I’m sitting at my desktop computer, with the window looking out on my bird tree in front of me. A few minutes ago, I looked up to discover a squirrel sitting in the tree, staring through the window at me. I said good morning, he did not respond. Rude! Then he ran up the tree, onto the roof and I listened to his footsteps heading across to another tree.
I see sparkles on the grass and the bushes the sun is hitting. That’s what happens when the temperature is all the way up to 23 degrees. The weather people are saying that 23 degrees is going to feel warm by Thanksgiving, when our low should be 10 degrees, and our high below freezing. They are also mentioning snow in a day or so, but not a lot, only 1″ to 3″. Pretty normal for us this time of year. Perhaps today I should fill bird feeders, because I may not want to venture out too much when that cold comes in.
My kids are on the move again. Kat has signed a contract to teach in Thailand beginning next fall. She interviewed with a school in Jordan, and I was much relieved when she decided she didn’t want that job. That part of the world is in too much of an uproar to make me feel secure. She will be home for Christmas on December 14. Gep has become discontent with changes in the school he’s been with in Oman and will be leaving there after winter break. He’s considering spending some time in Ecuador, taking some time off to decide which direction he wants to go next. Ecuador is good – it’s far away from that uproar I mentioned above. Whether he will be home for Christmas is undecided, depending upon when what needs to be taken care of for his move gets done.
Thanksgiving is nearly upon us already! How did that happen, and where did the year go anyway? I will spend the day with the few of us in the neighborhood that will be here; half of our neighborhood is off to visit family in other parts of this western side of the country. We will have a kind of “potluck” Thanksgiving dinner, to which I intend to contribute dessert (I’m thinking pumpkin pie and bread pudding) as well as a sweet potato casserole. Not the one with marshmallow – I don’t like marshmallows. I’ll be trying a new recipe, and hoping it comes out as good as it looks. It cooks in the slow cooker, which seems ideal to me because then I won’t have to worry about keeping it hot – I can cook it, set it to warm and take the whole thing with me.
My Bailey girl has been doing pretty well the past few days – the steps off the decks seem to be giving her less trouble, but she hobbles after walking a shorter distance now, so our walks have become more abbreviated.
Some days we do our little “Bailey walk”, then Shasta and I go out for a longer walk when she’s ready to go in the house.
Twiggy kitty is doing fine, showing no signs of the diagnosis of lymphoma. Neither is she taking the medications that were prescribed. I tried crushing the pills and mixing them in the soft food she gets for breakfast – she took two bites and said no more. I tried mixing the whole pills in the soft food and she ate around them. I got pill pockets, which worked for one day. After that, she ate the pockets and left the pills. Forcing them into her throat and getting them down is not an option without having at least four hands. It puts my body parts – and maybe my life – at high risk. She gets a little grumpy about things like that. I have decided to let nature take its course and thus far, she’s doing just fine.
Robyn, of Breezes at Dawn blog fame,posted about unfinished projects, which made me chuckle. I chuckled because I related. I currently have three knitting projects started – started many months ago. Then there are the embroidery projects I started many years ago. There are the beading projects I started more recently. I have a cabinet I built when I was building things and doing decorative painting, filled with the remains of materials purchased for various and sundry hobbies. My habit is to get intrigued by something, become obsessed about that something, and stock up on materials. My cabinet is filled with glitter and glue, fabric paints and acrylic paints, and many other things. A closet shelf contains unused canvases and paints; an easel sits, empty, in the corner, waiting for me to pull out a canvas and the paints I bought when I thought I would start painting again. My craft desk is littered with bits and pieces of projects, started and not completed. My craft room shelves are filled with yarns and other bits and pieces of various hobbies, accompanied by books about those hobbies. My very dear friend, The Artistic One, when we were sorting the materials for all those projects she intended to do, said her life was filled with good intentions. I think that also applies to me. I think my life is filled with bits and pieces of those good intentions.
Ah well, there is always tomorrow!