So poor Jack has to eat out in the driveway.
And we're guessing that, while not exactly feral, he has reason to be afraid of people in general, cause he runs if it even appears that you are coming outside.
But Black Jack has ideas of his own, and we've seen this before. It was exactly how Nuff started out. They did the posturing, they fought, they tolerated, and then they became buddies.
I hope that it happens this way again, so Next won't be alone outside. I have tried to bring him in, and he really doesn't want to be there.
If you agree, then there's food and water, and a couple nice places to sleep.
A solar house, too.
But I am doing a Scarlett O'Hara impression, refusing to think about it.
On the studio front, Crazy as a Loom is still in business, in spite of my dual role as a SLUG.
The fall delivery of socks and loopers is all packed away in the barn. The yard is cleaned and looking GOOD. (thanks, Claire)
I am keeping a schedule that should embarrass me, but doesn't, not really.
I get there, I do some stuff, just nothing like I used to.
Times have changed.
Trying to find my new normal.
And occasionally, I weave.
And tomorrow, time for a visit to that sweet girl, and her Mommy, who is also a sweet girl.
Here she is in a sweater that her Mimi (that's me) made her.
Heart be still.