It seems I have missed most of them.
Where have I been? Where has my wandering mind been?
This is SG, Small Grandson, 'Almost Eight', which is a pretty special Birthday, after all. He came to share it with us, and he was so excited by his gifts and the magnificent Chocolate Cake his father made!!
Shockingly, I dont have the 'Now I Am Eight!' pics.
Nor do I have the wonderful Choccy Cake, made by Dad! pics.
Where was the camera? What was I thinking?
I was off on Planet Numb, I suspect, wandering about, bewildered, and lost.
I have no idea where most of this month has gone.
If anyone finds my Sewing Mojo, please send it back to me, as I really need it now, to complete something I promised to have made, before November.
I received a lovely little hanging, of which I don't have photos to show. Hangs head in shame. I promise I will have them for the next post.
My juggling all seems in vain, & the balls all fall at my feet.
However, I am not resisting the temptation to say, "What the hell?", look at the balls lying there, & just walking away.
After all, if they need to be in the air, I am sure someone will throw them up. Or not.
Morty has been a true CAT. He refuses to remain an indoor cat, and I swear he gives us 'the Finger' now & then!
He is a rude, arrogant cat. He comes running indoors to yowl and talk, only to run off again, when I try to answer his queries, and set his mind at rest.
He adopted a shabby cardboard box his choice of 'slumber slot' in the evening, beside my chair.
Well, he has lost it now. He caught a poor little bird, and sneaked it into the house.
The first we knew of it, was some thumping, and leaping noises. When I went to investigate, I found the poor little critter, cowering in a corner of a bedroom. I rescued the little creature, and took it to the local Vet. I hope it will recover. It did not seem mortally wounded, though it was missing a few feathers.
I used Morty's Slumber Box, to transport the hapless dove. Morty is getting another, large, bell for his collar!
My little dog Honey is quite jealous and disliking of Morty. However, most mornings, I find Honey on one side of my legs, on the bed, and Morty, on the other side.
It seems a truce is reached in the night.
Would I could reach such harmony in my days.
Morty has been a true CAT. He refuses to remain an indoor cat, and I swear he gives us 'the Finger' now & then!
He is a rude, arrogant cat. He comes running indoors to yowl and talk, only to run off again, when I try to answer his queries, and set his mind at rest.
He adopted a shabby cardboard box his choice of 'slumber slot' in the evening, beside my chair.
Well, he has lost it now. He caught a poor little bird, and sneaked it into the house.
The first we knew of it, was some thumping, and leaping noises. When I went to investigate, I found the poor little critter, cowering in a corner of a bedroom. I rescued the little creature, and took it to the local Vet. I hope it will recover. It did not seem mortally wounded, though it was missing a few feathers.
I used Morty's Slumber Box, to transport the hapless dove. Morty is getting another, large, bell for his collar!
My little dog Honey is quite jealous and disliking of Morty. However, most mornings, I find Honey on one side of my legs, on the bed, and Morty, on the other side.
It seems a truce is reached in the night.
Would I could reach such harmony in my days.
Janis Ian, In the Winter.
