Daily Archive: January 19, 2004

I’ve never met another cat, before or after Pooka, who understood the principle of chasing rubber bands. She knew that it wasn’t the motion of your arm or hand that mattered, the important thing was to keep her eyes on the rubber band itself. You can fake out most dogs and cats with a throwing motion, but she never fell for it. If you picked up a rubber band and stretched it slowly over one finger, pointing it ready to shoot, she would hunch up, the intentness palpable, her eyes widening, and wait. As soon as the release came, she...

Not very strangely, I don’t want to work on projects at work (even though I have a couple of fun ones). I want to write things and play on LJ and work on Mosaic Minds and my AWC site and my family website. Work just gets in the way, darn it. When we first moved to Sweden, I figured I’d study Swedish for six months or so and then start looking for a job. Because I got pregnant right away, things didn’t work out quite as planned and I ended up being home for 3 years, which by the end...