I’ve been having those, “someday” thoughts this weekend. Like, “Someday, I’ll take up cooking and experiment with recipes and I won’t mind spending hours creating a meal.” Or, “Someday, I’ll buy a bike and go for long bike rides in the nice weather.” Or “Someday, I’ll join one of those California wine clubs and become knowledgeable about different wines, and impress people with my knowledge.”

That’s just a few of the somedays I’m thinking about, the others involving health, fitness, and finance. There’s probably a dozen more I could have listed in detail. I think I need to take heed of the most important one:

“Someday I’m going to realize that someday is now.”

Remember my whole “I’m so glad the cats haven’t figured out how to get on the kitchen cabinets” jinx I placed on myself a few days ago?

Guess who just figured out how to get onto the (forbidden, and thought to be impossible to reach, therefore the hiding spot for many forbidden items) floating shelf over our sofa in the living room. Zelda.

We did a little furniture re-arranging so it won’t (we hope) happen again, but still. Wow. It’s like she planned that, just to make me look like a doofus.

In other news: Mr. Martini and I took a ride on the bus to hit a different neighborhood for lunch today. On the bus, I noticed someone had left behind a (new/clean) disposable diaper and an umbrella. I’m thinking that with the storms we had this afternoon, and the basic use of the diaper, someone is probably soaking wet this afternoon. In more ways than one.

Today was one of those days that reminded me that I live in a city with over 3 million people.

Three. Million. People. When you consider I grew up in a town that had a population of about 30,000, that’s a big leap.

Here’s a brief snippet of what I saw today, that made me think, “Wow, there sure are a lot of people in this city, most of them very, very different from me:

1. Not one, but two different people wearing surgical masks in public. The first was a lady on the el this morning, the second was a man carrying a sandwich board (”Men’s Suits!”) down Michigan Avenue at lunchtime.

2. Two women at the Bobbi Brown makeup counter at Nordstoms, one lamenting to the other, “I mean, I know I’m already 32, but she didn’t have to rub it in and make me feel so old!”

3. On my walk along Michigan Avenue at lunch, I think I heard at least 5 different foreign languages. Which reminded me I have to renew my passport, because you never know when I’ll be the one somewhere speaking the foreign language.

4. A homeless guy working the crowd gathered by the sidewalk breakdancers.

5. An aging hippie woman (I’d guess in her late 60s) climbing the stairs out of the subway, wearing a long flowery skirt and sandals and a backpack with various “Peace Now” type buttons covering most of it.

6. A pair of people who I believe were pickpocketers. I was behind them on Michigan, and even though they were together (as I gathered from the glances passed back and forth) they walked very separately from one another, and she had a large bag while he seemed to be purposely getting in everyone’s way. While I didn’t see anything actually happen, it all looked very suspicious.

7. Crowded sidewalks, crowded crosswalks, crowded train cars, crowded pretty much everywhere.

So many people. You never really get away from them. Even now, at home, I’m distinctly aware of the people in the apartments above us and below us. All of these people living so close to each other. It just boggles my mind sometimes.

I am having some serious Mac envy.

I’m typing this on a perfectly fine refurbished Dell PC I bought about a year ago, to replace the slowly dying PC I had bought 5 years before that one, and it’s… fine. I haven’t had any problems since I took it out of the box (except the need to buy it more memory to actually run the pre-installed Vista - don’t get me started). I don’t use it for mega-processing, just your typical web-browsing, home finance record-keeping, and cat picture storage.

Yet. I keep thinking that it would be so nice to have one of those cute little Mac laptops, with the portability and the sleek design. Did I mention the cute?

I think I know what is causing this. Whenever I walk past the Apple store on Michigan when I’m walking around at lunch, I have to go in and look. And the Apple store has a very particular odor. I used to think it was just having that many fancy electronics running in a small space. But now I think they must pump some sort of pheromone into the air to twist your mind into pure retail lust for any Mac product.

Either that, or I’m just a sucker for the cute design, and those Justin Long commercials. Which is probably more likely.

It never fails. When my parents were visiting, I bragged to them about how the cats never claw the furniture. The day after they left? Ruby discovered that the arms of my desk chair were fun to fight, claw and chew.

Then one day last week I thought to myself, “Wow, remember when the cats used to chew the cables behind the computer? I’m so glad those days are over!” The next day, I had to chase them away from playing with my CAT6 cables and speaker wires behind my computer.

Just now, Mr. Martini and I were watching a TV show that showed a cat hanging out on top of the kitchen cupboards. Before I really thought about it, I said, “Wow, I’m so glad our cats can’t get on top of our kitchen cupboards.”

Any bets on how long it will take the cats to figure that one out?