Fair's fair, show you the pretty, now the un-pretty. One of the catboxes. Moby seems quite happy to have two toilet areas. We would like the same, can't blame him. He does love to scatter it about, though. It's right next to the basement stairwell.
And this is what that pink insulation foam panel looks like. Very lightweight, I usually just drop it on my head and place it as I go downstairs. Not letting Moby down there, too much dirt of unknown composition, inadequate lights, and I'm not entirely sure there aren't any ways out for a cat. He's managed it a couple of times, and I've brought him up quite un-ceremonially. Last time I had to grab him by his tail, and clean him off after. (Some spray on cat-bath stuff we'd gotten years ago, and only used once before. He did not mind it anywhere near as much as I would have expected. But then, I think he can tell when I'm simply Not To Be Challenged.)
More ivy abatement today, another garbage bin full, at which point I had to stop. No more room to put the debris, no more oomph left to do more. Although I did go out and mop a bit of dirt off the windows on that side. Not a shiny job, but it lets more light in. One kitchen window needs to be re-caulked. The ivy is to be blamed, or the previous owners. That will be a job for another day, with a ladder and another set of hands. Going to try borax on the roots pushing up between the now-visible sidewalk and the foundation. That, and my diligence, may work in time. Eventually, the ivy will recycle the house, but not now. I'm checking the entropy.
All about paying attention, waking up. There are times to dream, wish, sleep, drift. Out minds need to idle and drift. Seductive, though, to stay there. A time to grow, a time to rot. Then it's time to attend, stretch out every feeler, really look, stay aware. Joining a local community gardening group, signed up for a seminar in March. I can use some good, basic information. Have not ever had my own garden, only working in my mother's as a kid. In Michigan. Very different circumstance. She grew rhubarb and tomatoes & cherry tomatoes, radishes. I can't remember anything else.
At the moment, I'm having some tea to sooth from the ivy dust. It's been very rainy, so the particles were minimal, but I knelt down in there. Washing everything I had on. Later, more sweeping, the music room and the catbox near the basement. Whole lotta litter all over. Moby is an industrious digger. As seen above.
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