The weather is a lot warmer than I expected. It was 56 today, with scattered showers. Supposedly, tomorrow they're predicted to get rain-turning-to-snow, so they expect much lower temperatures. Apparently a few days ago the temp got down to 15 at 10pm. So I brought a warm wool coat but haven't had any reason to wear it thus far. I may be glad to have it later, though. That's what everyone at the grocery store said, anyway.
My dad has a cat named Edie (named for the street he lives on: Edith) and she's terribly cute. She's about a year old and absolutely tiny. Our cats would dwarf her. She has the cutest high-pitched meow, and she is terribly outgoing. Within minutes of meeting me, she leapt up onto my lap and made herself comfortable. She also leapt up on my bed last night and insisted on being petted. I stayed in bed about 20 minutes after I'd woken up, because I was busy petting the cat.
My dad actually does have a tv and cable; he got them after I had talked to him and he'd told me he didn't have a tv. So we've watched some tv together -- just a bit -- and I'm amazed by how long commercial breaks are! I've gotten spoiled by our Tivo and it seems like the commercials take longer than the show! It's very frustrating. It was better watching BBC news. My dad likes to watch true crime shows, but those aren't always on. I'm surprised that he hasn't had a tv in a long time, because he seems to turn the tv on as background noise all the time. I thought only die-hard tv watchers did that, like my mom. It's rather odd.
My dad is making dinner tonight. Some beef thing with roasted potatoes and carrots. I offered to help but he insisted on doing it all on his own. He keeps asking me, "Do you eat such-and-such?" and I keep telling him, "I eat almost everything, Dad." He's paranoid that he's going to pick the one thing I don't eat. But the things I don't like are things I'll still eat, like eggplant and raw tomatoes. So it's no big deal. But he's taking my status as a visitor very seriously. Of course, I guess we'll be eating dinner in front of the television, since he doesn't have a table to eat at and that's where the chairs are. It'll be just like home, except without the coffee table to put stuff on.
Well, off I go to have dinner back at Dad's house. I wish I had time to read my friends list, but maybe another day.