While our electrical system gets an overhaul, the ceiling fixtures take a break.
I believe we have reached a state of detente.
Have you wondered why you’ve ONLY seen pictures of the kitten lately?
The rest of the household has been in open revolt. I guess I should have asked them first… what THEY thought of bringing another kitten into the house. They would have told me it was a bad, BAD idea. They’ve certainly been telling me that ever since the kitten came to live with us.
Well, to be fair, they didn’t tell me much the first four days. Shocked and APPALLED by the newcomer, everyone retreated to higher ground. The guest bedroom, to be specific, where the old-timers huddled under the bed, muttered under their breath, and conspired against us.
There was yowling. There was hissing. There were unseemly displays of temper and hostility.
Someone peed that first day. And NOT in the litter box. I’m not naming names or pointing fingers, but I know it wasn’t me, and I’m pretty sure it wasn’t Himself. I have my suspicions, but they will go unvoiced at this time.
However, know that I am WATCHING.
The Wonder Dog was the first to warm up. They’ve become fast friends, the elephant dog and the tiny kitten, and my only concern is that he’ll unknowingly trample him, being the giant clumsy doofus that he is. On the other hand, I have caught the kitten trying to nurse on the dog. So I think they’ll be okay.
Finally, slowly, the other cats are emerging from their self-imposed exile. Grandma will now share her dinner with the kitten. Jumbo and the Squig will now occasionally engage in a little mock battle while Big Grey just refuses to acknowledge his existence, simply stalking by with his tail in the air, and bearing the most palpable sense of righteous outrage I believe I’ve EVER witnessed in a cat.
The Squig.
His name became obvious within a couple of days. Squiggle. THE Andy Piper suggested it, and it’s a perfect fit. He IS a Squiggle.
Somehow, I think he’ll always be a Squiggle.
In other news – and to see if you are still paying attention – we wandered down to the town clerk’s office today and applied for a marriage license. We can pick it up on Friday, and then it’s good for 60 days.
We should probably do something with it by then.
However, the only place I REALLY want to get married is on William’s boat.
Sorry, sorry, sorry!
Soon, this blog will be:
Kellypuffs – All Kittehs, All the Time
And I will lose both my readers.
One of my quilt rescues.
It wasn’t a particularly wonderful example of a vintage quilt, but I fell in love with the stars.
Lovely red, pink, blue and white stars, depending on the degree of fading (and that degree varies wildly across this quilt), chunkily blanket-stitched on white, liberally stained squares of poor quality fabric that is deteriorating rapidly. The backing is a particularly heinous light blue polyester sheet. It was not quilted, but tied.
So I brought it home and have been working on it in fits and starts.
I started quilting it. I took the bold step of patching the holey parts with contrasting fabric of similar color to their original neighbors, blanket-stiched, again, to match the original.
I patched the worst spots, and then spot-treated the worst stains and threw the quilt into a light bleach load in the washer.
Line dried in today’s beautiful weather, I’m pretty happy with the way it turned out.
It has been successfully rehabilitated into a household quilt that can continue to be used, loved, and worked on…. for a loooong time. 
I grew up understanding that there are two kinds of illness: the kind that makes you vomit and the kind that makes you bleed.
If you have a vomity illness, you require ginger ale.
If you have a bleedy injury, you need to walk it off.
Anything else is malingering.
You’ll notice that in this view, there is really only ONE kind of illness – physical.
There IS no mental illness, only mental weakness. And if folks would just pull themselves up by their bootstraps and pull themselves together, everyone would be just fine.
FINE.
2WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWF3G (sorry, that was Squiggle. He likes to “help”.)
So imagine my consternation when I took a magazine quiz the other day and discovered that I am THE gold standard of Attention Deficit/Hyperactivity Disorder.
Come, take it with me. You’re supposed to rate each statement on a scale of 0 to 3, 0 being “not at all like me”, to 3 being “JUST like me”.
I tend to overlook details.
I prefer to think of it as “big-picture” thinking, okay? I’m a visionary, not an actuary. 2.It’s hard for me to listen for long periods of time in meetings.
You mean there are people who find it EASY to listen for long periods of time in meetings?!? 3.I wander from one task to the next without completing them.
We call this “multi-tasking”. The tasks get finished, but not in one fell swoop. 2.I jump from topic to topic in conversation.
This is a bad thing? Then why did they invent the word “non-sequitor”? I can’t help it if you can’t follow my inner monologue which is running at light-speed, while I wait for the rest of you slow people to catch up. 3.I tend to fidget or doodle.
Um. Yeah. 3.I interrupt others during conversations, even when I try not to.
Um, I don’t THINK I do this. Do I? 0.It seems much harder for me compared with others to take care of daily tasks.
Do you mean the mind-numbing minutiae that can eat up every day if you let it, like paying bills, cleaning the house, scooping the kitty litter, feeding the family, etc? 3.I pick up and drop hobbies and interests.
You have only to follow this blog for the SMALLEST period of time to know THAT. 3.I have difficulty planning ahead.
I DON’T plan ahead. 3.I’m forgetful.
What were we saying? 3.I frequently misplace personal objects.
3.My home and office are cluttered and messy.
No comment. 3.I tend to run late.
I HATE arriving late to anything, and am usually the first one to arrive. 0.I have difficulty developing routines for me or my family.
hahahahahahahaha. 3.Meal planning is challenging for me.
See this post. 3.I often start reading books but rarely finish them.
Sadly, this is true these days, more often than not. 3.
If this were elementary school, I’d ace this quiz. Gold stars for me. Yay!
Alas, I’m not sure if I need ginger ale or to “walk it off”.
Please advise.
This commercial speaks to me. Do they know their target audience, or what?
I love the soundtrack of this ad so much I bought the song on iTunes.
It’s “See You on the Moon” by the Great Lake Swimmers.
