I am such a silly woman. On the night of the day that I post a statement that I sleep all night long and don't get up in the wee hours of the night anymore, I do, of course, making a fibber out of me. I've been up for a while now and unable to go back to sleep. Every once in a while I nod off a little bit, but then pop up wide a wake again and continue with my blog reading.
I actually don't mind too much, it is quite cozy here with the Überhund beside me and the cats spread around me. We sit by the low lights of the living room, with the heater on, and make the best of it. The coffee tastes good and so do my cigarettes. I have been reading comments to the various blogs I read and just started reading blogs on the google reader. There is always something to keep me occupied.
Now I can sing, "The bed's too big without me," and it is true, when only the cats are laying down in it as is their want. They leave little tufts of hair on my sheets that I have to remove before I get in it. I am such a patient owner, I tolerate animals on my bed, not that I can do much about it, they'll lie down there with or without my approval.
After I applied the flea drops to the Überhund yesterday, I washed his bedding and today, when the Exfactor comes over, we will tackle the cats, which is always a job and a half. You have to pounce on them and do it as quickly as you can to prevent any struggles and sharp nails making scratches in your hands. Cats can be very dumb animals and not understand that you are not doing anything harmful to them, they just think all of it is scary and they all become panic stricken.
The Überhund patiently undergoes whatever I do to him and he knows he will get a reward, but most of all, he trusts me and I think that is the main thing. He is such a trusting old dog. I call him an old dog, even though he doesn't really act all that old yet, except for his long naps and his unwillingness to play with little puppies that he meets on his walks. They are just a little bit too exuberant for him. Little puppies go crazy when they see him and want to climb all over him and he scoots out of the way in a hurry. They probably see him as a very strong paternal type.
Yesterday, when I came home, he didn't come tot he door, which was very odd and I went looking for him. He was laying on his blanket, but I couldn't see him breathe and for a moment, my heart was in my throat, until I called his name and he raised his head. He had just been so sound asleep that he hadn't heard me come home. Scary moments, those are.
My bank account is very low, due to having paid for my new glasses and for the expensive flea drops. I have 9 days left until I get paid again, and I will have to eke out an existence somehow and make it last as long as possible. It's a challenge, but one I won't be able to walk away from, nor would I want to. I had less money this month than I normally do, due to the ending of the year accounting in the subsidies and I knew it was going to be a bit tough. I'll just have to buy the minimum basics and get by the best way I can. Like I said, it is a challenge. Eking out an existence is not strange to me. I've had to do it before and somehow it always works out, robbing Peter to pay Paul. It's a fact of life.
Someone said to me yesterday, referring to my punk hairdo, "You're a pretty wild woman today," and then proceeded to tell me about this hairstyling stuff that is almost like rubber and when you apply it to your hair, you can shape it in any wild way you want and it will stay that way and be indestructible. It comes in a jar and is called the Body Shaper, or something like that. She told me where to buy it and when I am solvent again, I will get some, because I am all for hair that I can make do anything. I like having somewhat unruly hair. If my hair is combed too neatly, I feel very dull and unadventurous and my hair is so short now, that it needs all the help it can get. A jar costs less than 2 Euros, so that won't break the bank.
I enjoy walking around and looking at other women to see how they decorate themselves and what they do with their hair. I suppose I am always looking for ideas on what to do with myself and I always see something interesting that I want to try out. Or I see something someone is wearing and I want to find out where they bought it. The most interesting to me is to see what people do with short hair. Then I look at what people wear and I avoid looking at women that are my age, because they dress prematurely old for the most part. I mean, a lot of them dress like middle aged women and I'll have nothing to do with that.
I look at women in their thirties and see what they make of it. They wear interesting coats and boots and leggings and scarves and I get ideas on how to put those together, while still remaining true to myself. I pretty much know what is not gong to work for me, but I do like to upset the applecart. Combine Pipi Longstocking leggings with a flower print dress, for instance, and boots to go with it. Or wear two different but matching necklaces and a scarf and two or three layers of clothes of which each shows. It's all about decorating, like you are a Christmas tree or an art project.
I look at what men wear too, but I am less decided on what appeals to me, except that I like a bit of nonchalance as if it accidentally came together. I like big sweaters and tough shirts with rolled up sleeves and pants with pleats in them. I like jeans too and boots and very nice brown shoes. I like men in long coats. I don't like a man who wears a hat that even remotely looks like a cowboy hat, no matter how cold his head gets. I like men with longish hair that they have to keep tossing back and I love a man who smells good. Good aftershave is a must. I don't like a man who wears sport shoes. Well, I guess I am more decided than I thought I was.
Well, all craziness on a stick, as we say here, but those are just some of my thoughts on those subjects. I bet you couldn't wait to read them. Just for your information, the Exfactor wasn't anything like the man I describe up above. I haven't met that man yet, although I've tried to turn men in my life into that man. It doesn't work. You have to take what you get.
Well now, I think that just about does it for this ramble. It's been a pleasure firing away at you. Oh lord, I wonder what sort of mood I'm heading for now. Well, we'll see where the road takes me. Hopefully to some pleasant hilltop.