Really enjoying the long weekend, even if it is not really a day off. Moby very engaged. He slept stretched out between our backs for the last hour or so this morning, not stirring even when I nearly rolled over on him. Wriggled, and realized this was not D, this was a cat. Very unusual. As I sat with the laptop, feet up on the stool, he looked over the screen, then hopped over it onto the keyboard. Took some convincing to coax him onto my actual lap instead. Meantime, he opened a webpage, took a screenshot, opened it into an email, & turned the sound all the way up. Clever cat. We got grocery store roses, with long grand fronds. Moby knew immediately, and mrrked and pawed as I got them into a vase, very insistent "Give that to me! I know that's for me! Give that to me NOW!" He ingested some, and horked it up within minutes, to his evident satisfaction.
He's having a good upside-down head nap.
Picked up some fish emulsion and bean inoculant, and some wild seed mix. Oh, and some red beans from the asian market, along with oolong bags for work. Still have to wait a couple of weeks to plant. The waiting is the hardest part.
The latest insight into the genetics - excuses. All the excuses to go along with all the drama. I rather figured out in my mid to late twenties that no one gives a shit about my excuses. Do the job, fulfill the promise, actions count, words are just words unless they reinforce the actions. Alone, they are worse than nothing, a affront, a lie. The worst kind, the ones people tell themselves, being so persuasive until the bottom falls through.
Over the years, I have grown most impatient with excuses, and neglect, and earnest promises unkept. Malice is least forgivable, but then, it is easier to spot. When one disappoints, the only response is apology and a clear intent to do better, never to throw up a defensive excuse - no matter how good it is. Worse - to lay on a pile of excuses to make the one let down feel guilty for even asking.
Moby wanted to eat grass, and had no interest in why it was taking so damn long. I apologized, and hurried up. Joy ensued.