February 09, 2004

meet the griffin

I have acquired a familiar, courtesy of yesterday's trip to the Renaissance Faire.
I must say he is far better behaved than either of my cats have ever been; he's
sitting on my should as I type this, nodding occasionally.

He is a
griffin, with soft brown and white fur on his poll, carved wood gold and silver
beak and black legs, a long raccoon-ish tail, and feathers sprouting from his
back. He can turn or nod his head, and wears a piercing expression that is none
the less daunting for coming from a creature only about 8" long sans tail. I'm
considering either "Wynne" or "Jones" as a name -- Griffins are Welsh symbols
anyway, if I recall correctly, and anyone who's read The Dark Lord of
Derkholm
or The Year of the Griffin wil understand the source of the
names. Other suggestions are welcome.

Unfortunately I figure I have
to leave him behind for my meeting this afternoon with a director. The director in
question is not a very whimsical individual. I may wear him tomorrow for the class
I'm teaching, just to see if I can liven those guys up a bit. I have gotten a few
strange looks, but I get those anyway, for using an exercise ball instead of an
office chair to sit on. I'm used to it.

Whil I was at the RenFaire,
Rudder was negotiating quite successfully with the pool renovation guy -- we are
going to be able to get a pebbled pool surface, new cement all around *and* a
built-in grill. Yay!

Dinner after that was chez T2 and Egret, where
AR and OG are now sitting up all by their own little selves. Yay again. Still both
drooling to the point that we could probably install them as pool-filler devices
during the renovation. (Oops, sorry, not a pleasant image.)

Then
Rudder and I finished off the evening with a not-quite-spat. I've not been
sleeping at all well lately and his tossing and turning combine with his alarm set
at obscene hours is at least half the reason. (Come on, 5:30 on a Sunday??? But he
"doesn't like to get too far off schedule on the weekends". Phooey. Cruelty to
spouses, I call it.) To give you an idea how sleep-deprived I am, I just mistyped
"weekends" for "reason" in a previous sentence. For me, gross stupidity is usually
an indication of lack of sleep. This has been a problem for years, but he thinks
my complaints have escalated a lot lately. I can't say I can tell a difference,
but frequency of complaint seems like a reasonable gauge. Actually, I think the
long commute that eats two or more hours out of each day is a greater problem for
me (takes away from time to have any kind of life, which in turn detracts from
sleeping) but some of it is also his refusal to believe that no, I can't just go
to sleep earlier, because my body doesn't work that way. I seem to get my best
sleeping in from about 2 to 6 AM if it's not broken by alarms or the expectation
of same (the latter is almost as bad as the former for me).

Posted by dichroic at February 9, 2004 02:10 PM
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