WOL

These notices had been written by Christopher Robin, who was the only one in the forest who could spell; for Owl, wise though he was in many ways, able to read and write and spell his own name WOL, yet somehow went all to pieces over delicate words like MEASLES and BUTTEREDTOAST.

A.A.Milne


How to feel like a small, squeaking creature.

Monday called off, eleven hours Tuesday and Wednesday, off today - Thursday. Picked up turkey thighs for catsoup on the way home, stayed up until 2230 to make sure it was cooked, to be stripped and prepped and mixed with pumpkin in the morning for kitty consumption. So tired.

Eleanor sitting on my chest this morning the last several hours of sleep-ish. I think she missed me a bit. I know I missed her vibrating purr and gentle paws. Slept until 0800, which was wonderful beyond words, especially with a cat purring on my sternum.

After making catsoup, I cleaned the kitchen, badly in need. Systematically, thoroughly, very squeaky. Job-in -front-of-me method. Night before last dreamed of the leeks and potato leftovers, how I must make potato leek soup, no idea how, too asleep to look it up. Started it this morning after cleaning the crock pot of turkey, and wondered over the instructions to puree it.

Today, walked to the Large Store a block away, found %50 off shorts*, and an $8 mixer. Figured, hell, can't go too far wrong. Turns out it's a pretty reliable little tool, went at the soup with. Soup turned out very tasty, to our delight. While at Large Store, heard a cashier singing the Mickey Mouse song. Elderly woman in her line apparently delighted. Walked out smiling and warmed by her small kindness, even without context.



Smelled fire last evening, soon after heard a plethora of sirens. Turned out to be a block away from an apartment we once lived in, several blocks away from us now. Pot raid the night before, guy arrested, let out on bail, neighbors figure he set the grow operation on fire. Sounds likely, or at least related. Could just be overextended wiring. Ruined old house, poor thing.

Reading Longbourne by Jo Baker, and loving it. Also read American Born Chinese by Gene Luen Yang, also very good. Nice to be reading books again. Last month I wasn't reading much.

Went out first thing this morning to dig out stink tree sprouts and check the tomatoes. Lovely just to be outside. Cats glad to have food.


*Shorts fit well, too.