The Cat with Hands

It was an interesting day. It began with three and a half hours at work in which I trained my wife to do the job that I've been doing for the last two weeks and which she will be doing for the forseeable future. It was a lot of fun, and most people seemed sad to see me go. There's some talk of bringing me on in a part-time capacity. We'll have to see what happens.

Afterwards, we met Sue, my eldest sister, for lunch. There was a problem with our debit card; while minor, it was still kind of embarrassing. Thankfully, Sue was quite cool about it. When my wife went back to work, Sue, her daughter Emily, and I went on a jaunt to Arthur Avenue, the Italian section of the Bronx. I've been wanting to bring Sue there for a long time, and it was a kick. We wandered through the little markets, cheese shops, butchers, and bakeries. Sue got to see where we live and George's day care. I, meanwhile, got to spend some time with my niece, my sister got to spend time with her niece, and a good time was had by all.

Once I got home, I started cooking dinner and went out to move the car, only to get nailed by the police for talking on the cell phone. They let me off with a pretty minor ticket, but my base tendency is to get really freaked out when approached by anyone with a uniform, so I'm still a little wigged out.

Mixed in with all of this, there have been problems with Jerome the cat and various other minor dramas. Long story short, it's been a pretty full day, and I'm a bit fried. However, I want to show you this. I've been told that it's a little scary, but I really like it a lot. It's creaky and cool in a Richard Gory/Addams Family/Tim Burton kind of way, and I hope you get a kick out of it:



Excuse the flakiness--I should be much more with it tomorrow.