Happy late Mother’s Day. I think all of our flowers arrived today. But the cards got there early. One of those years. Mothers, being moms, completely understand.
The cats are doing just fine. Phoebe is in a tunnel phase:
It’d be wrong to ascribe human emotions to cats, of course, but that is one content-looking cat:
I have decided to keep the cats out of my home office for the many breakable things. Any closed door, to a cat, is an opportunity. (A mentality I totally appreciate.) But figure out the pattern, dude. I open the door, you sneak in, I scoop you up and put you back out in the hall. He has not figured out the pattern. So I made a sign.
The Yankee says it was nice of me to put it at eye level. That, I thought, was the best part of the joke.
He disagrees. And he likes to let me know about it.
A view of one of the local lakes from Friday’s lovely bike ride:
One of the apps that I use — there are three — to track rides gives you the maximum speed you hit on each mile segment. There were 35 miles in that particular ride and there are a lot of times that make sense: 27.2, 25.2, 28.8, 24.5, 28.1. If you looked at the terrain or stop signs or things, it tracks very well.
Except for that one spot where, I know I was sprinting, but I’m fairly certain I didn’t hit 2,513.9 miles per hour.
I will accept the data it gives me for a split three miles down the road where it says I was doing 51 mph. Probably I wasn’t — in my experience when you hit about 46 it all starts to feel noticeably different — but I’ll accept it.
The Yankee on her weekend run:
I was on my weekend sit-on-the-deck phase …
I was sitting on the deck to have a Mother’s Day call and watch the birds. Check out this little guy:
You can sit up close to a bird feeder and, if they are hungry enough, most birds will come to accept your not being in the way of their dinner:
Anyway, it was a fine time, a nice long chat about this and that, some pleasant weather for a change and watching the wildlife go by:
Like I’m a nature photographer over here:
A red-winged black bird on the ground, very common in this area:
One of our neighborly cardinals, which aren’t exactly in abundance, but not scarce. I guess that means they are plentiful. There are at least four:
And a nice brief little look at an Indigo bunting:
We call the red-winged blackbird a Superman Bird. You can really see it when he flies. And I guess you’ll have to take my word for it since I only have pictures of it standing around:
And a nice red head finch wrapped up the photo safari on our back deck.
So that was the weekend. And how was yours? And back to the new week. How’s yours shaping up?
