Twice over the holidays 2.0 called me Richard. RICHARD.
On the plus side, 2.0’s Uncle John sometimes refers to him as H20, and I like to think I had a little something to do with that.
Someone asked me about Murder Couple the other day, and I’m sad to say I haven’t seen them since late August. I was walking past the schoolyard by our house, and as I neared the swing sets, I saw them. Murder Lady was sitting on a swing and Murder Dude was pushing her from the front. (Who pushes from the front?!) On a particularly big push she pulled her legs back hard and then kicked him square in the chest with both feet as she swung forward. She must have had some serious momentum because I could hear a loud thud as she plowed into him. Murder Dude yelped and then fell backwards landing spread eagle on the ground. I kept my eyes forward and walked away as fast as I could because everyone knows murderers aren’t fans of living witnesses. I’m 95% sure she finished the job then and there. I’m also assuming Murder Dude is buried somewhere behind the school.
After a recent photo shoot, I discussed the importance of great feet in dance photography with 2.0. Naturally, 2.0 contributed what he could to the conversation because he always tries to take an interest in what I’m doing.
2.0: What did that guy say about your feet?
movita: What guy?
2.0: That dancer guy. With the loud shoes.
movita: Gunna need you to be more specific, honey.
2.0: The guy from that movie? With that other guy you like. White Nights?
movita: Gregory Hines?
2.0: Yah. Gregory Hines.
movita: I’ve never met him, honey.
2.0: Are you sure? I’m positive you said that he said you have great feet.
movita: I think I’d remember meeting Gregory Hines. And I’d certainly remember him complimenting my feet. I’d never, ever stop talking about it.
2.0: He’s dead now.
movita: Yes. Yes, he is. Is this conversation over now?
2.0: (mumbles under breath) I don’t know why you won’t admit to meeting him.
This video of a man trying to dispose of his Christmas tree is endlessly entertaining to me. Dogs, amiright?
Thanks to all of you for your kind words when we lost Effie. They really did make us feel loved and cared for. Niles got very ill last weekend — he stopped eating and basically shut down. He is now being treated for an upper respiratory infection because it wouldn’t be right if I had more than a week off from my duties as Nurse Catingale. We think grief and all the big changes weakened Niles’s little immune system, so we’re keeping an extra close eye on him and giving him lots of extra love.
Dorey has been exploring the house, and Niles can usually be found close by. Like, really close by. She gives him the occasional hiss and/or swat, but they are doing well, all considered. (She is 100% unaware of his presence in this photo.)