Lovely
It's a beautiful day here. Low 70's, breezy, not a cloud in the sky. The lawn is greening up beautifully, and I often pause in my surfing/typing to stare out the window.
We threw all the doors and windows open to the weather, which mandated that we lock the cat up so he doesn't escape (every time I say or type "escape", I think of Finding Nemo - 'eh-scah-pay'). I opened up the large sliding window in the weight room, which is Oz's favorite perch when we let him in there. As soon as he heard me unlocking the door (which we lock because he can open any door, at any time) he came running. No chasing him around this day. I let him slip in and closed the door. For about three minutes I think he felt like he got away with something. Then he noticed that the door was shut... and further, that it was locked.
Commence with the yowling.
Solution: turn up the stereo and ignore him.
Calvin and I struggled with "Chuck" - formerly the little "Charlie Brown tree", for a bit. The designation of "Charlie Brown" has now passed to one of the bower vines that's slower to grow than the rest. All the vines along the wall have reached one another and have started twining together, like they're holding hands. Just little Charlie Brown remains to connect with his brethren. When he does, though, and the tendrils thicken, the back wall is going to look "bad ass", to quote Michael.
Anyway, Chuck. He was originally slow to start growing (hence "Charlie Brown tree", referring to the little lonely Christmas tree Charlie Brown saved in the Christmas special), but he's now going along like gangbusters. Except for the whole growing off to the side thing, instead of straight up. So we looped a wire with one of those rubber thingies that prevents harm to the tree, high up and pulled to the side, to try to convince him to grow straight. I climbed up on one of the bar stools and literally hugged the tree, while Calvin pulled from below to get the wires to reach the stake in the ground. "Pull it toward me! Lean!" "I am leaning!" And thusly the tree was duly straightened.
I took care of two unsavory chores that I've been putting off forever - I won't get into it, but let's just say that they're the effects of owning a cat, and of having long hair.
And now Calvin's at the computer and I'm on the bed with my laptop. Calvin's on the phone with Michael, who is also having an uneventful day. Marie is out getting her truck washed, and we're having homemade grilled gourmet hamburgers (the word "burgers" just doesn't do justice here) for dinner. The cat has finally shut the hell up, since I let him out of the weight room and fed him. Except now he's running around like a hellion - I have no idea what gets a burr up his ass sometimes.
Such is our Saturday so far.
We threw all the doors and windows open to the weather, which mandated that we lock the cat up so he doesn't escape (every time I say or type "escape", I think of Finding Nemo - 'eh-scah-pay'). I opened up the large sliding window in the weight room, which is Oz's favorite perch when we let him in there. As soon as he heard me unlocking the door (which we lock because he can open any door, at any time) he came running. No chasing him around this day. I let him slip in and closed the door. For about three minutes I think he felt like he got away with something. Then he noticed that the door was shut... and further, that it was locked.
Commence with the yowling.
Solution: turn up the stereo and ignore him.
Calvin and I struggled with "Chuck" - formerly the little "Charlie Brown tree", for a bit. The designation of "Charlie Brown" has now passed to one of the bower vines that's slower to grow than the rest. All the vines along the wall have reached one another and have started twining together, like they're holding hands. Just little Charlie Brown remains to connect with his brethren. When he does, though, and the tendrils thicken, the back wall is going to look "bad ass", to quote Michael.
Anyway, Chuck. He was originally slow to start growing (hence "Charlie Brown tree", referring to the little lonely Christmas tree Charlie Brown saved in the Christmas special), but he's now going along like gangbusters. Except for the whole growing off to the side thing, instead of straight up. So we looped a wire with one of those rubber thingies that prevents harm to the tree, high up and pulled to the side, to try to convince him to grow straight. I climbed up on one of the bar stools and literally hugged the tree, while Calvin pulled from below to get the wires to reach the stake in the ground. "Pull it toward me! Lean!" "I am leaning!" And thusly the tree was duly straightened.
I took care of two unsavory chores that I've been putting off forever - I won't get into it, but let's just say that they're the effects of owning a cat, and of having long hair.
And now Calvin's at the computer and I'm on the bed with my laptop. Calvin's on the phone with Michael, who is also having an uneventful day. Marie is out getting her truck washed, and we're having homemade grilled gourmet hamburgers (the word "burgers" just doesn't do justice here) for dinner. The cat has finally shut the hell up, since I let him out of the weight room and fed him. Except now he's running around like a hellion - I have no idea what gets a burr up his ass sometimes.
Such is our Saturday so far.
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