I might as well surrender because I am surrounded by the people with verbal diarrhea. Miss Kitty’s grandma does not recognize the glassy-eyed, entranced stare with the body turned fully toward the television as a sign that no one is wanting to listen to her near constant monologue. After more than six weeks in the house, she has also not yet come to the conclusion that for Miss Kitty and myself, mornings are sacred and one should say as little as necessary. Every morning I walk up the stairs, open the door to the hallway and head for the kitchen. Grandma spots me from her favorite chair in the living room and asks me, “You up for all day?” I look at her blankly because I am not able to speak yet and I am tired of the daily joke. She chortles to herself as she answers her own question with “I hope not, I hope you’ll get a chance to sit down sometime.” I scuffle into the kitchen to gather my cereal and orange juice as fast as possible to make my escape to my basement lair. I turn on the television to hear a bunch of talk about more people, places and things I don’t care about at all. I just don’t get why celebrities get so much air time for doing idiot things like dangling a baby over a balcony or a hungry crocodile or getting married in Las Vegas. Save it for some midmorning show for people who have nothing better to do than watch drivel. And can we please bar Michael Jackson’s relatives from news programs? They really don’t have anything new to add.

This morning was a little different. There was a sleeping body on the living room sofa. I investigated to find that the body belonged to Polyester. Despite her slumbering great grandson, grandma began her jabber for the day. I had a sudden fear that Polyester would be staying and there would be two people stuck in their own universe performing endless monologues. I suppose we might be able to stick them in a room together and they might feel like they are having a conversation.

So, after escaping grandma’s babbling, I come to work where I take a call from a new worker who is for some mysterious reason under the supervision of my boss though she isn’t paid by our agency. She called to leave a message for the boss that went something like this, “ I just wanted to let her know that if she plans to call me today, I have an eye appointment at 10 and I will be leaving at a quarter to 10 and I don’t know how long I will be gone. Now if she plans to call me tomorrow since that is our normal day for supervision, I will be here, but if she plans to call me today, I have an eye appointment at 10 and I won’t be here after a quarter to ten, but if she wants to call me before that, I will be here. Oh, and I have gotten some work done on that project she wants to talk about when she calls me today or tomorrow.” I suspect that her verbal thoroughness is underappreciated. My boss doesn’t find it as humorous as I do. She doesn’t get the Barenaked Ladies either. Oh well.

I guess that’s all for now.

Love to all.