Rain Clouds Come to Play Again

Miss Pickles, I do so love you. This afternoon, I left a dresser drawer open full of FOLDED clothing, while I ironed something that came out of the dryer wrinkled. Was ironing away, while my fuzzy and chubby kitten decided to unfold everything into her own personal little bed. I wish I had a better dresser for her, cause the cheap nails don't stay well in the press-wood when a cat is jumping in and out of the drawer at her leisure, and rolling around in there amongst the clothing.

I took a few pictures, but that is my favourite one of the lot.

Today was suppose to be a really good day but I'm not sure what happened. Keith picked me up to go to Bathurst for the afternoon, to do a bit of shopping. He was kind of in a strange mood when we arrived at the mall, sort of restless and wandered off on me a bit. That was fine, needed a new bra and Zellers was having a sale. Picked up a great pair of jeans (I had bought the same ones a few months earlier for almost $50, and I got them for less than $20 today) as well.

We ended up at Staples where he fussed about the external HD not being in stock. I mentioned they had some big cans of compressed air for a good price, since his laptop was in dire need of a spraying. He grunted at me, I took that as "I don't want it" or "no" and left it on the shelf. Later, he said "Did you grab that air?" and I said "Well...no...you didn't say you wanted." Turns out, that grunt meant "Yeah, grab that." Er...if that grunt meant yes I am in some serious trouble. I don't know his sounds at all.

Then, we sort of drove around and he was again, restless, really quiet. At one point, we'd gone to SuperStore before supper because he was really hungry. On the way out, he began to go on and on and on about how ugly this woman was. I mean, on. "I know I'm not shit hot, but Jesus. Come on people." Now...I'm all for a good joke at someone's expense as long as there is the element of humour and I don't take it too far. But this wasn't even a joke, it was just him being a jerk. She wasn't even ugly! And, it's not like it's her fault even if she was. I could sort of see if he was saying something about her weight if she was morbidly obese or something (not that I'm advocating that, but meaning she could at least do something about it). Finally, I said something, so he'd take it easy.

The ride home was very silent. Keith barely spoke. At first I thought it was the rain, but it was clear that he was locked inside his mind. He did touch my leg and leave his hand their twice but then retreated back to his side of the car. I had a bit of a sinus headache at this point, and didn't want to disturb his thoughts. And at this point my good mood had been spoiled, so I remained silent (save for when he did speak to me) for most of the ride home.

He's in a bit of a pity-mode right now. That's fine, I'm sure he'll get over it.

Here's the shake, though. The whole thing has sort of soured me a bit. Liz has given me a bit of advise about remaining friends for at least another 3 months. She says that I have a "life blanket" and normally she's trying to drag it away from me. But with this whole Keith thing, she seems to think I should have it wrapped around my waist at this point.

I agree.