Radio, Cats and Glasses
I spent three hours on the radio yesterday. I hosted the Frets program on KVSC because the regular host was out of town at the Winnipeg Folk Festival. I had a great time playing some of the old folk music.

The regular guy leans a little more to bluegrass and Americana, and while I like that stuff a lot, I also like to play stuff written and performed by women so I loaded up on Ani Di Mecele, Iris Dement, Suzanne Vega, and Joan Baez. There were many more of course, but those are the artists that I can rattle off at the top of my head.

The few phone calls I get when I guest host is from regular listeners who like my take on the show, and that’s gratifying. I wouldn’t want to do the gig every week (it’s unpaid for one thing), but I jump at the opportunity when it comes up.

Mercurial Girl is coming home in a few days after being gone to camp for a month. She’s going to be here for three days and then she’s heading back for another month. She called yesterday and she sounded happy, although a little worried about a mysterious rash that’s going around the camp. The hope is that it’s nothing more than poison oak or poison ivy.

Given that she hasn’t been allowed to sleep in all this time, I’ll bet that she wants to hibernate in her room for at least one of the days that she’s home. The house has been quiet without her. While that might sound like a good thing, there’s just something missing when she’s gone.

I’ll be interested in how the cats treat her. When we come back from a trip the cats usually give us the cold shoulder treatment, except with their hindquarters.

Ginger, especially, is good at what I call “giving the butt”. The cat will make a point of being in the same room as us but resolutely faces the other way, making sure that we have a good view of her backside. “Yeah I missed you, but I’m pissed” is the message. Sometimes this will last a day or two.

Lovey is much more forgiving, which I’m sure is just another reason that she exasperates Ginger. Lovey will pout and hide a little, but then she has to come out and look for attention. And then of course, she’s a sucker for the laser pointer. A little bit of that and all is forgiven, as far as Lovey is concerned.

Now, I'm off to find my glasses. I took them off somewhere in the back yard when I was out doing some lawn stuff and I can't find them. Grrr.