I was working on a Word document early this morning and downloading a video history of punk rock in 7 parts. It was pretty good. The only thing I didn’t like about the punk rock movement was the gobbing at concerts and the swastikas kids would be wearing. Everything else was ok. I was 23 in 1975 as the punk rock movement was just emerging. I didn’t get into on the “fashion level.” no red dyed mohawk or safety pins for this guy.
After that I shut the computer off. It was going on 3:30am. Where was my wife? It was looking pretty breezy out there. I got dressed and headed out back here to go look for her. It was really windy out there and I began to worry. I pushed against the wind up the grassy rise just out the side of out building. Dust everywhere. Out behind us is a little park like setting. Nice trees and grass with a cement pathway. I went to the tree where Anne feeds “Boots” and Boots was there. I was looking for Anne and I began to worry. It was so dark out there but surprisingly the wind wasn’t cold at all in fact it was a warm mild early morning. Most people are in bed but here I am up at 3:30am in the morning looking and worried for my wife. I’m looking about and I see something extra dark around a tree about 50 feet away. Upon investigate what it was a little closer, I could make out a face sitting down by a tree. Jesus, it was my wife holding onto a piece of cardboard. “Honey?” She said how she watched our lights go off and on and could see me changing through the office window, Too funny. She was just out there watching the wind enjpying the breeze. Boots came by and as the wind picked up the cat scampered off in between those Edmonton housing condos just out behind us here. Anne led me to a shed used by the property custodian and the cat crawls underneath that. Personally I think we should just take Boots into the vet, get him cleaned up and see if he’s got an ID tattoo or a chip. He might be to young to have one. I think he’s maybe 2 years old. He’s not fully developed yet. But that would give us 5 cats. Maybe we should just get him cleaned up do the vet stuff, tattoo’s etc neutered that sort of thing, put him in a cat cage and send him off to Nyack New Jersey care of Keith Graham, hehehe.
Anyway after all was said and done we wee in bed by 4am. I slept pretty good. Not much going on. Just some banking after work.
Anyway Bloggers, that‘s all for now
e. Jim