Time marker

One segment per day in the yellow boxes, and concurrent but doubled up in the white. Three days left in DC, but I've been here almost two weeks.

My biggest project (and headache) this trip was to get a computer working, my first (and last) Vista box. The fact that this post is coming from my phone is significant.

Mac, I'm coming back.

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Molly in a box

Didn't I tell you? Classic. Why are these stuck in my Outbox?

Reminds me af a joke. How do you catch a cat? Put a box down on the floor and wait 4 seconds.

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Molly in bucket

Found this in the 'stuck mail' as I was cleaning out the txt mail on my phone. I'm not sure who it was originally meant for. This is such a classic Molly pose - I sure do miss her sometimes. I need to send her new folks a note asking for some current Molly news.

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Mystery

Yesterday I boiled a few eggs, and placed the ones I didn't eat in an egg carton with a big "HB" written in Sharpie at one end. I stashed the carton in the refrigerator near the other (unboiled) eggs.

This morning I found the two boiled eggs sitting loose on a shelf, one cracked around the middle, and the carton in the recycling bag.

Are we imagining the same scenario?

(I giggle each time I think about it, but maybe I should apologize later.)

Ice in approaches

This morning when I dragged myself out of bed too early, to feed the cats before I left to play in church, it was dark except for the luminous strips of walkway amongst the fallen leaves, shining with a light coating of snow. As the dark lifted - the sun must have risen but under the clouds only the shade of gray changed - I saw that the pond is partially covered with a thin sheet of ice.

It's just a matter of time, and probably not much.

Frightful weather we're having

After a high of over 70 two weeks ago we have had progressively gray and blustery days. This week so far it's been 4 days of rain, and one with enough snow to wake up to a ground cover in the morning. Frankie is a resourceful little guy - I have found him curled up in the company of one or two others during daily naptime for the last few days. He seems to like the floofy ones the best.

With Dolly...


...and Pi...


...and a pile with Georgie and Pookie (of the blackened nose).


I always love it when the black or tuxedo littles curl up with Uncle John on his favorite step. Here you see the entwined tails, but the only visible head belongs to Frankie. He's curled up right on top of John's head, who just keeps sleeping.

Please hurry up with the food

Veterans Day

DH wished me a Happy Veterans Day this morning, as he was leaving for work and I was trying to sleep through the roar of purring Vanalikalikes ready for breakfast. I asked him if that wasn't an oxymoron.

A long way to go

I ran across a link to a fun longevity calculator in my medical junk e-mail this morning. Great news: statistically my life expectancy is 98 years. They recommended a few small changes I could make to get past that century mark, which included slightly increasing my activity level, convincing my bowels to (ahem) move more frequently, taking a regular aspirin dose, giving up my last cup of daily coffee (give up 48 years of morning coffee for three more months of life? I don't think so), and becoming more optimistic about my life.

Ha.

Commitment

I love waking up in the morning with the feeling that I can do anything I want to. That's been my morning feeling nearly every day since I retired three years ago. But I am beginning to realize that the reason I am getting less and less done is that I am so reluctant to give up that feeling that I won't commit to doing anything. I waft through the day, thinking but not doing.

Next paragraph would normally describe what I am going to do about it, but I am drawing a blank.