Mist and I ramble through our days in happy, contemplative
Last night we had a pillow fight. She is still slightly miffed.
It all began when the temperature outside dropped like a stone towards -30 C, and the house began to cool. In anticipation we had burned three fires yesterday and the air was dry. Just as I was about to crawl into bed my nose began to bleed, once again. Attila went to bed without me, as he needs extra sleep when he has to work outside in such cold weather. I stayed up watching television until I finally got the bleeding under control.
Groping through the dark bedroom, quietly so as not wake Attila, I found the mattress and lay my weary head down. There was something wrong, and at first I wasn't quite clear about what it was. Then she began to purr. I had laid my head directly on top of Mist, who had been sleeping peacefully on my pillow. She had claimed the pillow first, and she was not about to give it up!
I talked to her, her only response was to purr. I lifted my head so that she could move, her only response was to purr. I laughed, which woke Attila. Mist would not move. Attila and I talked to her, but she was going nowhere. Attila picked her up and put her down between us on the bed. She was miffed, and flounced off into the darkness.
I won the struggle of wills with Mist that time, but she made very sure that I understood; winning a battle is not the same as winning the war.
Of note, it was so cold in the house this morning that the batteries in my wireless keyboard and mouse were unable to provide any power. Luckily I have a USB keyboard and mouse handy, ergo this entry.
|RECIPES :: Cast
The jars with green lids were given to me in 1970, by a Home Economics teacher, who retired that year. She had used them for decades before passing them on to me, rather than throwing them out.
"He had the oaks for heating and for light.
He had a hen, he had a pig in sight.
He had a well, he had the rain to catch.
He had a ten-by-twenty garden patch.
Nor did he lack for common entertainment.
That I assume was what our passing train meant."
from The Figure in the Doorway
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