20 mile an hour winds. Feels like temperature of 30F (-1C). Layers of clouds moving in different directions.
Just at a guess . . . I'd say winter is coming.
Everyone seems to be jumping on the blog bandwagon so I thought I'd give it a go as well. Haven't really got a clue what I'm going to talk about, but that's never really stopped me from saying something, so . . .
* I didn't like it | ** It was OK | *** I liked it | **** I really liked it | ***** I loved it
Thursday, November 30, 2006
Friday, November 17, 2006
I wasn't expecting a gift bag
The Prodigal Son picked up Goblin's ashes today. Her ashes are sealed in a black ceramic cat which came in a lovely purple gift bag from the crematorium. I'm . . . I don't know . . . that purple gift bag just kind of . . . weird. That's all I can say. Weird.
The Furry Monsters, just because
Meli in repose on the breakfast bar
Rainbow in repose on the end table
Horus and Mouse in repose on top of the bookcase
Izzy in repose on the floor in the dining room
Saturday, November 11, 2006
Set in stone
I've ordered a marker for Goblin.
Friday, November 10, 2006
Yesterday was such a lovely day - low heat, low humidity - the lunch crowd from work decided to picnic in the park and feed the water fowl. It made for a very nice break.
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
Did you vote?
Shame on you if you didn't.
Thursday, November 02, 2006
Goblin just died
The Prodigal and I were with her as she drew her last few breaths. I've taken her to the vet to be cremated.
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