Hot July

Lawds I can't believe I haven't blogged since Saint Patrick's Day. Life, hectic as usual, plus some.

And yet, there is very little to report. The only important, and painful, thing to report, is that Raven died last month. He had developed stomach cancer and I just couldn't allow him to suffer. Gawds how I miss him. I can't talk about him

Pewter doesn't seem to really notice or care that he is now a single child... though he is enjoying his extra cuddle time. And, perversely, this insane heat spell. I found him lying in a patch of sunshine yesterday afternoon when I got home. It was 110 at the farm yesterday! I can't believe he didn't give himself heatstroke. He really doesn't like air conditioning but still!

Snow Days

Yesterday was a snow day for me. I stayed inside all day, hair in a tangled, messy pony on top of my head, wearing my favorite faded jammies and holey socks, knitting and watching tv: Angel, Charmed, The West Wing, JAG and NCIS - in that order.

Nothing like life down on the farm, eh? If you are determined to remain single, unattached and alone in this life, re-read the paragraph above. Works for me!

Raven and Pewter were a little shocked by my mid-week interruption of their equally exciting lives. Every time I left the chair Raven would hop up and take over. When I shoo'd him he'd glare at me and then hunker down on the floor at my feet. Pewter showed his confusion by chatting at me all day (instead of sleeping) and dropping one of his meece on my feet for me to throw for him every half hour or so. They're probably shredding the couch as I type this. It's never a good idea to confuse cats.

I'd guess we got eight-something inches of snow at the farm. It's hard to tell because there was steady, howling gale all night and this morning. As soon as the drive was plowed it was recovered with blowing snow. Hopefully it will be cleared enough for me to get back to my little bungalow tonight. I have a spaghetti dinner at the nursing home to attend and won't be back before nine. Getting stuck out in the country, on a cold night, where my cell phone doesn't work is not my idea of a good time.

See the first paragraph for what is my idea of a good time.