Good morning. Wet and cold, starting to turn into snow. Making the catsoup in the instapot, very efficient, and meets with feline approval. We still supplement it with potassium and calcium (in the form of powdered egg shells) and a dash of turmeric, like we did with Moby. Figure it can't hurt. Zeppo's coat is amazingly shiny, and Eleanor gleams. She got on me last night as I read in bed, purred and snuggled as if she'd missed me the last couple of days. Made it hard to hold the book. She was back on me this morning as I woke up, her blissful little head pressed into my throat.
Zeppo scrunched Dylan as we read, not purring, but relaxed. Until he wasn't and had to chase the sneaky demons on the other side of the house. He takes this duty very seriously. Not much else is serious about him, our comical cat.
He loves the aroma of grapes. He will nose around until I get one off for him to topple and battle. If I leave the grapeless stalks overnight, they will be on the floor in the morning. I've seen him very purposefully pick them up and cache them beneath the sofa. He doesn't seem to eat them, we find the grapes intact but a bit soft, shortly after.
Reminds me of the joke.
Duck walks into a bar, asks the bartender, "Got any grapes?"
Bartender, taken aback says, "No, of course we don't have grapes. Get out of here."
Little while later, duck comes back, goes up to the bartender and asks, "Got any grapes?"
Bartender says, "No. We don't have grapes, and we don't serve your kind in here. Get out."
Duck waddles out. Duck comes back in, goes up to the bartender and asks, "Got any grapes?"
Bartender yells, "Look, I don't serve ducks, we don't have any grapes, and if you come in here one more time I'm gonna nail your bill to the bar! GET OUT!"
Duck waddles out. An hour later the duck cautiously waddles back in, asks the bartender, "Got any nails?"
Bartender is livid, confused, screams "NO I DON'T HAVE ANY NAILS!"
"Great!" says the duck. "Got any grapes?"
Not a flat black, but a sort of mottled rusty finish.
January 1941. "Street scene in Ambridge, Pennsylvania." Medium format acetate negative by John Vachon for the Farm Security Administration.
Granny always had those shoe covers, see the woman on the far right.
via Shorpy.com
4 comments:
I don't understand the railing pictures. Have you replaced the railing? Both look perfectly serviceable. Loved the duck joke, by the way.
Cat,
Yes, new railings. The old ones were rusty, wobbly, banged against the pillars, contributed to the degradation of the brick, made clearing the steps of snow impossible. They were not up to code on any point.
Thank you for everything in this post, especially the story of the Deer Mother.
am,
Reindeer dreams to you.
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