Facebook does
strange things. I went from about 100 ‘Friends’
to almost 900 in about a month! I ‘allowed’
most of them, because all I use Facebook for is a place to post pictures of quilts
and scenery and quilts and cats and quilts – and I do get a bit of business
from my page. I have no idea why such a
flock of people wanted to ‘Friend’ me suddenly. I looked it up on Google, and see I’m not the
only one. I click ‘Confirm’ on most of
them, because I’m a curious person, and I like to see what’s going to happen
next. Most are ladies from Facebook
quilting groups I belong to, and since one group has over 75,000 members,
another 10,000, and the others several thousand each, I guess it’s not too unusual
that after I posted several pictures of quilts I’ve done, a large number would
want to be a ‘Friend’. I wound up with a
few oddballs; but, fortunately, it’s just as easy to ‘Unfriend’ someone as it
is to ‘Friend’ them, so ... no problemo. 😉
One young woman wanted
Larry and I to be her godparents. Must’ve thought we were millionaires. 😏 Another, a young woman from
India, want to ‘chat you every day’. I
don’t use Facebook to chat. I ignore
chat requests. But when she wrote
several times under a photo I posted, ‘Text me please,’ I did so, on the off
chance that she was coming to America with several thousand quilts for which
she would pay me $100 an hour to do custom quilting on.
She wasn’t. She wanted to ‘chat me’. I thanked her politely for writing, told her
I had no time for chatting, wished her well, and bid her adieu. She went on writing. She requested that I text her tomorrow. She requested that I set a special time to
‘chat me’, because she didn’t have any friends.
I knew better than that, because I’d clicked on her name, looked at her
page, and seen pictures of her with her friends and family.
I ignored her.
She launched into
apologies and requests for forgiveness.
I ‘unfriended’ her.
She sent a sad
monkey face.
I blocked her.
And that was the
end of that.
After that, I
decided to stop ‘friending’ people from the far ends of the earth. They aren’t going to be sending me quilts to
do, I don’t imagine.
Speaking
of texting, I’ve been getting phone texts from family members this week that
were sent an hour or two earlier – they floated around in the stratosphere for
a while before they found their way to my computer or phone. I told a few of the kids, “Maybe you’d better
use Pony Express or smoke signals for any emergencies; it’ll get here faster.”
Last Monday night,
I took part in a webinar by a lady named Kari Schell, who’s an award-winning
quilter, a pattern designer, an Electric Quilt expert, and a certified Art and
Stitch instructor. The webinar was all
about EQ8 – the new Electric Quilt upgrade.
The upgrade was on sale, and I bought it. I have a new toy to play with! All the designs I’ve created in EQ7 will
transfer to EQ8 without any problem.
There are some math
teachers and retired math teachers on some of the quilting groups to which I belong. We were discussing arithmetic... geometry...
algebra... And guess what was in the
comics Tuesday? You’d think they were
eavesdropping on our conversations.
Peanuts
Zits
Tuesday afternoon, I
finished my customer’s Americana quilt. I’m pleased with how it turned
out; the ‘Eagle with Stars’ made a striking pantograph. More photos are posted here.
That’s all the
customer quilts I’ll be doing for a while, other than one next month. I need to get ready for Christmas!
For the next three
days, I cut pieces for the Baskets of Lilies quilt. Wednesday, I cut diamonds for the ‘petals’.
I had about a dozen cut already, and by the time I quit for the night, there were
232 cut, which makes 58 ‘blossoms’. 17 more ‘blossoms’ to go – that’s 68
diamonds I still needed to cut. It’s not a very fast process, since a)
it’s scrappy, so there aren’t a whole lot of diamonds cut from the same
fabric, and b) the fabric from which I’m cutting the diamonds is
generally in smallish pieces already. Hence,
no long strips... no sewing of long strips together and then diamonds cut from those. Most of the time, I’m only cutting two
diamonds at a time.
And here’s one of
the blocks:
Depending on what
it looks like when I’m done, I just might try entering it in one of the bigger
quilt shows, such as AQS or HMQS.
You know...
you can say ‘AQS Quilting Show’, and that’s fine, because AQS stands for ‘American
Quilter’s Society’. But if you say, ‘HMQS Quilting Show’, you’re actually
saying ‘Home Machine Quilting Show Quilting Show’. heh It’s like
saying ‘ATM machine’, which is the same as saying ‘Automatic Teller Machine
Machine’. Or ‘just for your FYI’, which is the same as saying, ‘just for
your for your information’. Or ‘VIN number’, which is the same as saying,
‘Vehicle Registration Number number’.
heh heh
And that’s your
little grammar and English lesson for the day.
“All these acronyms these days make my head spin,” wrote a friend upon
reading the above. “Every time I turn around there’s a new one, and I
have to look it up online.”
“Me, too!” I
responded. “And sometimes, after I look one up, I have to then go rinse
my brain out with Lysol, in order to unlearn what I just learnt. 😲”
Thursday, the wind was
blowing at a steady 30 mph, with gusts to 55 mph. Roof shingles were
laying here and there around the property. It got up to 57° that
afternoon, but the wind chill was 40°.
Meanwhile, it was
-4° in Alert, Nunavut, Canada, with snow. That’s the northernmost town in
the world. And it was 93° in Khartoum, Sudan, and the temperature was expected
to rise to 102°.
See, we didn’t have
it so bad after all.
I’ve always enjoyed
weather forecasts... watching weather here and there around the world...
comparing highs and lows...
That day, I
finished cutting all the diamonds for the ‘petals’, then cut the green
triangles that will make the ‘base’ of the blossoms. Those were all the colored patches.
I washed clothes
that day, periodically clambering up the stairs to put a load into the dryer,
refill the washer, and fold and put away the things removed from the dryer. My sewing room is downstairs, and the washer
and dryer are upstairs. It seemed like a
looong way up there with these sore toes (which are quite a lot improved, by
the way). On one of my treks upstairs, I got all the houseplants watered
and the kitchen cleaned, then headed back downstairs to continue cutting.
Loren brought us
Subway sandwiches for supper – sliced roast beef with lots of vegetables.
Mmmm, mmm.
A friend remarked, “They are very
selfish with the veggies at the Subway closest to me. So I just keep on saying more veggies please!”
The workers at
different Subways obviously have different trainers (or maybe just different
personalities)... because as we go from Subway to Subway (sounds like we stop
at every one we come to, heh) across the country, there is a big difference in
how generous they are with their ingredients. At the two Subways in our
town, the workers stuff the sandwiches so full, they can hardly get the paper
wrapped around them. 😋
Once when we were
in Raton, New Mexico, Larry’s Aunt Lynn took us to the local Subway. I
ordered a BLT ‘with everything’. The friendly Mexican man who was making
our sandwiches was also the owner/manager.
He skillfully built
three sandwiches at a time, layering everything artistically (and generously)
with fast-flying fingers. He glanced up at me as he neared the container
with the jalapeño and banana peppers.
“Peppers too?” he
asked.
I nodded.
He put a couple of
slices on. Paused. Looked up at me. “More?”
I smiled and
nodded.
He tipped his head
and gave me a cautionary look. “They’re hot!” he told me, and made a show
of fanning his mouth.
I laughed. “I
like hot stuff!” I said.
Then, with a
rollicking guffaw, “Good for you, my dear, good for you!” he exclaimed, and
tossed enough on to make a fire-breathing dragon out of me.
And then, as if
that wasn’t enough, when we got back to Aunt Lynn’s house, sat down around her
table, and began to eat, a number of my kiddos who had been trying to act Bold
and Brave with all their hot peppers, threw in the towel – and gave me
their peppers.
I put them on my
sandwich, and ate it.
You know, there is
such a thing as too many hot peppers.
When you not only
cannot taste the sandwich, but you also are unable to taste any food for
a couple of days thereafter, ... that’s too many hot peppers.
😲
I started cutting
the white background pieces. I got 75 squares and 150 triangles cut – and
then some... animal? bird? went skittering down the inside of the closet
door in my sewing room.
Larry, who is hard
of hearing, thinks I imagine half of what I hear. Well, if so, Teensy cat
imagined it right along with me! He was sleeping in the hallway just
outside the sewing room door, and he woke up fast, and stared with big
eyes at the closet door. It was open a few inches, because I’d been
getting fabric bins out, and then putting them back on shelves in there; and
there is a cord from a wall light that goes into the closet, with the switch
just inside the door, too. So Teensy and I both stared at that opening
for a few minutes to see what might emerge, and then I slammed it shut – and
stood there and listened for whatever else might happen.
Nothing happened.
I did what I do
best – I went for Larry.
He was having his
usual before-bedtime nap in the tub. But he obligingly finished his bath
quickly and came downstairs. I was in my sewing room at the cutting table
again, trying to make like a dragonfly and keep a 360° watch all around me.
Larry stealthily
opened the door and came sneaking in – and made me laugh, because he was
dressed all in black, with his riding gear on ----- and in one hand, he had his
high-powered pellet gun. hee hee Looked funny.
He conducted a
thorough search of my closet, and found nothing. No tracks, no claw
marks.
Every now and then,
especially this time of the year, I hear mice in the walls. That always makes
me stop whatever I’m doing, and rush around setting mouse traps. 😝
Whatever this was, it sounded bigger than a mouse. Maybe it
was in the closet wall, instead of against the inside the door and loose
in the closet itself, as I’d thought.
Ugh! The joys
of country living.
In case you’re
wondering, we’ve never seen any rats around this area. Mice... voles... chipmunks... ground
squirrels... moles... raccoons... opossums... squirrels... skunks... ferrets...
and the larger wild animals.
I set a bunch of
mouse traps – and have caught four mice since then. Maybe it was
just a mouse that I heard.
Friday, I needed to
take the box with my customer’s quilts to the post office, and was dreading the
moment when I’d have to put my sore toes into a shoe. It was too cold to wear flip-flops – only 34°,
with a wind chill of 21°, steady winds of 25 mph, and gusts up to 41 mph.
Another load of
clothes was in the washer. I ate an English
muffin... fed the livestock (three cats)... and then Hannah called, wondering
if I’d like some company.
Sure, I’d like some company! – especially hers. So she came out to
visit for a while that afternoon, bringing some of her quilling (paper craftwork – and she makes such
beautiful things) to work on while I edited photos. We talked as fast as ever we could, but simply couldn’t
get everything said that we wanted to say before she had to rush off to school
to pick up her kiddos.
When she headed
back to town, she took the box of quilts with her and mailed it for me. I appreciate my thoughtful children!
I posted the pictures from October 9th, the last day of
our trip to
Colorado. These photos were taken from Chadron to Keller Park State
Recreation Area north of Ainsworth:
Deciding it was the
perfect day for ham and butterbean soup, I threw the beans into a pot, cooked
them slowly for an hour, rinsed and drained them, and started them cooking
again with the chunks of ham, and then rummaged around in the refrigerator for
more ingredients. I found one lonesome
onion, sliced it up and threw it in... found some celery, sliced a few sticks
and put them in... and then I spotted a big zucchini someone gave us, so I
peeled it, removed the seeds, sliced and diced it, and put it in,
too. I hadn’t ever done that before.
Soon it was
bubbling away on the stove, sending up fragrant aromas, and making my mouth
water.
I tasted a little
spoonful after it had simmered for a few minutes, and mmmm, mmm, was it ever
good. I would’ve liked to have had some carrots, but there were none to
be had in the entire house, and no snowmen standing in the neighbors’ yards
from which I might steal the noses.
Thinking Larry
might be heading home by then, I sent him a text, asking him to pick up a
package of shredded carrots (the shredded ones cook a whole lot faster than the
whole ones).
But he was helping with
the construction of a big hog barn some distance to our north that day. It
was cold there, and Larry was glad he’d worn his flannel-lined jeans. There are many areas up that way where cell
phone service is practically zilch, so he didn’t get my message for a while –
and was late getting home, in any case.
He arrived with the carrots as I
was about to ladle soup into bowls.
“Wait!” he
exclaimed. “Here’s the carrots!”
“We’ll save them
for something else,” I told him. “The
soup is already done.”
“Can’t we just
pitch the shredded carrots into it and call it good?” he asked, looking
wistfully into the carrotless pot of soup.
“Aaaauuuggghhh, NO!!!” I exclaimed, clapping the lid back on
for fear he’d haul right off and do it.
“Why not?” he
asked, poised to tear open the bag.
I made a face. “Just, no,” I said.
He laughed and put
the carrots into the refrigerator.
So the ham and bean
soup had no carrots, but with salt and pepper and a dollop of butter, it would
do. It would do very well indeed.
That night, I
finished all the cutting for the Baskets of Lilies quilt, and then glued all
the stems onto their background pieces in preparation for appliquéing
them. This time, I used an Elmer’s Repositionable
Picture and Poster Stick. More often,
especially for little finicky pieces of appliqué, I use watered-down Elmer’s school
glue in a little bottle with a long needle tip. It’s pretty much the same
ingredients as the more expensive Roxanne Glue-Baste-It. It doesn’t get
stiff, washes out fine, and doesn’t discolor the fabric.
The next day, I
checked the stems, and they are all soft and pliable. The poster stick
works! As soon as I get these all appliquéd
down, I’ll be ready to piece the rest of the block.
I like to do things
‘assembly-line style’.
((...pause...))
Sometimes I then
rip things out, assembly-line style.
Yup, yup, a test
piece is a jolly good idea.
One of my favorite
points in quilt-making is right when everything is all cut out, and it’s time
to start sewing.
I used to like that
point in garment-making, too. I’d get a couple of outfits cut out for
each of the kids... have a tall stack of the fabric pieces that would make up shirts,
pants, skirts, blouses, dresses, nightgowns, pajamas... and then I’d put away all
the fabric I hadn’t used, sit down at the machine, pick up the first pieces, and
launch into the sewing.
A customer wrote to
ask, “I have several baby-sized quilts to send you in the near future. Would you prefer to get multiple at a time,
or as I go? Or does it matter?”
I answered, “It
doesn’t matter to me; you can send them in whatever way works best for
you. Maybe not all at once, just in case...” and I told her the following
story:
In the years I’ve
been sending and receiving quilts, nothing has ever been lost. But I
always hold my breath until they arrive safely. One time a box arrived
from a customer, and she hadn’t used much packaging tape – and the entire
bottom was sagging low, partially open, with quilts sticking out at the
sides. Aiiiyiiiyiii. They weren’t damaged, thankfully. I told
her about it, and suggested she use more tape the next time, and put the quilts
into a bag.
She did.
One piece.
Just o.n.e...m.o.r.e...p.i.e.c.e...o.f...t.a.p.e.
The box was falling
apart that time, too, but at least no
quilts were sticking out.
Frugal lady!—she
didn’t want to waste tape! Eek.
I like to ‘watch’
those packages, through the tracking websites, as they travel across the states.
‘Ground’ puts them on funny routes sometimes, though. They wind up going
the wrong way for awhile... turn around and head the other way... overshoot the
destination... and eventually come back. Sometimes they stall out in a
sorting facility close enough to your own house, you could go there and get it
in an hour or two – but it’s still three days out, by USPS standards. I
think ‘Ground’ actually means ‘The Scenic Route’.
Larry bought a tractor on the Big Iron Auction online –
and it’s in Dove Creek, Colorado. That’s way over in the southwest
corner of Colorado, some 900 miles away.
I think he looks
for things to buy some distance away, especially in Colorado, so that he has an
excuse to go there!
And it was a good price, of course. He also assures
me, “It doesn’t weigh 19,000 pounds, either.” (referring to the scissor lift we
picked up in Missouri.)
He can’t take off
work right now. However, over the
Thanksgiving weekend, he gets two paid holidays. We’ll go get it then, if the man will wait
that long for us to pick it up.
In 2004, we went to
Poncha Springs, Colorado, over the Thanksgiving weekend for a big load of
lumber for our house. Caleb and Victoria went with us.
My only digital
picture of Victoria is blurry. I did get quite a few pictures with
my good Minolta film camera; those pictures are in albums somewhere.
Gotta scan them... gotta scan them... These pictures are all taken with
my first digital, a little Vivitar.
We picked up an
antique clawfoot tub at a messy little antique store in Matheson on the way
there.
After the lumber
was loaded, the people at the lumber company used their forklift to put the tub
way up on top of the lumber.
We headed
home. Here’s what it started looking like as we headed back over the
mountain passes with our big load:
We decided to head
north toward I70 to get away from the storm, which was blowing eastward and
beginning to look like a blizzard – with a band of ice leading the way.
We stayed overnight at a motel in Sterling – and the storm took a northerly
swing, caught up with us, and grew worse and worse all the way home.
The next morning
there were just a couple of inches of snow on the ground – but it would
continue to get worse as we drove on into Nebraska. We saw dozens of wrecks and vehicles that had
slid into the ditch. As we headed into the breakfast nook in the motel
that morning, we saw a little boy staring out the window at our pickup and
trailer, loaded with lumber, the tub perched up on top, partially covered with
snow.
Then, in great
amazement, he exclaimed, “Look, Dad! A submarine!!!”
I took this shot from
our 2nd-floor window.
Below are a couple
of the many, many wrecks we saw. We even saw police cars, wreckers, and
snowplows in the ditch.
Let’s hope our travels this year won’t put us into a
big snowstorm. That can be a bit of a
nightmare, driving the mountain roads with a loaded trailer – especially when
one must share the road with idiots who are evidently from somewhere near the
equator, and have never seen snow before in their livelong lives.
Speaking of nightmares... do you dream? Well, I suppose most people dream. But many
forget what they’ve dreamed.
I have big ol’ psychedelic dreams. (And I don’t
even eat pepperoni before bedtime!) Sometimes if I wake up abruptly
enough, I can remember them (the dreams, not the pepperoni). Sometimes I
remember them through a mist, as it were, and the harder I try to grab the
details, the more they recede into the mist.
Did you ever wake
up after a dream, think, Well, that was certainly ridiculous and
absurd. ... then you fall back asleep and the silly dream starts up
right where it left off, as if there was no interruption?
If it would just be
productive and resolve all the questions and matters I’ve pondered during the
day! heh
Saturday, I ate a
toasted pumpkin spice English muffin with lots of butter and honey... started a
load of clothes... and headed downstairs to quilt something for my
sister-in-law, Annette, who was recently diagnosed with ovarian cancer and has
started chemotherapy treatments. It’s a
wholecloth printed quilt, and I planned to quilt around the paisleys and swirls
in the print.
The fabric is a brushed
cotton/poly/rayon, I think, in shades of pink with touches of aqua and yellow. It feels soft as silk. It was with my clothing fabrics, and I think,
though I’m not absolutely certain, that it was purchased to make a blouse to go
with a piece of pink linen I once made a suit jacket and skirt out of. I
believe I was copying an expensive outfit I saw in a catalogue somewhere.
But the more I
looked at that fabric, the more I didn’t want it for a blouse, and I wound up
buying a different length of fabric for the purpose. I kept wondering
what to do with it.
Not too long ago, my
brother gave me some bins of fabric and sewing things that used to be
Janice’s. In one was a piece of thick, snowy-white
fleece. It occurred to me, That would
make a fine and dandy backing for this paisley, swirly, stuff, and then it won’t need any batting.
I loaded the
fabrics, cleaned, oiled, and threaded my machine, and was off and running. I hoped to finish it that night, but along
about 11:00 p.m., my feet decided they wanted to go to my recliner, and when
they went, they took the rest of me with them.
Sunday morning, I
got up and prepared to go to church – but I couldn’t get my foot into any of my
good shoes, and hurt my toes trying.
“Why am I doing
this?!” I demanded of Larry, hopping on one foot until I could get the
offending shoe off. “This is stupid!”
He nodded in
agreement. “Just go sit down and take it
easy,” he told me.
I did, as soon as I
put my gazillions of shoes away. How
many shoes did Imelda Marcos have, and am I about to catch up? Hmmm... Oh.
She had over 1,220 shoes. Well, I
guess I have a ways to go, then.
I later found some
flats that will work, but by then the poor toes had swollen and turned colors
again from getting crammed into a tight spot of which they disapproved.
That
afternoon, I finished Annette’s quilt so Larry could take it with him when he
went to church that evening. One of
Annette’s daughter would then give it to her mother.
When I
was sewing the binding on, I sent Hester a picture that included the quilting
clips she gave me for my birthday, writing, “Lookie, the clips worked perfectly
for this job! So nice, not trying to sew
a rosebush (dozens of sharp pins all the way around the quilt), and finishing with
my arms looking like I’d had a wrestling match with a porcupine. The fold-it-to-the-back,
stitch-in-the-ditch-from-the-front method will always require pins – but the
fold-it-to-the-front, stitch-it-down-with-a-fancy-stitch method will now be
accomplished with quilting clips! They
are very nice clips. Thank you!”
A couple of people
have remarked that the fabric looks like it has a ‘baby-theme’ print. But it’s an optical illusion. It’s paisley swirls, flowers, feathers and
suchlike.
Speaking of optical
illusions... a few months ago, I was painstakingly creating what I thought were
lovely designs on a customer’s quilt.
When I was done, I
saw that all the designs along one border looked exactly like bug-eyed, angry
gargoyles.
A lady on a
quilting group sent a link to a tutorial on making rag quilts from old blue
jeans. That reminded me...
I once saw a lady at the Goodwill or Salvation Army
gather up an armload of jeans, choosing various colors of blue and navy, and
head for the checkout stand. Another lady tsk-tsked and scowled
ferociously at her, after hearing her say something about a rag quilt.
Well, lady, there were plenty more jeans where those came
from, and the lady was paying for them just like any other customer, and last I
checked, this is the U.S. of A., Land of the Free (sorta, most of the time),
and one can buy as many jeans as one wants, any ol’ day of the week. It
wasn’t like she grabbed them out of the other woman’s hands, after all.
((...rolling eyes...))
Then there was the time I went to the Goodwill for the
express purpose of buying shirts. I had four boys in the house, and they
were all growing like weeds. School was just starting, and they were in
dire need of shirts – long sleeve, short sleeve, and sweaters, too. The
hand-me-downs for the little guys were threadbare. Larry, too, needed shirts.
He wears his out quickly, with his job in construction.
Since shirts were on sale that day for $1.99, I chose
about ten shirts for each boy and for Larry, and a couple of sweaters for each,
one for everyday, one for dressier occasions. My criteria for choosing
clothes at the Goodwill is... they must look new.
That made 50 shirts and 10 sweaters. $120.
Not bad for that much stuff. That would be enough to keep the boys
shirt-clad for a year – and there would be newer and better hand-me-downs next
year.
The cart was full. It’s not unusual to see people
with full carts at the Goodwill, especially on sale days. There’s enough
stuff at our Goodwill that it would take an awful lot of full cartloads rolling
out of that store to make any sizeable change in inventory.
I happily pushed the cart up to the checkout stand.
And then I saw the elderly lady in a nearby aisle glaring
at me, shaking her head, clicking her tongue, ... She actually shook her finger at me, like a
disapproving old schoolmarm!
I looked at her for a while, trying to decide if she was
kidding... or not.
When the scowling and tut-tutting didn’t stop, and I
heard her mutter something about ‘people who take more than their share’, I
concluded she was not kidding.
So I grinned at her and said (just loudly enough for all
those who’d witnessed her censorious little display to hear me), “Would you
rather I sent my family off to school and to work in their bare skin?”
She didn’t expect that. She looked surprised, and
then when everybody around us laughed, her face turned red.
The clerk laughed
along with everyone else, and told me, “You’re fine, you’re fine,” as she
started tallying up my things.
Some people go around trying to police everyone else,
without ever bothering to find out their stories at all, and get away with it
for so long, they’re totally convinced they’re behaving exactly properly!
Ugh. I don’t appreciate bullies.
Anyway, I don’t know if she quit bullying anybody else,
but she did quit bullying me. I was not about to be
intimidated for buying things for my family, things they really needed.
All
around the countryside, cattails are going to seed, the fluffy down from their
seed heads blowing hither and yon.
Did
you know that these plants have been used for rush-bottom furniture, baskets,
and mats? The downy seeds have been used
to stuff pillows and mattresses, and during World War II were used to stuff
life jackets. Native Americans were experts
in using every part of the plant, not only for stuffing or the waterproof
qualities of the leaf, but as a reliable food source. All parts of the cattail plant, from the roots
to the flower heads, are edible. The
rootstock can be boiled or roasted, or dried and ground into a powdery flour. The center of the stalks is thick and starchy
and the flower heads can be roasted for a nutty tasting treat. Cattail plants have industrial uses as well. Plant parts can be distilled into ethyl
alcohol for antifreeze or an inexpensive solvent, and the stems produce a
sizing for shaving cream.
I
remember gathering up a nice ‘bouquet’ of cattails when I was little, and
installing them in a place of prominence in a large, heavy vase in my room. I was so amazed when I came home from school
one day, and found ‘fluff and fuzz’ all over my room. I didn’t know those things did that! 😯😮😄
Amy
called a little while ago to see if I needed anything from the store. I have sweet, thoughtful kids and kids-in-law!
Here’s
what just happened:
Tabby
begs for food. I set his saucer with
soft food down for him. He nibbles. He quits.
I don’t notice, and Teensy moves in and makes short work of it.
And
Tabby is at my feet again, begging for food.
It
must not have been ‘fresh’ enough – I opened it a whole 3 or 4 hours ago, after
all. 😝
The toes are
getting better. They wouldn’t be complaining quite so much if I’d quit
bumping them into things! There’s something about limping about in an
ungainly manner, trying to protect one’s appendages, that makes one more liable
than ever to bonk said appendages into things one normally avoids with
ease.
And now... it’s
time to take them to bed.
,,,>^..^<,,, Sarah Lynn ,,,>^..^<,,,
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