More winter wrap-up. I swear I'll finish this before spring. I mentioned that I was late getting on the road to ConDor Friday night, 2008-02-29. Well, there was a good reason for that. Oh, shopping was only part of that. In my previous post, I mentioned what I served at the party, and I didn't buy all of that Friday. The Macaroni and Cheese, and the frozen cake, were purchased Saturday morning in San Diego (at Smart & Final).
Friday after work, I picked up a few things and headed home. library_lynn and missmea were there, washing all of Maria's clothes. Apparently Maria's kittens Kaylee and River turned out not to both be girls after all, and Mr. Kaylee has marked just about everything Maria wears. So thorough washing (and re-washing) with vinegar was called for.
The cat smell didn't bother Maria as much as it did Lynn, because (a) Maria was used to it by now, living in the apartment with it, and (b) Lynn's nose is more sensitive. Well, it turns out mine is more sensitive than either of theirs. I asked that they leave the side door of the garage open, as long as there was going to be piles of smelly clothing in the baskets there. It took about two weeks for us to go through all the clothes she left here that night and for the garage to air out.
And it turns out that the shoes were suspect, too. Maria put them all outside, to air out a bit while we went and had dinner. Here's a picture Lynn took of me at Chili's waiting for our table, using the "night picture" option. It turned out better than the ones I took using the same feature. Probably because I didn't keep the camera steady after the flash fired. What the feature does is take an exposure longer than the flash time. So the foreground subject is lit up, and you still get some detail in the night behind the person. Not a bad feature for something automatic and with no tripod. I must remember to keep still and not rush to take the next shot.
We ate. We came home. And then came the challenge. Maria knew that some of her shoes smelled, and they'd need to be checked... by someone with a sensitive nose...
Let's draw a veil over the next half hour, shall we? Suffice to say that some shoes smell of leather, and some smell of cat, and some smell of foot. A few of the "cat" shoes were horrible, and a few others I thought might be redeemable with appropriate cleaning. I had accidentally left my camera behind at the restaurant, so there are no pictures of Chaz smelling every shoe owned by the daughter of my heart.
Then there was running to the restaurant, and some other family stuff... And that's why I was so late getting to San Diego that night. Too many shoes.