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With fingernails that shine like justice

Thursday. Cloudy and cold. Another Chewy box incoming today (Thank you, Chewy, for breaking the Mega Order up into multiple deliveries). Caution tape with affixed message in place across the front steps.

Slept well. Tali was on bed duty last night, and Tali makes for a definite Presence, pressed up against one’s side. She also has a nice, deep purr. Breakfast will be the second half of the Farmer’s Market Asagio Cheese bagel (Note To Self: STOP buying Maine bagels*. You know they will break your heart. Buy bread. Buy cookies, cake, pie. But not bagels. And if you buy rolls, stop expecting them to be hard, even if they look like hard rolls.), with cheddar cheese melted on top, with a side of grapes. Lunch will be black beans, and leftover pork, and, oh, I dunno? canned tomatoes? and whatever spices seem good. I should have leftovers from whatever that turns out to be, so yay.

Today, she said, boldly. Today! I will finish the WIP. I need to buff, polish, and shine the last two scenes, then I will Print Out the Whole Book, and tomorrow, or maybe Saturday, I’ll do a complete read-through. Barring the discovery of any Catastrophic Holes, which this is why we do the read-through, it will be ready to file a flight plan with the tower.

Once it’s gone, I can fall on my face (REMINDER: place pillow before falling).

What’s happening with you today?
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*Exception to the Rule: Sunrise Bagels, which requires me to get up early and go out to buy them, but that’s a Me Problem, not a Them Problem.

Today’s blog post title brought to you by Cake, “Short Skirt, Long Jacket.”  Yes, again.

The line’s not cut, and the whale’s not gone…

The cats’ Chewy order, which is large and heavy is due today, delivery by FedEx. I have made what preparations I can.

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Wednesday. Sunny, windy and cold. As previously mentioned, I have taped caution tape across the front steps with a sign on it for FedEx, so maybe they’ll put the delivery in the garage this time. Fingers crossed.

Another night full of bad dreams and sleeplessness. This is getting to be a habit. Cats are doing what they can but… Firefly is putting in for backup and I don’t think we can get backup, really.   No, especially not a dog.  I think we’re full up. I also think it would be better if the world weren’t, in some places literally, on fire.

Today’s days plan is to occupy the comfy chair in my office and sketch out the scenes that need to still be written to finish the book.

Granting, it’s not much of a plan, but it is my own.

How’s everybody doing?

Dictated to my phone

Today’s blog post brought to you by “The Wellerman,” which I had forgotten I knew, until it came up on a mix, and I started to sing along…  Here’s Nathan Evans singing it for you.

St. Gertrude’s Day 2026

What went before: Still raining, but not pouring. We are this evening expecting, say the weatherbeans, the following: WIND, FOG, FLOODING. Tomorrow, it will be partly sunny, starting out at around 53F/12C and loosing heat throughout the day, until nosediving into the teens tomorrow night, reaching a high of 33F/.5C on Wednesday.

Ah, March. You tease.

The book club has chosen the April book: Theo of Golden, which ought to be interesting, given that the synopsis annoys the ever-livin’ life outta me. It will be interesting to see if the author can win me over.

The Cook Unity mushroom pot pie was so good I ferreted out a recipe so I can make my own once I’m off deadline. Speaking of which — I am now confident of making my deadline, so, yanno, yay.

Also — I beg pardon to those folks who thought I’d written the poem that is my next embroidery project. Indeed, I Did Not, and it’s something that I know so well that it never occurred to me that other people would not have heard of it. The poem dates back to the 800s, and is written in the margins of a book of reflections and/or prayers. Wikipedia can tell you all about it, and give you the other four stanzas, too. Here’s your link.

And that? Is all I got. Except doing the dishes. That I still need to do.

Everybody have a good evening. Stay safe. And dry.
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Tuesday. Cloudy, damp, and breezy. We have hit the day’s high of 53F/12C as I type, and are headed for 15F/-9C.

Today is St. Gertrude’s Day. Hug your cats.

Today, right about now (7-ish am, Maine time), in fact, is also the sixth anniversary of my arrival at Inland Hospital in Bangor in order to undergo a mascetomy. I was one of the last people admitted to the hospital before it closed in the early days of COVID, and it was a tense couple minutes there at intake before it was decided that Steve could accompany me.

Last night was filled with bad dreams, despite all the cats could bring. I believe this morning may call for coffee.

What’s happening at your place?
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Well. The cats have made a Chewy order. I’m glad Firefly has a trust fund. I’m drinking that cup of coffee and wondering if the concept of ‘breakfast’ is anything I want to entertain at the moment, or if I’ll just make another cup of coffee and go to work.

Life is uncertain…

Tali’s Natal Day

Monday. Warm and rainy. Today is Tali’s 4th birthday. She insisted that we all get dressed up for the occasion and as you see we have done that for her.

Also included in today’s pictures are the long backyard and my new embroidery project — the very first one I have designed myself.

The plan today, as it has been for a number of days, is to write. I am really almost done. I really wish that my brain did not helpfully remember everything I’ve written as garbage that needs to be rewritten 14,000 times.

So far, Cook Unity has been . . . okay. I only had the one unsatisfactory meal. The butternut squash and lentil soup was marvelous, as was the salmon, yesterday. I have Great Hopes for today’s mushroom pot pie.

It occurs to me that my cleverness knows no bounds, as I had booked a Rest Week at Old orchard Beach the week before Memorial Day, which seemed like a good idea at the time. However, I did NOT have a Middle East war on my bingo card, and now I’m wondering if I should cancel because it’s very probable that I’m not going to have enough gas to get there.

Honestly, this timeline.

So! How’s everybody doing?

Tali’s Birthday Photo Album

PSA

OK, folks. I am behind on everything, and also helpfully experiencing rolling waves of angst.

I am therefore going electron-free in order to ease some of the wear-and-tear on the auctorial nervous system.

Y’all stay safe. Be kind to each other. Feel free to talk among yourselves. Older hands know where the snacks and beverages are — help out the newbies, ‘k?

Later.

Drizzly Wednesday

Where are my Maine Coon experts? I have a New Behavior between Tali and Firefly.

In general, I have a very laid back clowder presently looking out for my interests. They’re even more mellow than the previous Trooper-Sprite-Belle Nexus of Purr-er.

Tali and Rook get into wrasslin, and Tali indulges in screaming Death Threats at the top of her lungs, but it’s clearly just hi-jinks.

Tali and Firefly, though, have been, up until last week, maybe?, civilized and casually affectionate. They snuffle each others ears, Tali licks Firefly’s head if it is presented — which is correct, Firefly being not only the eldest, but has Time in Grade.

But lately, as I say, we have this new behavior. Firefly will be next to me on the couch, or cuddling on the bed, and Tali will arrive. Previously, a check-in (nose touching or ear snuffling) would happen, Tali would settle in an unused section of the human, and all would be well.

However! Yes, we’re finally arriving at the point. Firefly has now three times gone over to Tali after I think we’re all settled in, and grabs her by the back of the neck, like she’s a kitten. Tali, understandably, is offended by this, and vacates the premises, whereupon Firefly either takes her place, or comes back to her previous position, and goes to sleep.

So, I obviously don’t want them to be at odds. Can anybody give me insight into this New Behavior?

Spanish Aunts.
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Helpful cat is helping

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So, today’s meal from CookUnity was Mushroom Rice in Butternut Squash. I have no leftovers. Not because it was Amazingly Tasty, though it was OK, but because about half the squash was stringy (Which could be an artifact of its adventure on the road. Or, yanno, not.), and because I hadn’t been expecting, in my “mushroom rice” chunks of walnut bigger than my head.

This is possibly a Just Me problem — I eat walnuts, but I’m not a fan, and IMHO, big hard chunks of anything have no business being present in my lovely, moist mushroom-and-cranberry rice (yes, there were sliced cranberries. Good idea; I’m going to have to try that in my own rice.) The garlicked green beans were perfectly fine.

So, I won’t be ordering this one again. I picked out about half the walnuts, and, as above, quit on the squash about half-way done.

Tomorrow’s meal is defrosting — Dragon Bowl with Grilled Chicken.

All that said — I almost forgot that I have a Zoom class this evening, so I’d best pick my feet up and get some chores done.

I have been editing from the comfy chair in my office today, and all the cats have joined me. Firefly, remains as she was, under the table next to the chair. Tali made several really creative attempts to sit with me in the chair, but just couldn’t make it work, whereupon she retired to Trooper’s box on the edge of my desk. Rook came in so quietly, I didn’t know he was with me, until I got up and found him curled in Sprite’s big fluffy cat ring, where he can keep an eye on me, and still enjoy the warmth coming off of the baseboard heater.

Tuesday and the adventures thereto

Tuesday. Sunny, already warm and heading for the 70sF. They say.

Trash and recycling are at the curb. Breakfast has been et.

Slept well last night. The cats all piled on top of me, set purr boxes on HIGH, pushed the personal gravity fields to the top and — it worked. Eight hours and change, and I feel much more human.

My second cup of tea is brewing. Once I’ve dealt with that, I’ll be doing errands, including getting gas, while there’s any left to get, and a Staples run — very likely my last at our in-city store, which will be closing next month. What else — ah, the usual: grocery, bank, post office, goodwill, CVS. Home for lunch and possibly catching up the filing before I leave again for the library and needleworking.

What’s everybody doing today?

I did try this morning to get a picture of all four of us, but Firefly refused to be photographed until she had gotten her eyes done properly, which means you guys get two pictures of three.

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LOCAL PEEPS OF THE FLANNEL SHIRT WEARING INCLINATION: I just bought two flannel shirts at Reny’s for $5/each, and the Word is that they’re being “put away” today. So, if you’re wanting to stock up on flannel — get thee to Reny’s, like, now.

Obviously, I’m home again. Not only that, I accomplished almost all of my errands (I did not manage to buy two things, not for lack of trying, but for lack of Stuff Being In Stock).

I bought notebooks, legal pads and folders at Staples. Mind you, I don’t need any more notebooks or legal pads, but — sale. Also — new notebooks.

Did my Smol grocery shop at the Elm Plaza Hannaford, not wishing to brave the KMD Hannaford, where the freezers and cold keepers were out for most of the weekend.

The oven is heating for my Very! First! CookUnity Experience, which is apparently … Mediterranean Chicken Shawarma Bowl with Mint-Tahini sauce.

Many thanks to everyone who admired my new haircut. I must, however report, that it was only wet hair dragged back into a ponytail. This is what it looks like, after I’ve been running around all morning. And, yes, I do need a haircut, but — not today.

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Report on my very first Cook Unity meal, Mediterranean Chicken Shawarma Bowl with Mint-Tahini sauce, and a crazy little side salad, made with pickles, cherry tomatoes, and something yellow and dense, in cubes (edited to add: I am informed that these were pickled turnips). I love cultures that treat pickles like a food, rather than an afterthought. Just by the way.

The main course was good, but a little more than I’m accustomed to eating for lunch, which is my big meal of the day. I’ll have the rest of it tonight, but this could be an unexpected downside to having a meal service. Or, not, if I routinely get two meals out of one.

Anyhow, no complaints of the food, for Meal One.

Onward.
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So, I just learned a whole new way to be rude. I forgot to go to the bank when I was out earlier (this is what happens when you don’t Write It Down), so I went out after lunch. And as the teller was counting out my twenties for me, I saw one that was taped together, and another, that Ought To Have Been taped together. So, when she was done counting, I pulled those two bills and asked for replacements.

Her: You saw those?

Me: (Not in the OutLoud voice: Obviously.) Yes, I watch when people count money out. Old Habit.

Her: You want different bills?

Me: Yes. I don’t want my money to fall apart before I spend it.

Her: Replaces the twenties. Sighs heavily.

Me: Thank you. Leaves. Sighs heavily.

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Finished my latest project

Shoulda stood in bed

Firefly and Rook did their best to get me to go back to bed this morning, but I was adamant.

Well. My weather-delayed CookUnity order arrived five minutes ago, and all the meals, of course, are “use by 3/11.” So, I’m guessing I’ll find out how well a couple of these freeze.

The ice packs were still solid and the meals are cold, so I’m guessing they’ll be OK to eat.

Today was not the most productive day ever. I should actually have gone back to bed this morning, but I fixed that by taking a two hour nap. Still not feeling top o’the world, but at least I’m less weepy.

Tomorrow, is Errands, finishing up with needlework.

The ice in the driveway is gone, just in time for the temps to plunge into the high 30sF on Wednesday. Now, I need to figure out what parts of this enormous, but extremely well-insulated, box are recyclable.

On that note — everybody have a good evening. I’ll check in tomorrow.

Timely notes

Where were we?

Ah. Sunday. Time Change Day. I Ignored All The Advice, and went to bed late last night, because magic show, and slept past the new-normal waking time of 6 am by the Old Clock to 7 am OC, putting me well behind Everything.

For Calibration Purposes, it is as I write this sentence 9:21 am New Clock.

May I just say that it’s a good thing I don’t have to leave the house tomorrow. Or today.

Weather is currently cloudy, drizzly, and warm. I’m hoping today will be the coup for the ice field at the bottom of my front steps. I need to do something about that, though Exactly What escapes my imagination at the moment — it forms every year and it’s a death trap, getting deathier and trappier the older I get.

Last night’s magic show was enjoyable. I did meet the magician very briefly as he toured the house before-show, in his melant’i as “stage manager”. I had somehow failed to understand that I had a seat in the Very First Row, odd-side. I was in sort-of the middle, with a family of three sitting to my left and filling out the row.

The “stage manager” stopped by, hunkered down in front of our “group” of four, and asked us for our help. It seemed that a big part of Michael’s show was telepathy-based, including calling cards that people were thinking of. The Ace of Spades, according to the “stage manager” had been coming up in people’s thoughts just way too often, and our help was solicited in thinking about other cards.

He then pulled out a deck of cards, fanned them and offered them to me. “Pull a card, look at it, but don’t show it to anybody — put it inside the folds of your brain and just really think about it hard. Then give the card back to me. OK? OK!”

I chose a card (the ten of spades; I believe my prohibition against sharing that information expired at the end of the show), assured the “stage manager” that I had it firm in my mind, and he repeated the exercise with the people to my left. Then he left, telling us most earnestly to think hard about our card.

I mention here, because I noticed it, that those were very thin, slick cards.

When the magician came on-stage, and after a brief smoke, he called the daughter of the family to my left to think about her card. He then drew it on a pad of paper. The three of diamonds! Ta-Da!

And we were off.

A good time was, I believe, had by all, and I eventually wandered my way home to resuscitate my cats, who had all expired of hunger in my absence.

Today, I write, and do laundry. In fact, the first load is drying, and the second is washing.  I wish I could say the same about the WIP.

I’m drinking my first of what I believe will be many cups of tea on the day, and I really ought to find something to eat.

How’s everybody doing today?