Little Things

Another week, another blog post. Some interesting things happened this week.

Here is the first decent picture I've been able to get of Steve's two cats. They belong to him, but I am treated like staff as well, because I am present and available to serve. For Christmas I got Steve (well, and the cats, too) one of those automated cat boxes that cleans the litter after every...usage. Now the cats spend all their time in the box trying to strategically plant their deposits so as to defeat the raking mechanism and stall it out (which can be done). Then the humans have to scurry down the garage stairs and rectify the situation. They succeed at their goal several times a week. It's all great fun.

On Friday I actually had face time with my mostly absent cousin Robin Riker. We got together for lunch at The Bowery, a Hollywood spot neither of us had been to before (I think it used to be called the Baked Potato or something ridiculous like that; it's just east of the corner of Sunset and Vine, a few doors down from Nickelodeon on Sunset, which used to be the old Aquarius Theater which was refurbished and reopened for the musical "Hair" back in the 1970s. Also, the ill-fated Chevy Chase talk show originated from the same location. Now you can see the water tower where they store all the slime for the Nickelodeon shows. (Actually, that's not true, but it doesn't really matter: We're in Hollywood).

Saturday Steve and I went out and shopped for new pots for the patio, since there are several plants in dire need of repotting. We found some lovely pots and picked up a couple bags of potting soil, got it all home and promptly turned our attentions to several Netflix DVDs we had received over the past week. "Spaceballs" (which Steve had never seen) and "Beowulf" (which neither of us has ever seen) were our two choices. It was much nicer than getting all dirty on the patio, albeit with sterilized soil in a bag.

Next week we're planning on seeing the L.A. Gay Men's Chorus at the Alex Theater in Glendale with a another couple. That's Friday night. Saturday, I have promised the plants, we shall do the repotting.

TTFN (tata for now).