We are awakening these days to very frosty mornings. Very cold, frosty mornings. This morning, the thermometer on the tree said 0, the weather app said -1. Cold. Frosty. We had a couple of days where temperatures got above freezing. Delightful days, actually. Except. The snow melted enough to create ice. Then a few snow flurries. So now we have ice lightly covered with snow. And cold. Time to stay inside and hibernate.
Most of the girls spend time looking out at the frosty cold. That’s what I do. Until I must venture out. All the way to the garage to get in the van. No walking for me – too cold, too much ice. We did go to the Juvenile Detention center, husband, Shasta and I. It is hard for husband to do this now, but it’s important to him. Shasta is a Pet Partner registered dog and can visit the detention center, the cancer treatment center, the hospital. The visiting has become less frequent because it is hard for husband to walk now and he cannot stand for long periods. But still he goes almost every week to the detention center, where the kids throw the ball for Shasta to retrieve, a little break in their days, a little time to play. I go only as chauffeur, because I am not comfortable with husband driving now. I do not like driving at night, especially in winter, but it is important to him.
Lily spends most of her time inside these days. Lily spends most of her time inside looking for trouble. As I sit and knit, she too often grabs my ball of yarn and runs. Spices up life a bit, she does. I hear the thudding of eight cat feet through the house periodically, as one chases the other and wrestling matches ensue. Twiggy hides in the closet to nap when she grows weary of the kid pestering her. I consider a cage for the kid. Except I know without a doubt that a caged cat will be a howling cat. I like quiet. So Lily remains free.
Sometimes Lily goes out for awhile. She lives with the theory that the quail will sit quietly and allow her to jump on one of them. They do not. They aren’t willing to play that game. They may be feather brains, but they have excellent instincts.
There has been little to share, not many words twirling around in my brain. I have been visiting the blogs I read, but my “comments” have mostly been limited to clicking the “like” button. Or just reading. Brain freeze, perhaps. Or just taking a break. It’s a pleasant thing though – hibernation. I have enough.
I hope you have enough.