The snow in the yard is blue still, the sky tinged with pinks and orange and for now I am drinking coffee, watching the cat hunkered down on the rug. The both of us will be glad when spring comes; we are waiting for the thaw.
Our days have been filled lately– leafy courtyards and champagne, dark cabins and woodfire, music blaring, a couch strapped to the roof, laughing along the road illuminated by headlights, a grinning smiley alligator-dog houseguest spooning with Olive on the couch, Uncle Roy sleeping in the spare room and giving blue flowers and licorice allsorts to a new baby and his brave mother, driving up on Mondays to watch an old baby play Shaq-Fu with his father, pots brimming with popcorn and x-rays and construction paper confetti.
In the last month we have: welcomed (1) new baby to the friend-family, taken in (1) Roy and (1) enormous dog, found (1) enormous dog a home, been approved to set up (1) educational/community darkroom, been stricken by (2-3) bizarre afflictions, have prepared to throw (1) raging party. Also, I learned how to make sourdough bread. And Ken comes tonight. And it is Erik’s birthday.
Here are some pictures about cats.
My SAW would say, “be well”.