Opening the windows

In an attempt to restart this blog, I have formed A Plan.

Every morning on Facebook, I write a small good morning post, sometimes newsy, sometimes not, mixing the mundane, with the ridiculous, because, really, that’s my life.  The Plan is to bring that post over here, for folks who don’t Facebook, and for those who pass by from time to time, to see if there’s anything new going on.

Today is the first such re-printing.

Saturday. Rainy and cool.

Coon cats woke me up at 6, then conspired to put me back to sleep until 8:15. This follows last night, when Firefly curled in against me on the sofa and put me to sleep. I’m sure there’s A Plan. Or, yanno, they just like being comfy.

Breakfast was oatmeal with walnuts and peach jam. Lunch will be soup.

The flannel sheets arrived yesterday, and I washed them last night, put them on the bed this morning. They feel so nice that I was tempted to give them a test drive. But — later.

I thought today was “change out the cat litter” day, but it turns out not; I did a complete change-out before I left for Vermont, which seems like it was months ago, which is my screwy time-sense coming in to play. Ah, well. This is why we have time maps.

It is change-out-the-cat-fountain day, which I’ll be getting to as soon as I finish my second mug of tea, here. Then laundry, and other business of the day.

In Finch news, Perry Wink and I have begun our 101st day together. He’s an adult, because birbs age fast, and has at last achieved a cat companion. I’m trying, but remain slightly creeped out by the bloblike companions. This is, admittedly, Just Me.

Speaking of Just Me, I decided that I would watch “Astrid” last night (people who love the show, my comments are about the show not about you or your preferences in pleasure viewing). I will not be continuing. Not only does the first segment start with a man dousing himself with gasoline and lighting himself on fire on-screen, Astrid herself was a little too close to home. I remember mapping out phone calls before I made them, so I’d be sure to transmit the correct information in a socially normal way, and the feeling of panic when there was a vary. (I once called somebody to ask them a question before I had Breathed In, and when they answered the phone said, “MynameisSharonLeecallingforXandIwouldliketoknowthisnthat.” The person I was calling paused for a moment, then said, very gently, “Wow. Are you from New York?”) I’ve gotten much better, with lots of practice, and lots of years, about making eye contact when talking to people, but it was sorta painful to watch. This is, in case it’s not clear, a tribute to the actor who plays Astrid. She clearly Gets It.

And! Speaking of Getting It! I heard from Alex Picard, who is voicing Sea Wrack and Changewind.  She was asking after some pronunciations, and mentioned that she had that morning read “Will-o’-the-wisp” and been moved to tears. Always a good feeling for an author, to hear that something they’ve done really connected with somebody.

I think that’s All the News.

Below, two pictures of Rook.  The first taken in July 2024.  The second taken November 22 2024.