Distant Green
Nov. 20th, 2011 09:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
todayiamadaisyI have to go to another board meeting on Tuesday. I have spent all weekend feeling vaguely ill every time I think about it.
I left the house this morning with nothing out the ordinary. When I came home, though, I opened the door to what can only be described as a foul stench. I followed it through the house from the back door to my bedroom at the front of the house, where I found a black tomcat sitting on my pillow, looking smugger than anything smelling that vile has a right to look. He looked a lot less smug when I brought in a bucket and a cloth and washed him.
I think after nearly a year I can safely say he's mine. I've got leave in a couple of weeks, so it's off to the vet for his operation. Hopefully that will get rid of the smell.
While I'm giving the local cat news, do you remember the little grey and white cat that was left behind when her stupid owner moved? It hasn't been around much the last week or so. I saw it walking along the back fence yesterday, looking much more well-cared for than it ever has. I wonder if the new people in that house have taken it in? I hope so.
The year is turning. In the supermarket today, bananas were $4.98 per kilogram. Back to normal after the highs of $16.98/kg a few months ago. Joan-next-door has a bush with pink flowers growing in her garden; I can see the flowers bobbing over the top of the fence. I was going to take a photo, but it turns out I already did, in the early weeks of 2011. Only six weeks left to go.
Day 317. Little... Boy Blue or Miss Muffett?, Day 318. Bricked up,Day 319. Freshly squeezed, Day 320. My first artichoke, Day 320a. My first garlic, Day 321b. Bursting through a fence, Day 321. Love-in-a-mist, Day 321a. Love-in-a-mist spreading, Day 321c. Filling a space with some clouds, Day 322. Getting a face lift, Day 323. Stone fruit season, Day 323a. Hairy carrots
Day 317's little figurine is tiny, not even as tall as a matchbox. My mother found it buried in the garden when she first moved in here, and now it lives on the windowsill near the kitchen sink. My mother calls it Little Boy Blue. I think it's Little Miss Muffett. Who's right?
I left the house this morning with nothing out the ordinary. When I came home, though, I opened the door to what can only be described as a foul stench. I followed it through the house from the back door to my bedroom at the front of the house, where I found a black tomcat sitting on my pillow, looking smugger than anything smelling that vile has a right to look. He looked a lot less smug when I brought in a bucket and a cloth and washed him.
I think after nearly a year I can safely say he's mine. I've got leave in a couple of weeks, so it's off to the vet for his operation. Hopefully that will get rid of the smell.
While I'm giving the local cat news, do you remember the little grey and white cat that was left behind when her stupid owner moved? It hasn't been around much the last week or so. I saw it walking along the back fence yesterday, looking much more well-cared for than it ever has. I wonder if the new people in that house have taken it in? I hope so.
The year is turning. In the supermarket today, bananas were $4.98 per kilogram. Back to normal after the highs of $16.98/kg a few months ago. Joan-next-door has a bush with pink flowers growing in her garden; I can see the flowers bobbing over the top of the fence. I was going to take a photo, but it turns out I already did, in the early weeks of 2011. Only six weeks left to go.
Day 317. Little... Boy Blue or Miss Muffett?, Day 318. Bricked up,Day 319. Freshly squeezed, Day 320. My first artichoke, Day 320a. My first garlic, Day 321b. Bursting through a fence, Day 321. Love-in-a-mist, Day 321a. Love-in-a-mist spreading, Day 321c. Filling a space with some clouds, Day 322. Getting a face lift, Day 323. Stone fruit season, Day 323a. Hairy carrots
Day 317's little figurine is tiny, not even as tall as a matchbox. My mother found it buried in the garden when she first moved in here, and now it lives on the windowsill near the kitchen sink. My mother calls it Little Boy Blue. I think it's Little Miss Muffett. Who's right?