Yesterday we had to take a computer to Daniel’s work. To get there we have to go across the city and skirt the edge of the CBD. There is a street there called Herschel St and there is a sign pointing the way to go for it. Whenever I go past there and see that sign I get a funny little picture in my head of a person, whoever it is that is responsible for naming streets, sitting there thinking about what to call this street and then imagining the conversations between passersby with some amusement. In the street namer’s imagination, there are two people driving past and one of them says to the other, “Herschel Street? That’s a weird name.” And then the other person says, completely deadpan of course, “Yeah. That’s who discovered Uranus.”
And the street namer sighs in contended satisfaction of having provided everyone with such an opportunity for lame humour, thus brightening the world.
Today my grandmother is having an operation, basically an appendectomy but I think maybe more too, can’t remember. There is a thing with her ovary too and I am not sure if they are going to do something to that while they are there. My mum went to stay with them on Saturday so she can help after my grandmother comes out of the hospital. And then she is going to stay for a bit more since it is almost my grandfather’s birthday. 85. Last night we had Dory sleep over because she gets very sad when Mum goes away. She is a funny dog. She is fascinated by Zaphod. He was sitting under our barbeque which he likes to do because it is outside and the barbeque has a cover on it, so no one can see him. If we want to find him we have to lift the side of the cover and look, but obviously he didn’t take into account that some creatures have a better sense of smell than pathetic humans. So Dora was thrilled that she found him, although terrified, because he is after all a cat. And he was terrified because he is terrified of all other living creatures, so he was hissing and she was yelping and it was all rather annoyingly noisy.
She is a nice snuggler though. She gets right in under the covers and cuddles up to your side. I think if she is really cold she curls right up fully under the doona but sometimes she is very person-like and has her head out on the pillow next to ours. There is a lot of cute. When she first stayed with us ages ago she was obviously confused about why she was there and Mum was not and she would barely eat anything at all. She must know now that she will go home and Mum will come back soon too because she no longer does the hunger strike thing.