Blue

What is that blue stuff up in the sky? I haven’t seen anything like that in ages. It’s supposed to be grey and gloomy up in the sky, not blue and beautiful. What’s going on?

Evidence!

Clear evidence of a bird living in one of the bird houses!

Burger Flame

2023 50/90 Challenge Day 18/90

I failed to record guitars this morning, but I didn’t fail tonight. I know I wrote the wrap up post for last night today, so you’re getting a second wrap up post. Confusing? Maybe. Do I care? Not really.

I mixed a song this morning but you know that because I posted it even though it was crap. Tonight I put both rhythm and lead guitars onto two songs, and then put leads onto two more. Not the most impressive haul, but not bad given the total failure of my original plans.

Photos for fun.

Robin and Lily

Miss Robin Sparkles:

Miss Lily Pad:

Sticking with the Cat Theme

Yesterday’s blogging theme was “I hate fascism and fascists suck” and today’s theme is “I love cats.” I much prefer today’s theme.

And sticking with today’s theme, here are pictures I took of both cats just a few minutes ago.

They both let me pet them, but Robin let me pet her belly for a second. That is a gift that she doesn’t often give.

Patches Memorial

I have been meaning to do this for weeks, and I was planning on doing it over the weekend, but I decided I couldn’t wait any longer and did it today.

The Miss Patches Memorial has been placed in the little flower garden spot in the front yard. It doesn’t have any flowers, but it might someday. Now Patches can visit the outdoors instead of just looking through the window all the time.

Morning Fail

Guess what I didn’t get to this morning before work.

I managed to finish my daily exercise, watch this week’s new episode of Star Trek: Strange New Worlds (excellent!), and finish the Library episode of Doctor Who that I started last night but fell asleep during the second episode.

No music though, so the morning goes down in the books as a failure.

Dogs or Cats

Daily writing prompt

Dogs or cats?

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If you’ve visited this page before, you know the answer to this question already.

Before I was born my parents moved from Dorchester to Tewksbury. From the city to the suburbs, which from their point of view was sort of like the most rural place in the known universe. They were both under the impression that living in the country meant you had to have pets. They were wrong, but it took time to figure it out. They got a dog. It might have been two dogs. The experiments ended badly. I don’t know the details, but they got rid of them after a relatively short period of time.

At some point after I came into the picture with my curly red hair that magically straightened itself by the time I was old enough to go to school but seems to be coming back now that I am an old fart my mother’s little sister’s cat, Heidi, had kittens. One of those kittens came to live with us. Her name was Fluffy. Fluffy Puffy to be precise. Our house was on a busy state highway and it wasn’t long before our indoor cat got out and bought it while trying to cross the road. That was it as far as pets were concerned. Well, apart from some fish and a short lived hamster. I don’t have any memories of dogs but I do have some vague impressions of the cat. Just a weird image of me chasing it down the hallway.

From then on I have been a cat person, but it wasn’t until we bought our house in 2010 that I stopped being the guy who loved other people’s cats and started being someone who lived with cats.

Patches came first. We adopted her shortly after we moved into the new house.

98/365 - First Photo with an iPhone 11 Pro Max

Patches was literally, objectively, the best cat ever. We lost her to cancer a couple of days after Christmas last year.

Earlier this year we adopted Robin and Lily. We went to the MSPCA looking for two cats that were bonded together already. Lily is Robin’s kitten and in order to adopt one we had to adopt both. That was perfect, just like they are.