Well… February has slid to a close, and although I’m aching to see some warm weather after winter’s seemingly endless onslaught, March has shaped up to be colder, nastier, and wetter than either January or February combined. 😦 Still, even if my spirits are at a low ebb thanks to the one-two punch of my normal seasonal depression and my recent hormonal shifts, once in a while something nice comes along to lift me up and fill me with the all the happy feels… and nobody is better at making that happen than a certain silly Catgirl’s wonderful soulmate. Always scheming to come up with new ways to shower lil’ ol’ me with affection, she’s managed to poke a hole in the grey cloudy miasma that has had me in it’s grip with another of her special lil’ surprises.
Which means, it’s “Diary” time again here at the Litterbox, Gentle Visitors. Time yet again for me to give you all another long overdue peek into the ordinary boring life of a middle-aged Catgirl. So what are you waitin’ for? C’mon… silly. You know what to do… 😉
So… I’ve already told you all about my sneaky wife’s love of surprises, right? Yep. It’s really a “thing” with Carolyn. Giving presents and gifts and celebrating birthdays, anniversaries, or other special events is just nowhere as much fun for her as coming up with yet new ways to make it all secret and surprising. Sometimes she even manages to also surprise herself along with everybody else too…. 😉
Valentines Day came round again, as as it’s sorta our “unofficial” anniversary, we both like to try to do something sweet and romantic to celebrate the day. Sometimes it’s a big deal… other times a nice quiet personal lil’ romantic frolic for just the two of us, but we always manage something. Naturally that gets Carolyn’s sneaky lil’ brain scheming to think of some way to catch me unawares… even though she knows it’s pretty much impossible after all these years. I just know her tooo darn well.
But this year, Fate itself lent her an unexpected hand, and she managed to pull one off. Even if it wasn’t exactly according to plan.
The day itself slid by, and I was on full alert… ready for her to try something, but…. nope. Nada. I mean, we did go out for dinner together that evening, and even some flirtatious dancing at our favorite local club, but there were no surprises. Nothing at all…. which was kind of weird, because for a couple of weeks leading up to it, I’d been getting those vibes… The ones that my patented “Magical Catgirl Senses” always tell me my sweetie is “up to something”. But…. then the big day arrived, and… nothing. Could my well honed senses be now all screwy and out of whack as the rest of me? Impossible… but there we were.
I kept on alert for the next couple of days… well, OK… actually for the whole rest of the week…. but still nope. Finally I let my guard down and chalked it up to us maybe sliding into that comfortable routine that all couples eventually find themselves in. Not a bad thing… just kinda how all relationships have a way of evolving I guess.
I forgot all about it until just the other day, when I got a slip in our mailbox from the Postman about a package that hadn’t fit in our mailbox and that needed to be picked up down at the Post Office. A package from Russia. Russia? Errrr…. ummmm… wait a minute… I don’t have anything on order from Russia. There’s a brief moment of panic then…. your Favorite Catgirl’s barely concealed paranoia rearing it’s ugly head as I spin out all these conspiracy theories about Russian Mafia guys and yet another ugly possible breach of my credit card to send me 80 lbs of caviar or something else equally unwanted and stupidly pricey. Crap!! OMG!!! (Breathe, Miyuki, breathe!! You can fix this… Please let me fix this…. )
I was at home alone that particular day, and all the worries about what the heck was possibly going on made me too nervous to do anything other than immediately walk down to the Post office to see what the heck was up. (And yes…. nervously worrying the whole time about those Russian mobsters running up huge charges on my credit card…. although a quick check of it before I left assured me there were no crazy unexpected charges on it. Ha!…. HA!!! That just means they’ve taken out a completely new card in your name!! Grrrrr! No!! Stop it brain!! You are just blowing this waaaaay out of proportion!! Stop thinking!! Happy thoughts…. happy thoughts!!)
So I get there, and discover one really important thing that goofy lil’ me had completely missed in my spasm of paranoia. The package wasn’t addressed to me. It was Carolyn’s. Errrr? Wait a minute? My adorable wifey never shops overseas… in fact she finds my fascination with such stuff kind of silly and amusing. So…. what the heck would she be buying… in Russia of all places?
It was one honking big box too! About a foot and a half square. As I had the slip, and the postal worker knew me, I was able to sign for it and carry it home, all the while as curious as all heck to know what the heck it was. I called Carolyn at work once I got back… but she wasn’t available. (Something that turned out to be utter bullshit…. the sneak… she had been tracking the package and knew darned well it was due that day. She just wanted to torture me, knowing I’d never just open it without asking her first…. 😛 )
Eventually she came home after work, and with that crooked lil’ smile of hers causally remarked, “Oh… So it finally came. I’d just about given up it. Thanks for picking it up Miyu…”
So, knowing full well that curiosity was just about killing me, she cracked it open and continued, saying, “I had meant this to get here way back in February in time for Valentines Day, but I probably should have asked you how reliable the Russian postal service was before ordering… So… ummmm…. “Surprise!!”
Inside was a big honking bundle which turned out to be my Valentines Day gift… delayed as is the inevitable case when shipping things in from behind the ruins of the Iron Curtain. Hehehe…. so thanks to that my sweetie managed to surprise me after all.
What was inside? Well… apparently Carolyn had been chatting with Darrell and picking his brain for something “woodsy” for my present. Something to make our next camping or hiking trip all extra special. Something I’d like…. but also something I definitely didn’t already have, and Darrell suggested a gorka. Gorka? What the heck is that you ask? Well… a gorka is a Russian military mountaineering suit comprised of a durable windproof anorak and a pair of over-pants with suspenders made of windproof and rain resistant canvas. They are currently the outfit of choice for Russian special purpose forces, as well as pretty much anybody thinking of a rugged survival suit for bushcraft… and it was most definitely something I didn’t already have.
Apparently, over a couple of weeks, Darrell had helped her pick out about the nicest and least “army” looking set you could imagine. (There are a ridiculously huge number of variants of these…) She’d gone on eBay, found a suitably helpful seller, and after several back and forth crudely translated emails, manged to buy the smallest size available for lil’ ol’ me. (Which still admittedly does fit me a little baggy…. apparently there are practically no tiny Asian Catgirl wannabees in the Russian army…. Go figure… Luckily, I’ve always liked such stuff a little baggy and loose. Nice for layering… 😉 )
Now that was terribly sweet and romantic of my adorable wife. But you know what really nearly made me cry? The second matching set in her size she bought for herself. ❤
Seriously. With shipping and all, these were somewhat expensive…. and the idea that she wanted it tells me just how much my wilderness-phobic sweetheart really wants to go camping again. With me. That idea just about made my heart melt… and I gave her about the fiercest hug to thank her for her wonderful surprise. Yep. She “got me”… again. ❤
So…. apparently, sometime soon we’re going camping again. 🙂 Yay!!
Probably not until later in the Summer mind you, but we are going. Now I just need to find something for my loving wife to make that a special trip for her too. Eeeeeehhh!!! We’ve still got it… That silly, romantic “can’t live without you”, “wanna be with you forever” feeling… I’m a lucky, lucky lady. 🙂
Sigh. So, anyways, that’s my “Diary” for this time out. Now that February is gone, our Movie Theme festival is all wrapped up and I expect I’ll get back to our usual style of reviews, just as soon as I get another day off to write one up. Ohhh… wait a minute, that would be tomorrow!! Yep. If I can resist the urge to play “slug”, I ought to get a review in place tomorrow for “Crimson Peak” the Victorian ghost story from director Guillermo del Toro. Ooooohhh! Ghosts! Yep. That certainly sounds like a certain crazy lady’s cup of tea….
Till then, “Meow, meow for now!!”