Sunday, October 09, 2005

My bro irritates me sometimes. Whenever he calls to get together or something, everything hinges on my immediate response; he gives no notice at all. Friday he called while I was unconscious and said he and his family would be in my part of town and do I want to meet them up for a show of some kind. The message continued that I needed to call him back right away. Well, I didn't get the message until late this evening; I called him on his cell but they're early-to-bed type people. So the damn show is tomorrow and I don't really want to see it but I thought maybe we could get together for a bite to eat afterwards. But who knows.

Anyway, because of the hurricane and stuff, I never got to give Niecey her birthday present. She's only two, so it doesn't serve to get her anything "nice," since she'd only trash it anyway, and besides, her maternal grandparents overload her with crap, expensive crap. So I fixed up one of my Velvets: removed the ponytail and the winding apparatus and dressed her in a Kimberly cheerleading outfit with a red satin ribbon in her hair. I figure, Niecey doesn't need a doll with long hair because it would only get tangled. I'm sure SIL will lift her nose at a second-hand doll that's older than she is, even though it's in good condition (small ink spot on cheek) and clean (I give all new arrivals baths and shampoos). Well, whatever.

SIL turned out to be so whiney and pedestrian. I didn't care for her at first and then I thought she loosened up a bit, but I guess that was only temporary. Never mind. She's not my wife, thank god.

For Christmas, I spotted this cute gift for Niecey in the FAO Schwartz catalog: a pink stuffed dog in a pink stroller. It's only $60, a good value I think. There was a bunch of other stuff I wanted to get her, but I had to consider space and whether or not those small hands could manage it. Oh, and money.

8:12 PM

I think I like to take in throw-away things. Like, the cats. When they were babies, they weren't as pretty as kittens you see from a breeder. They were skinny, dirty and flea-ridden. But I knew that with care they would blossom. So, too, with those nasty old dolls I get off eBay. I take them out of the box and barely want to touch them with my bare hands, but once they're cleaned and shampood, they're almost like new.

I didn't meet up with Bro today, so I guess I'll re-install that winding do-hickey in Velvet and dress her in her own clothes again.

I started knitting on a sweater for myself. I bought the yarn, pattern and needles while I was still working and it's been packed away all this time. It's super-chunky so shouldn't take long to knit up.

posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 1:37 AM

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