We have a flag. It is not yet on display. We’re still displaying other things. Allie, meanwhile, has found her first favorite spot:
The Black Cat is a creature of habit. She’ll spend part of her day here or there, following the sun, being around us, watching the outdoors, curled up asleep. I always wonder what makes her pick her spots. Well, the sunshine is an easy one, but the rest seem like something just short of chance. And, after some amount of time — forgive me, I’ve not charted this all out — she’ll rotate into entirely neat spots for whatever reason. That landing, where she can catch a bit of the early afternoon sun, is her first spot.
Here’s a scene from a quick 18-mile bike ride yesterday:
We’re still learning roads, and so it was no surprise that it was a surprise that we wound up at a place where this could happen:
I’m not a taker of street signs, but that’d be a neat one to see on a wall somewhere, wouldn’t it?
Also the 300-700 feet footnote … I’m sure that has to do with seasonal water levels, but it does seem a bit vague, doesn’t it?
So many mysteries.
