As of this writing, I’ve been off work for a few days, getting a feel for life after the job. It’s a good feeling. One day I spent several hours knitting and listening to an audio book (normally that’s my bliss, but the novel–Last Rituals by Icelandic author Yrsa Sigurdardottir–was […]
I cannot pretend to be upbeat and positive. I want to be. I was at the beginning of the month but events–both national and local–have left me feeling sad and often scared. While I’m writing this post, I’m listening to a podcast that a relative (by marriage) publicly shared on […]
Well, hello, 2021! So far, it’s looking good. At least for me since I’ve been living in my comfortable, do-not-wear-in-public, sometimes-wear-to-bed clothes since January 1. Of course, by the time you all read this, I’ll be in regular work garb. But only another 4+4 weeks of that. I expect January […]
My wounds are healing, and the size of my hand is now normal. The swelling only lasted until Tuesday, although I was impressed with what I could still do while it was swollen (knit, type). Our bond with Raji gets a bit stronger each day. He really doesn’t hold a […]
Lesson learned: never try to pick up a scared and cornered cat. The flight or fight instinct kicks in and since there is no way to flee the human hand, he’ll fight it. Best that the human just walk away.
I’ve never been very good at planning, but somehow my plans still work out. Just sometimes later than sooner. Nature and my cats help keep me on track.
Baby steps are the kind of steps that risk-adverse people like to take. These kind of steps pay off in huge rewards of light and color, warmth and furry critters.
The adventure has begun in earnest. Will he or won’t he become the fourth dimension of the kitty kingdom that is our home?
I love the number thirteen. That and the fact that I got an extra hour’s sleep this weekend made me feel quite chippy on Sunday. Monday (today) starts week #13 in my countdown, so for once I actually looked forward to Monday. To a point anyway. This will no doubt […]
At 63 years old, I still enjoy getting dirty as much as I did when I was 6.