7a.m. Up with the chickens.
Not really, we don't have any chickens.
8 a.m. Walking Roy for a 3 miler.
9 a.m. At the studio, see Enough sleeping in the solar cat house, feed Next on the porch, bring out a can of smelly tuna cat food, bait the Havaheart, scurry back up on the porch to watch.
Enough runs in trap, eats. I watch. WTH?????? Then he takes a step FORWARD. SLAM. He is trapped. And very unhappy, trying to get out.
It's futile. Trust me. Those Havaheart traps are sturdy. So I run in and get a big piece of fabric, to cover the trap with, lock the door, and put plastic bags in the back of my car, just in case Enough decides to pee.
Call the vet on the way..........they know me. I just tell them I am soon to arrive with another candidate.
They will neuter him, and examine him as well, since he has been lying around alot the last couple of days, he may already have an injury from fighting.
Hopefully, his fighting days are over.
I should have made a poster board, with all their pictures.
Starting back in 2007.
Jinks, and three of Jinksie's siblings, who went to be adopted.
Bubba Lee's first two kittens, who were adopted.
Bunnynose, aka Pete, who has a home across the street.
Bubba Lee's five kittens, who were adopted.
Ringo, who hated us and ran away.
Bubba Lee, aka Pearl, who was adopted.
Also, aka Smokey, who my friend took home with her.
Did I miss any?? And yes, the vet gives me a discount. He probably thinks I am mentally deficient, bringing all these stray cats to him.
He doesn't understand. There's a sign out front. Cats come here, when they have nobody. They come lonely, and hungry, and scared.
They get food. They get love, if they allow it. They get neutered.
That's how we roll.
Back at the studio, I feed the rest of the cats, change litter boxes, give Kizzy his pill, and take some pictures of the rugs I made yesterday.
I know it's probably inviting a snow storm, but I couldn't help it. I tore the plastic off the porch, and let the breeze blow through.
Let it snow. I don't care. There are worse things.
Then finally, I got down to weaving.
A friend said she admired my tenacity. Cuz as you all know, it hasn't been an easy year.
But I'm not sure it isn't just plain old pig headedness that keeps me going.
And I am sustained by the things that matter most.
My love for my family and my friends.
My passion for weaving.
Tell me that this explosion of color doesn't make you feel BETTER.
It totally makes me smile.
To me, it is the simplification of all that's good and beautiful and sweet in this world.
Bring it on, I say.