Thursday, with puffin and marble

What went before:  Well, as a guy named Steve Miller once said to me, “Lady, we sure can waste some time.”

And he wasn’t wrong.

As planned, I betook myself to the Searsport side of Belfast and picked up puffin and marble. Returning to Belfast, I shopped at the co-op, including picking up a tuna fish sandwich on whole grain bread, which I took down to the public boat landing and had a picnic.

I wrestled with the question of going down to Ducktrap, and, as reported earlier, I lost. I count it a win that I didn’t continue down the coast. I credit the fact that I had food in the cooler for that (smol) bit of common sense.

After I had refreshed myself at Lincolnville Beach (which is in the Village of Ducktrap; it’s possible that this may not be something Universally Known), I turned back to Belfast, taking only a VERY minor detour through Saturday Cove and Bayside, picked up Route 1 again, returned to Belfast, and came home via Route 3 until I got in the vicinity of the Old Neighborhood, where I Deviated from the Route to take a couple corner-cutting back roads that I haven’t been on for years, by reason of no longer living in the Old Neighborhood, and so to home, where I put away my spoils, had a fourth of what I’m told is a single serving of Shaw’s carrot cake with a smear of ice cream as a coming home present, and now? I Address The Internets.

By the time I put the house back together — which I didn’t do before I left, and which includes putting the sheets back on the bed — it’ll be Coon Cat Happy Hour, so!

I’m taking the rest of the day off.

So…Friday? Friday. Sunny and cool. And that’s fine.

Rook and Tali are taking turns knocking each other over and practicing their T. Rex yells. I’m not sure T. Rex was that high on the scale, but who knows, really?

Breakfast was an anything bagel from yesterday’s foraging at the co-op, with cream cheese and a side of cherries. Trooper is expressing his disappointment with management, and Firefly is sleeping on the box on my desk.

This morning, I have an appointment with the chiropractor — who gave me an exercise to do because my shoulders are frozen. Does anybody here know “Wall Angels?” Ow. By which I mean to say, OW. Also, it’s humiliating not to be able to get my arms over my head. Getting old sucks.

My Grand Plan for the day is to clear the pile of RL stuff on my desk, and finish up a couple of other chores, including the Grand Changing Out of the Cat Boxes and attendant sweeping up of the basement, then go internet-lite tomorrow and Sunday to try to get some work done. I’d like to break +/-50,000 words, so we’ll put that as a Goal.

I also need to figure out a better schedule; the one I’m sorta keeping to was the schedule in force when Steve died, and it worked well for the necessities of the house at that time. I’m feeling like I’m scrambling to keep to outline, so to speak, which creates stress, which creates more work for the cats. And NOBODY wants the cats to work more than they already do, poor creatures.

It’s time to give Trooper his morning gooshy food, and see if I can take care of one or two of these silly pieces of paper on my desk before it’s time to go out.

How’s everybody else doing? Keeping to the schedule?

There were a few pictures from yesterday.  They may be viewed here