I fear winter has arrived. It was five degrees below freezing today and although the forecast is for significantly warmer weather over the weekend, I know it's just Mother Nature's way of easing us into the inevitable. My feet are perpetually cold. I'm not ready. Fortunately, I cleared out my garden before the drop in temperature arrived, harvesting 44 spaghetti squash, loads of enormous potatoes, and a whack* of tomatoes. *A little known farming term used to indicate a large number. You know when an author mentions someone by name and then follows it with "(not her real name)" or something to that effect? Do you ever wonder if it's a case of hiding in plain sight, a little bait and switch, smoke and mirrors, and that Trixie Beaumont really IS the person's real name? It's just one of those things that occupies space in my mind.
Our last tax return is being audited, which is a supreme hassle. There are six pages of hoops we have to jump through. It's all very stressful and takes up a lot of time that could be better spent doing...oh, I don't know...ANYTHING else. I'm working through it one step at a time, breathing deeply, and taking lots of tea breaks.
Our kitten, Teddy Pinkleton (not her real name), is eating us out of house and home. She's growing by leaps and bounds - literally. We're hoping her appetite will eventually taper off. She's also a biter. Some of that comes from the roughhousing that she and our dog, Willow (not her real name), willingly engage in. Some of it, we're told, is just kitten behaviour. Nevertheless, we're actively practicing how to be gentle. Our adult cat, Luna (not her real name), is still growling and snarling at Teddy, albeit a little less frequently. Teddy continues to follow Luna around like an avid groupie trailing after a rock star, completely oblivious to Luna's complete lack of interest in her beyond wishing she would go back to wherever she came from. The poor girl can't even use the litterbox without Teddy staring her down. Speaking of which, we've noticed that Teddy's eyes are beginning to turn green. We're not surprised. She is a red head, after all. I just finished the book "A House in the Sky", by Amanda Lindhout (pretty sure it's her real name). It's interesting, sobering, honest, disturbing, and challenging and will stay with you for a long time after you've read it.
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I'm a Superficial Dabbler - I know a little bit about a lot of things and I'm an expert at none of them. I’m a city girl with a country soul, a curious nature, and a very short attention span. I believe that animals are angels wrapped in fur, come down from heaven to model unconditional love. I'm also profoundly blessed to be married to the man I prayed for and God provided.
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