Anogete's Journal

I feel as if I've been beaten up. The alarm went off at 9:30am this morning because I don't get up until 10:00 unless forced to.

( adopting dogs and babysitting a one-year-old )

After we left, we picked up something for dinner at the grocery store. I cooked, shoved food in my mouth, took a shower, and threw myself into bed. Dealing with dogs and babies is tough work. Ferguson and I were pooped, and we needed a nap. Unfortunately, I couldn't sleep, so I ended up in the kitchen stuffing three Weissella Soft Gingerbread Cookies (with a chocolate coating!) in my mouth even though I wasn't hungry. Now I feel sick and stuffed and miserable. But the cookies were excellent.

The Discovery Channel had a program on titled The Secret History of the Freemasons. I got sucked into it while preparing and eating dinner this evening. My dad is a Freemason. I remember several men coming to our house when I was younger (thirteen, fourteen?) and asking me questions about my dad's character and what I thought of him. I didn't really understand until later that they were questioning me because my dad had asked to be inducted as a member of their temple. Character is very important to them. My father maintains that had I said something bad about him, then he would not have been allowed into the organization. At any rate, growing up around many Freemasons (many of my father's friends were members), I came to consider it a glorified boys' club who held honor and good citizenship in high regard. He always told me that if a Mason was ever in need of help, then he, as a Mason, was obligated to help that person as much as was in his power. When I moved out here, he told me to find the Masonic Lodge, then told me to go there if I ever found myself in trouble. He claimed that if I told them I was the daughter of a Mason, they would help me in any way they could, including getting me passage back home. How weird... Anyway, after all the conspiracy theories presented in the program, I found it amusing that--in the end--they also came to the conclusion I did: that Masonic Lodges are rather large, glorified boys' clubs. I thought it might be funny to send him a copy of the program on DVD, but I can't seem to find it available on the Discovery website.

I took this past Friday off work because I felt like going in that morning would have been a complete waste. We've been a bit slow lately, so all of my daily work can be done within a couple hours. I'm left to my own devices for the remaining six, which isn't usually all that bad; I've just been feeling trapped lately. So, I got up early and walked Ferguson, went grocery shopping, and other assorted tasks.

Judy with Quixote Humane (the no-kill shelter I adopted Ferguson from) sent me an e-mail asking if I was available to volunteer at the adoption clinic on Saturday. It's only a few minutes from my place, and I really am excited about helping them out. Jason's grandfather is in the hospital with some serious infections, so I'm not sure if we're obligated to hang out there on Saturday or not. If not, then I'm all for doing this adoption clinic with Quixote.

Oh, and how hot is my icon of Haji from Blood+? Woo, boy...