Saturday, November 22

I want to remember my dear husband snug as a bug in a rug this morning. He usually has to get up and going before dawn, so Saturday is a nice morning to sleep in a little and take it easy. And it was cold in the house. Got down to 64 degrees, so when we did get up, we put on layers, I started the coffee, and we gave the new rye grass out front a good sprinkle with the hose. Coffee in one hand, sprinkler pressure attachment on the hose in the other. It was cloudy today, most of the day, so we broke down and turned on the furnace. No south sun to warm up the house, so we switched on the gas furnace and it warmed up to the default toasty setting of 68 degrees in here.

Sallycat did not like the strange noise of the furnace and insisted on being let outside and fussed at us to run for our lives, but she soon wanted back in when confronted by the neighbor's four cats prowling our backyard. One has the unfortuneate markings of a charlie chaplin or hitler type mustache. Pure white with two black spots on its side, and the black mustache. One is calico, and her newest teenager sized kitty that I have dubbed batman because its striking markings look like it is wearing a little cape and hood with black and gray in the cap in a round aurora borealis type flare. It is striking. They keep our backyard free of anything that moves...and surely there were no lizards about on such a cool morning.

For breakfast we dined on a baked biscuit with a blueberry sauce. It looked a lot like last night's dessert, but when aptly renamed, it took on a more breakfasty-name ambiance. Lunched on soup. Hung some clothes up from the dryer. Showed Bob yesterday's edition of Breitbart TV. And mostly, Bob worked on his Sunday School lesson. Last week's lesson which is on a similiar vein, can be found on his blog.

I took a nap, and heard the front doorbell, but Bob said it was someone inviting us to church. Usually, the doorbell heralds our five year old next door neighbor showing us his new shoes or asking for a cookie.

The sky cleared briefly, and gave us a little sunshine into the living room. We ventured out to the bank and chick-fill-you up, and watched the puppy webcam site on and off. It is almost 8pm, and the puppies are all piled on each other sleeping. They have had a lot of excitement today.

James just called. He will be home Wednesday night, Thursday morning.

I am knitting a combination Peaches and Creme and Sugar 'n Cream with lots of shade of brown. The coppery-color is pretty. I don't usually mix the two brands, but these looked so close--that they make a very multi-colored hotpad of brown, tan, copper, burnt orange, off-white, and a deep purple. I have a stack of nine dishrags done up, and I was able to use up all the half-balls of blue--that light purple-blue. How do you spell periwinkle??

Night James.

More Earthquakes. Did not feel them.

http://earthquake.usgs.gov/eqcenter/recenteqsus/Maps/US2/32.34.-98.-96.php

Tina, you will have to copy and paste this address into the top bar thingy to go to the site, 'cause I don't know how to embed. I have been shown many times, and as soon as I do it all by myself a few times, maybe I'll get the hang of it.

Bob got the front weeded on the left side of the walkway. Yippeee ! Looks so much better. But, we need to plant something there or the weeds will just come back. I am all for something simple, like grass. Or cactus.

Using the AC on this first day of November. Feels good.

Time change today. I have already adjusted most of the clocks. Might as well ease into it, in my opinion.

More later...

Dad (Bob) Painted the Cat

Tony and his crew from Gold Star Roofing did a pretty good job on the roof. But, they did a horrid job painting the outside. No prep work at all. Even though they assured Bob that they would.

Bob has spent the last three or four weekends sanding, hammering in nails, caulking, filling, and painting the house, with kilz and then paint. And of course, the gallon with the same label from a different Walmart turned out to be just a tad lighter. So, more painting today. No wind. A beautiful day for painting, really.

But, Sallycat threw up on the carpet in the living room. So, seeing as how we were outside most of the morning, I let her out to be with us. And I noticed she was eating grass---a sign of an upset tummy, so I was none too in a hurry to let her back inside. When Bob painted near the front door, Sallycat thought if she stood there and looked pitiful, that he'd let her back into the house. But, no. His hands were (tied) painted. And Sallycat got paint dripped on her back. Now she has another reason to throw up. I am wondering if when she ingests a sticker, if that is what makes her throw up. Stickers get stuck in her fur, and when she licks them off, where do they go? I wonder if maybe she swallows them, and that is what makes her tummy upset. She slept all night at our feet, so its not like she was out hunting and killing and eating any critters.

More Sanding and Scraping

And painting. Bob bought a gallon of kilz and another gallon of the gray-white paint. And he sanded the east side, and everywhere that needed it with his belt sander electric tool. Good thing I did not hot glue on the stars. They would have been in the way.

Sad news from firstborn. Their dear cat, Jack had to be put down. So sad. He was the cat we were entrusted with when firstborn was in basic. And this cat ran away at one point and was miraculously found. Jack had indeed nine lives. And Jack was one of the grandchild's first words. Jack and cat were synonymous to the grandchild. Andy said he ate something like a rubber door stopper that blocked his intestines.

The neighbors on the east side have their charcoal grill going. And the wind must be out of the east. I made Bob a bag of Marie Calendars' skillet meal, the one with turkey and sweet potatoes. Cooked up quickly on the iron skillet. I should have timed it better around Bob's painting of the outside of the house. We googled Marie Calendar---and there really once was a Marie. And Bailey's Irish Cream--invented the same year I graduated from high school. 1974. I bought some Bailey's Irish Cream Ice Cream. Bob wanted to know whatall was in it. Google helps us improve our minds.

Back to the weeding---stickers abound. Window washing may have to wait until next week once the paint is dry.