So yesterday, being a relatively sunny day after the first freeze (in fact, it freezes every night now, pretty much), I went out to snip off the canes left from the asters from this year. Typically these flowers grow all summer, start to bloom about the end of October, racing for their lives against the oncoming winter. This year, they survived the one snowstorm so far (just before Halloween), lived out their little vegetative lives, and dried out, without further interference from the snow.
So anyway, I snipped them, put them in the compost heap, did a few other cleanup jobs around the yard. And retrieved the 10 or so feet of 1/8" cord I had used to hold them up. When I came inside again, I held onto one end of the string while I went around the house doing whatever. The cat went nuts, pouncing on the other end.
Also under the Critter Tales rubric...
Friday night I sat down to cogitate, doing pretty well, I thought, for having spent the holiday week more or less alone. The cat jumped up on the arm of my chair, which usually is checking to see if there's room in my lap for a cuddle and subsequent nap. So I was skritching his ears... and he bit me. Hard. This cat doesn't know about the gentle "that's enough" nip. And apparently if my arm passes near his face on its way to skritching position, it bugs him so he bites. So now I have fang marks on either side of the one he put there a couple days earlier (and a rapidly fading non-bleeding one on the other side of my arm, from his lower canine teeth).
I dumped him on the floor, washed out the wounds, found and applied bandaids to contain the blood til it stopped, and wondered why I'm so fragile that I'm very upset by something so trivial. I turned in early, arranging my pillows for maximal contact (and no room for the cat anywhere near me).
I'm tired of being fragile.
Apparently a new page has turned over on the calendar. Huh.
The two GRAIL spacecraft successfully dropped into lunar orbit yesterday and today. Careful monitoring of formation flying is supposed to reveal the internal structure of the moon, by way of its gravitational field.
I have another day off tomorrow. Maybe I should actually start using that fancy guitar I have...
Oh, and speaking of music, I think I'm still persona non grata for the next upcoming Sunday in choir. what with having missed a rehearsal in mid-December. That's how I'm playing it, unless specifically invited.
And oddly enough, a large part of my attendance ethic seems to be my commitment to the choir. This surprises me to some extent.
Also in December, I missed a series of "Theology On Tap" talks about science and religion. This is a set of get-togethers in a local bar on a weeknight, to talk about theological issues. It's quite popular, and the ex-curate who started it got some kind of a national award for implementing the idea.
Still, it's a pain in the ass to get to downtown Boston more often than strictly necessary, especially on weekdays.
Anyway. I'm out.
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