Pouring

Raining the last day or so, a cold and persistent rain. Since I don't have to shovel rain, and we are desperately in need of water here, this is just fine. Snow in the mountains, promising the skiers some happiness, although it's not their ideal snow, and the avalanche danger is very high.

Raked out the clogged gutter of muck and trash. Lots of trash. Amazing how a small proportion of people can leave so much. Someone had been standing near the hedge, dropped a pack of cigarettes, and a score of butts, on the front garden, evidently stood there a long time, smoking. Apparently the sort of person who doesn't see that as very weird. This is the neighborhood. Lots of decent folks, a small but significant number of seedy ones.

I miss days out east when the rain rains all day, and all night, and all the next day too. The drizzle and fog, rain to scour the winter away. It all gets a bit much out on a great lake or ocean, sometimes. Here, never enough for me, and I find it comforting. Today, we are communing with the napping cats.

Eleanor walked up on me this morning, sat on my chest with her haunch against my cheek, her tail flipping around my ear. I called out to D, "I have a cat." He answered "So have I." When she'd decided that was enough, she sat up on my shoulder, her back legs on my clavicle for several minutes. Must've looked funny. Sure felt odd.

Moby purred on D's lap long after Eleanor let me get up. They've been largely ignoring each other lately. Well, as long as it's peaceful, it's their business, we just watch.

I should start on dinner. Not much interested in food, but putting it off too long doesn't help. And lunch for work. So tired of thinking about food. Two meals a week, I could get excited about. The rest of the time, just something nourishing and unremarkable. I enjoy tasty, spicy, healthy meals, but only while I'm eating them, and only then if I'm hungry. Makes shopping difficult, and learning to be a better cook an uphill battle.