Sunday night

"Desperate Housewives" was good. Gaby made me laugh and Susan made me cry. Had all my chores done before the show started. Had a piece of that fish and a big bowl of the vegetable beef soup for dinner. The soup came out great and I used mostly frozen vegetables (Publix soup mix and mixed vegs) and canned goods (beef broth and crushed tomatoes). Normally I chop up a leek, a turnip, a parsnip, carrots, etc. (I used to shred a little head of cabbage until I started using slaw in a bag.) I'll keep making it the easier way from now on. Flavor was excellent. For the meat, I used a large package of stew beef cut into bite-sized chunks. I also had some frozen fresh dill (much easier to chop when frozen).

This weekend I resigned myself to the fact that I'll never "get over" the mess with B. That wasn't happening, so I've decided to "embrace" it instead. I've never been the victim of "alienation of affection" and a psychopath before. (A double whammy like no other.) (I wouldn't wish this on anyone, as they say.) I still worry about B. being in that relationship. (The BF recently left me a phone message which began: "Hey, Mr. [my first name], this is me, [BF's name]. I'm [B.]'s boyfriend now!".) (Imagine calling me "Mr. [my first name].") (I don't even know the person--and don't wish to.) Oh well. I guess psychopaths can be lovable, esp. when the drugs are good.

(Have I mentioned that once, after B. left, I overheard the BF, talking to my neighbor in the hallway, saying, "You don't have to have your name on the deed to own a place." (B. is under the impression that the guy owns several places and had made a point to tell me that, as if to say that the guy was better off and had more to offer B. than I did, with my one measly place {which B. loved, by the way, and still has mail sent to}.) According to the Miami-Dade and Broward county property records, he owns one condominium in Miami-Dade. I talked to a lawyer friend of mine about this and he couldn't really come up with a scenario where what the BF said was true. (It certainly didn't make sense to me.) I also thought it was an interesting twist of fate that I should have heard the BF say this. I had just exited my apartment and was standing by the elevators on my way down. He was standing a few feet away, outside my neighbor's door.)

Poor Bootsy (B.'s cat!). I think he's worn out from trying to get himself dry. I hate to traumatize him. He was good about getting bathed, even though he complained a lot. But he didn't try to bite me or anything. I think the whole thing traumatized Lucky, too. He was sitting outside the shower stall the whole time, looking in at Bootsy. And then he was sniffing him afterwards. (I used baby shampoo.) Now they're both sleeping on the bed together.

I like "Renovation Realities" and "The Stagers" on Sunday night ("I would rather have singed my arm than to singe this carpet right now!") (The mother and daughter team was doing the staging tonight. I like them but prefer Matthew.)

Back to work tomorrow.

P.S. Bootsy came into the computer room here after midnight. I gave him a good brushing. He looks really good and appreciated the grooming. He must be happier now that his behind is clean. I had to pick out dried feces (not a lot). I also used a fingernail brush. He's clean and happy now. Then he had a good ear treatment tonight from the new tube.

Back on the bed, after being brushed just now. Lookin' and feelin' good. He proudly posed for this photo.