to be a bit of a game now, showing Gary something new and watching his reaction to it. It also has a practical use: getting Gary interested in something else for a while so he's not trying to "help" us cook, do laundry, knock things off high shelves, etc. We would do the same thing for Bob, but he has no interest in things like catnip, canned meat sludge, anything outside, so on and so forth.

Stacey showed him that he could climb a tree a couple of weeks ago, and he spends much of his time outside now in the trees. He's learned he can climb the cherry tree to get onto the carport roof. I can only imagine how much fun he'll have once the trees have leaves, not to mention fruit and birdies in them. (I can totally see him lounging in a tree snacking on, and playing with whatever fruit is at paw (as opposed to at hand).

I have almost finished the series Spartacus: Blood and Sand (on Netflix instant watch). I started it last night when I got bored after watching Lost, and will probably finish it within the next few hours, provided I don't get a flight and the wind doesn't blow my internets away, along with my cell signal. It's a good series - I wouldn't call it riveting but it has kept me interested and entertained. However, I'm not entirely sure that two-thousand years ago the word "cock" was used that often. Then again it was Rome. I think it's awesome that Urban Dictionary lists a drinking game called "Jupiter's Cock" based on this series. (note: if you want to check out this series, it's awesome but be forewarned: it's graphic. Very graphic. Like "OMG are they seriously doing/showing that!?" graphic.)

Hopefully tomorrow things will be a bit busier. If not, I have a stack of National Geographics just begging to be read.