morning. 10.14.
The sun should be up before I am. It is not. Today is a day of typing, typing, typing, calling on the phone, and attending to a sick cat. Going to need many cups of tea. hot chocolate. You betcha.
I am in here.
The sun should be up before I am. It is not. Today is a day of typing, typing, typing, calling on the phone, and attending to a sick cat. Going to need many cups of tea. hot chocolate. You betcha.
Today, all of us bloggers who are remembering the third anniversary of the WTC/Pentagon attacks are remembering it as, of course, a very vivid memory. “Seems like just yesterday,” we say to ourselves, or somesuch. I suddenly find myself equipped with a sufficiently long memory to have accumulated a small handful of similar cultural… yardsticks? … Continue reading What we tell each other
Hi back to Michael from Tulsa! Just have been out to the Oyster Bar at Grand Central for dinner with the brother- and sister-in-law, catching up on the fact that they’re grandparents and I’m a great-aunt (eeeeeeek!) etc. etc. Walking to there from Times Square, where the Ohio delegation stays, was the usual Manhattan walk, … Continue reading RNC: the gathering of the … er… forces
This is Beeper R. Kat: She is in her favorite nap-place: the stack of empty grocery bags in the pantry. She’s been sleeping a lot lately, and this is why… We’ve had to have our old leaded-glass windows on the first floor redone gradually this year, due to rust etc. Currently, the windows in the … Continue reading Cat-blog time