Saturday, November 14, 2020

Saturday - 246th

It felt like a race: hasty retreat from the breakfast table, a fast loop around the New Development, a run to the barn where I hop on the tractor mower to run it underneath the grand maples by the road, then finally a grab for the hand spade to dig out some hefty dandelions from the front bed. Phew! Done by noon! I go inside, the rain begins.

I'd say the usual slow lead up to the day was definitely upended! In fact, the whole morning was uniquely irregular. Sure, I did that morning walk to feed the animals...






And Ed and I sat down to our usual breakfast...




But it was no typical leisurely meal. Two cats began their porch meowing routine...

 



And Ed responded. Possibly to prove a point, possibly because he was still half asleep. Since the cats can't (as per Nina) come in, my animal guy went out to eat the rest of the morning meal on the porch with them.




No, I did not follow. And yes, I shared my opinion with him as to how much I loved that interruption.

Was I effective? Sure. Until dinner: grilled salmon, sweet potato, salad. Interrupted because, well, a cat was meowing and someone (not me) had to go out and pet her for a good number of minutes.

Am I being worn down by Ed's stubborn persistence? I am not. No cats shall inhabit the farmhouse. Stubbornness runs deep on both sides of the divide.

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