Patience

Still can't pick up Eleanor. Sometimes when we come home, she looks at me through the window as if to say, 'Who are you?' Moby completely chill, unless he's doing Ninja-Kitty. But nothing we do bothers him any other time.

"Have patience, it only takes about ten years to completely earn a cat's trust."
-Felines of New York.

Found a Fresh Air interview with Shugs&Fats. Woman's version of Key & Peele, more or less.


Wetter weather dribbling in slowly. Could use a few all-day rains, but those are uncommon here.

Got home early yesterday, after being late Monday. This is what the OR is like. Even stopping to help a nurse well known for getting himself in a tizzy, because the procedure room cases weren't open, and he was in a panic. He's not an OR nurse, but they are doing cases a step above office, not really needing a full OR, local anesthetic, so no anesthesiologists, with him charting, an assistant from the surgeon's office, and the surgeon. Nurse Tizzy working himself up because the assistant only comes down with the surgeon, instead of coming down early to get all the supplies ready.

I tell him, "Just make a pile, no sweat."

That I also know that surgeon's preferences so well helped. I completely took over opening, "I got this, it's fine" placing everything as clearly as possible.

These are very small cases, I could open all three, slowly, in less than ten minutes. He remarked at how tidy I made it look. I think my nonchalance rubbed off a bit, being purposefully slow, deliberate, just to get him to calm down. He's been known to be a bit dismissive of the need for actual OR trained people, now he's beginning to see we have a lot more value. He was touchingly grateful to me for a very simple task.

Started on the other front windows today. Stripped and caulked. May well tape and paint over the weekend. Tending my seeds and turning the compost.