Agenda
Moby has his own agenda, and when it's a lap he wants, it's a lap he gets.
Well, no harm, much more love, let it be.
Pepperoncini - not ripe, but a bit of sun might resolve that.
Same for the late tomatoes.
Frost warnings up, so I finished up the garden, and will start planning for spring in a while. Next the putting away. Drain the hose and put up window sealers, get the light in the garage. Put up the curtains to keep the warm in smaller cells, space heater at the ready, bed warmer on the bed.
Not much of a basker, but warm is good. The weather is cooler, if still damn sere.
Got to see friends yesterday. Youngest son charms me, the light of intelligence in his eyes, my friend's genes expressing. He's a good kid, and I feel a strange closeness. We all went to a mini Maker Faire, which was more interesting than I expected, I have a soft spot for junkbots and greenscreens. Dave*'s son, and so very like him.
Moby joins me in the sunbeam, until he sees the reflection on the wall. The treadmill has been a no-go area, but as it's the only way to the bright light, well, it's no hinderance at all, now.
Having dreams about smokers, dropping butts on gardens, stinking up the place.99998
Moby sat on the keyboard for a minute. Apparently thinking numerically. He's been very chasy the last day or so. Now, he's taking a bath on the treadmill. D's been so faithful in taking his hard walk every day, and when he goes to put on jeans, after a summer in shorts (he works out of the public eye, and can wear shorts at work) he can tell he's rather smaller. I'm just glad he's healthier.
Looking at a tough week ahead. On hold until it's over.
*see previous notes on names and preponderance of Daves.
Well, no harm, much more love, let it be.
Pepperoncini - not ripe, but a bit of sun might resolve that.
Same for the late tomatoes.
Frost warnings up, so I finished up the garden, and will start planning for spring in a while. Next the putting away. Drain the hose and put up window sealers, get the light in the garage. Put up the curtains to keep the warm in smaller cells, space heater at the ready, bed warmer on the bed.
Not much of a basker, but warm is good. The weather is cooler, if still damn sere.
Got to see friends yesterday. Youngest son charms me, the light of intelligence in his eyes, my friend's genes expressing. He's a good kid, and I feel a strange closeness. We all went to a mini Maker Faire, which was more interesting than I expected, I have a soft spot for junkbots and greenscreens. Dave*'s son, and so very like him.
Moby joins me in the sunbeam, until he sees the reflection on the wall. The treadmill has been a no-go area, but as it's the only way to the bright light, well, it's no hinderance at all, now.
Having dreams about smokers, dropping butts on gardens, stinking up the place.99998
Moby sat on the keyboard for a minute. Apparently thinking numerically. He's been very chasy the last day or so. Now, he's taking a bath on the treadmill. D's been so faithful in taking his hard walk every day, and when he goes to put on jeans, after a summer in shorts (he works out of the public eye, and can wear shorts at work) he can tell he's rather smaller. I'm just glad he's healthier.
Looking at a tough week ahead. On hold until it's over.
*see previous notes on names and preponderance of Daves.
Posted by Zhoen on Sunday, October 07, 2012
3 comments:
Frost hasn't yet arrived here, though it is coming. I pulled up the last of my parsnips today, they did fairly well, though I did let them grow for two years.
When a cat has an agenda (and they almost always do), it is best to go with the flow, as far as one is able.
There is something about the way Moby is draped that speaks to his divine ownership of his humans, his house, his yard, his universe. All hail, Mobius Caesar!
Phil,
Still haven't seen any frost, but then I leave early, and in the dark.
Crow,
He is a much more confident cat these days. Secure in his position, adoration, and gracious in his affections.
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