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Monday, September 04, 2006


one of the things that happens to me when i get away from my life for any length of time in a non work way is that i start forgetting how to talk. ask anyone who has spent any time in the bush with me and they'll tell you that by day three i'm a smiling moron who can hardly string four words together.

this doesn't only happen in the bush, i'm minded of a canada day weekend i passed a little over a year ago and i never went more than ten blocks from my home but by the end of it i was speechless with bliss.

i don't really get it per se i just know that somehow i end up incapable of speech the happier i get.

it's often extremely hard for me to reenter my life when the time comes to get back to it.

it won't be so bad this time because i got home in time to go climbing and do some laundry and watch a little television so i've sort of started to dial back into my life. but sometimes i do something like walk out of hillside and try to teach three hours later.

it's almost impossible.

fortunately my clients are used to their teacher being insane, but that's still no reason to wander back into town mumbling under my breath and waving my hands around instead of talking. sure the nice waitress at the breakfast joint comprehends pointing and smiling but try getting six people over forty who are trying to do pilates to get what you're saying if you're refusing to use words.

yeah, it's hard and strange.

all i want to do is wander around and smile and use maybe fourteen words and it's all good and there i am in my car when bam. yeah dudes, we hit TRAFFIC heading back into town at two o'clock in the afternoon on a holiday.

what's strange is that i think i may have needed it, in fact, i think without the traffic that i might not have been able to make words today at all. i would have gone to the climbing gym and smiled at a few people and fallen off a problem or two and that would have been that.

instead i went and talked to a couple of poeple while running off to hide in the corners that didn't have people in them.

works for me.

okay so harriet.

that little bitch.

er can she be a bitch if she's a cat? is there a rule? i mean dogs can be bitches but can cats...?

hrm is there an arbiter or this stuff we can ask?

anyway yeah so harriet takes off on thursday afternoon, like she somehow just knows that i'm about to go on a lovely camping weekend with my best friend. like she's figured out that i will be distracted enough by her missingness that i will actually worry when i should be camping.

hell, she's thinking to herself that if *i* can go on an adventure then so can she. yes she is.

i know this because if she hadn't been thinking that way she would have been whining outside the window of the home we share within a couple of hours of her departure.

but was she?

fuck no, she was off gallavanting about the universe at that point. in fact, being smart she didn't even try to get home until after i had left to go camping. left with messages scattered about that suggested things to the people left behind.

actions they might take if she were to show up magically when they were here to feed mouse.

but i was so sure she wasn't coming back that i even asked mouse how long she wanted me to wait before i got her another kitten. mouse, needless to say, just looked at me like i was high.

i can't explain it but it just felt like she left. so you can imagine my surprise when i got a call in a campground on othercat's phone to tell me that she was home.

and how was she home?

did she get found and taken to a shelter?
did one of my neighbours find her and stuff her back in her house? (as has happened several times before)
did she come to the window and climb back in?
did she meow outside someone's apartment?

oh no, none of that. instead she broke in to the kitchen window of the apartment next door.

broke in, walked down their wall with her muddy little paws and basically informed them that they were taking care of her until such time as her home was available again.

of course, because they've met her?

they bowed down to her wishes.

in due course the neighbour with a key to her home arrived and let her in here whereupon she promptly stalked around demanding food. covered in mud and happy to be home.

smart little bitch. she knew if i was here when she walked in all stinky and covered in mud that she was having a bath so she came home in time for me to hear about it and calm down before i saw her.

she still isn't getting any fuss made about her. little bitch.

yes, of course i'm glad she's home, that's a stupid question. i'm just furious with her for taking off like that and i *know* damm well she's going to do it again.

oh yeah, campy pics... here's one:

the rest, and the post, are on othercat's blog.


Anonymous clarity said...

Okay. I'm posting here just so I can be first!

So there!

I'm glad you had a good time camping. And also that Harriet came back. Enjoy the rest of your week.

9/05/2006 01:49:00 AM  
Blogger debambam said...

Camping is good, when it's REAL camping like your doing. In a tent. In open air. I have a friend who recently went 'camping' for the first time in her 33 year life. But i'm not sure if sleeping in a cave that has a bbq, built in fire pit, hammocks for sleeping, chemical toilet and swags supplied is considered camping is it? Although there was apparently roasting of toast and marshmallows over fire done...hehehehe
Glad you 'found' both your cat and your words, although neither were really 'lost' now were they? You just didn't know where they were :)
Cheers ,Kelly

9/05/2006 04:52:00 AM  
Blogger Kristen said...

I'm not really the camping type but I'm glad you enjoyed yourself.

I'm glad Harriet came home :)

9/05/2006 06:35:00 AM  
Blogger Madame X said...

This past winter I had a horrible cold that left me speechless.
I taught for 2 weeks using only my body.
It was an incredible experience.
It forced my students to rely on my body not my voice to move their bodies.
My more experienced students enjoyed the challenge while the newer ones were very glad when I regained my voice.

The camping picture made me do a silent scream.
I just...I can't even think of camping with out getting anxious and twitchy.
I grew up camping, I think that's enough said.

9/05/2006 07:19:00 AM  
Anonymous gabriella said...

you bloody dough-head! you coulda took a trip to the Donkey Sanctuary of Canada while you were at Guelph Lake! it's on Concession 4, 6891 --- second left turn from highway 6 north to Guelph. sheeeesh! we got a baby donkey born 3 weeks ago. he's a white fluffy little guy who is growing mighty fast.

9/05/2006 07:27:00 AM  
Blogger DZER said...

welcome back, sass ... and gato

9/05/2006 09:03:00 AM  
Blogger sassinak said...

clarity: i think that's a great reason to comment really :)

regarding my little cat? i'm glad she's home but my apartment is VERY stuffy because of the closing of the living room window. if only she willingly STAYED home.

do you think that we're going swimming ever again?

deb: well some would argue that because we had a car and i use an air mattress and bedding instead of a sleeping bag that we weren't 'camping' either. i don't know if what your friend did is camping, it's at least 'roughing it' or something but that's about it.

i think she had a stellar introduction to camping and will be more willing to sleep in a tent now?

she found herself that little bitch. i'm pissed as only a loving cat-mommy can be! but i'm glad she found home again.

kj: i am too :)

9/05/2006 11:42:00 AM  
Blogger sassinak said...

madame: that's a hella strange thing to do. when i give my clients that option they always elect to run screaming in the other direction because they think i'm contagious.

they don't get that it's just overuse of the pipes.

how was it for you?

oh man camping with the parents will make anyone hate it!

gabi: well um i didn't know that? and damm dude it would have been lovely to see a baby donkey!

why am i a dough head? *g*

dzer: thanks babe :)

9/05/2006 11:49:00 AM  
Blogger Spill The Beans said...

God, I haven't been camping in forever. Your pic makes me want to head out!

9/05/2006 03:18:00 PM  
Blogger Madame X said...

I actually LOVE to teach with out using my voice.
The gym members are pretty cool with it but I do teach a different kind of class.
As for the 'cootie' factor?
I blame the members for giving me the 'cooties' in the first place.

In my opinion there is only one thing worse than camping, camping in the rain!

You go girl and camp, I'll stay here and watch a movie ;)

9/05/2006 03:57:00 PM  
Blogger sassinak said...

trouble: well grab that delicious man of yours and get gone!

madame: how do you do it? when you teach with no voice? i have days i speak very little and point and gesture a lot but i'm nonetheless curious.


you have the advantage of working for a gym whereas i work for each client individually...

it wasn't raining it was only soft and misty and drizzly with a touch of rain... twas lovely i swear...

9/05/2006 05:02:00 PM  
Blogger Casually Me said...

Nice pics...

9/05/2006 05:17:00 PM  
Blogger Madame X said...

Because of the crappy sound system at the gym where I teach (yes I wear a cordless mic) I've developed hand motions.
I started to use hand motions last year after I atteneded an ECA conferance and took a dance workshop taught by two Swedish people who did not speak English.
It was amazing! One of the most impressive things that happened during the class was in responce to the teachers being silent the students were silent. Really really cool.
It is true that I couldn't get away with this if I were on a one to one basis.

9/05/2006 08:19:00 PM  
Blogger Dark Lady said...

I guess sometimes actions do speak louder than words :)

9/05/2006 08:20:00 PM  
Blogger sassinak said...

cas: you're funny :)

madame: yeah we have that option at the gym i work in but i can't bear to wear it... so i don't play music and i talk loud. were it worse? i might just work elsewhere *g*

IF i had the option.

that sounds like an amazing workshop, i'd love to hook up and trade teaching tips sometime...

which reminds me, i have an email from you that i MUST answer

dark lady: nearly always :)

9/05/2006 09:01:00 PM  
Anonymous gabriella said...

you're a dough-head because you didn't tell me WHERE you were going camping. i just thought when you mentioned it that you were going up north someplace. if you'datoldme, then i wouldatoldya to come by a visit while i clean poop and stones out of donkeys' hooves. and you woulda seen the cute little white fuzzy donkey baby and his mommy. plus all the other sweet donkeys. next time you go camping in that direction, don't forget, eh?

9/05/2006 09:18:00 PM  
Blogger sassinak said...

gabi: i still don't see why that makes me a dough head... i think i said i was camping at hillside maybe... but i try not to give too much details in class because i was told that people come to class for them and not me and i'm trying to remember that and chatter less.

yes, i suck at not chattering :)

anyway, maybe i could come with you the weekend after this one? i'm usually free on saturdays around one...?

9/05/2006 09:38:00 PM  
Blogger kathi said...

I'd love to get away for awhile, and camping sounds...well, not as good as a cabin. :) I'm not as earthy as you.

9/05/2006 10:38:00 PM  
Blogger sassinak said...

kathi: hey man i think if you want to go hang with nature then who am i to argue as to your methods?

9/06/2006 12:24:00 AM  
Blogger john said...

I've hiked two weeks through the mountains with nothing but the 40 lbs. pack on my back. I've hung out in cabins that have had full kitchens and beds. I've canoed 80 miles through lakes and portages in the boundary waters and I've car camped with coolers of beer. To me it doesn't really matter how you do it, if you are changing up the routine, getting a good dose of nature, and altering your regular perspective on life then it's all good to me...

Glad to hear Harriet came back. I have a friend who named his cat Jack Kerouac because he found him as a kitten "on the road." He disappeared once, but returned 2 weeks later. We figured it was just another chapter in his little kitty hitchhiking book...

9/06/2006 10:06:00 AM  
Blogger sassinak said...

john you and othercat should go hiking together... and leave me out of it! *grin*

kidding, i think when my back is up to sleeping on the ground again i might just do one of those. regardless, i completely agree with you that getting into nature is really all that's required. it's just faster when you're sleeping in a tent is all :)

oh man... that's a great reason to name a cat something. damm. that's even better than miss harriet naming herself.

and to whomever asked if i'm speaking to her yet? getting there.

9/06/2006 12:06:00 PM  
Blogger HuneeB said...

I saw this pic on Other's blog and I thought how cute, I really like this picture :) It looks so happy :)

I am so glad that your kitty is home, you sounded very sad thinking that she was not coming back...

9/08/2006 02:36:00 AM  
Blogger sassinak said...

hunee: i love this pic too, if it was a wee bit bigger i'd cut out my face and feet and use it for a profile pic...

she left again and came back again.

i think i may need to find her a home in the country...


9/08/2006 12:22:00 PM  

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