Tuesday, Apr. 01, 2003
Dear Diary:

I have a soft spot in my heart for tee vee animal shows, especially the ones where they give wild animals names and follow their lives like some sort of furry soap opera. I have taken heavy amounts of mockage over the years from the spousal unit about this genre.

Normally when I coax control of the remote out of the spousal unit's hand and actually watch one of these shows, I am subjected to heavy eye rolling, sighs and tsking sounds. It's very, very hard to become absorbed in the life of Flippy, the African elephant, if the person sitting beside you is rolling their eyes, sighing, and making tsking sounds.

About a month ago This All Changed.

We have never, ever owned a cat that showed the slightest interest in the tee vee. Then out of the blue our cat Zubby suddenly "got" tee vee. I was watching one of my nature shows, a critter ran across the screen, and Zubby snapped to attention. He began to inch towards the end of the sofa as if he was stalking the critter he just saw, and watched the rest of the show with rapt attention.

Ever since, he's been tee vee aware.

The cat is very picky about what he watches. He does not want to know about the war in Iraq. The house and garden type stuff, another favourite of mine, leaves him cold. He's no fan of the movie, either. But man oh man, put on an animal show--almost any animal show--and he's right there.

Of course, Zubby has zero idea of the scale of the creatures he's watching. I have seen him hunker down and coil up in his "I can take THAT down" crouch in response to everything from a rhino right through to a kangaroo. Last night he was all set to take down a bull African elephant called "Flippy". Much hilarity ensued as I imaged Zubby's face if Flippy ever materialized in our yard.

Predictably, the spousal unit's attitude towards animal shows has taken a complete about face. Animal shows, once the epitome of tee vee dorkiness in his eyes, Are Now Cool Because The Freaking CAT Likes Them.

I am trying not to be bitter, but it is a struggle.

There's nothing quite like a home made doughnut and fresh maple syrple.Lately it feels as if I have no time at all. Sugaring continues. In response to Catie's demand to see actual consumption of a Canuckistani doughnut dipped in maple syrup fresh out of the arch, our friend and neighbour Nancy made the supreme sacrifice and choked one down.

We both had a hard time keeping a straight face when I was trying to take her picture because my nephew Dave kept saying stuff like, "Work it. Show The Pout" as if we were at some sort of New York fashion shoot.

The teasing about having to have the lock cut off my gym locker has FINALLY died down at my gym, and my new programmable combination lock so far has worked like a charm. So far. Yes, my life is THAT exciting. Thanks for noticing.

Uh, what else? It was very tough, because they were all so good, but I have chosen this design from Moviegrrl:

as the spousal unit's wangitude related tee shirt gift to mark his 50th birthday on April 25. I want to thank everyone who sent in a design--my three loyal readers are a creative bunch, indeed.

Finding a place to get the tee printed is proving much harder than I thought because Caf� Press won't do anything that is considered sexually suggestive. Eeeeeeek! I'm having a hard time finding a place that will do just two tee shirts, but I'm not giving up on this yet.

There will be further bulletins as events progress.

--Marn

Mileage on the Marnometer: 176.42 miles (283.9 kilometers) Ten percent there rubber duck.Ten percent there rubber duck.Ten percent there rubber duck.
Goal for 2003: 500 miles - 804.5 kilometers

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