One fall class Canvas shell is now set. Two to go. I created the second one today and will get into it tomorrow, or this weekend, or both. And then, next week, I’ll start on the third class. It’ll be a question of taking four pages of notes and a bunch of other ideas into something fruitful. Three-and-a-half weeks to go.
The kittehs don’t mind. I don’t know that they think about things that far out, because their lives are pretty good. It’s just meeting each part of the day’s routine — mostly about where to nap, or how to get their pets. They do, at times, think about the fullness of a week. Some nights offer different parts of their larger routines. And then there are the inconveniences, like when they get their nails trimmed. And when I forget about adding them here. So let’s get you caught up.
Phoebe is making good use of the afternoon sun for her beauty shots on the landing. There’s a certain portion of the day when the sun shines just above the large window, and the light is diffused by the side of the house.
We don’t have a cat spot lined up for the golden hour, come to think of it. Maybe I can remedy that.
None of this bothers Poseidon, who is very concerned about his evening lap time. He has his routine. He waits, sometimes patiently, for dinner to be over. And then my lovely bride has to sit lengthwise across the sofa. The cat will not accept her sitting normally, for he needs to stretch out.
Unless he needs to curl up. Which he also requires the full length of her legs, for some reason.
When I came downstairs for dinner, and laptime, tonight, I looked out that big window and saw this little family out under the apple trees. They’ll get their share. Maybe they’ll save some for us this year.
Already I’ve shooed these deer off from the peach tree. Any moment now I’ll be out there grabbing fruit. Whatever the deer leave us, anyway.
