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Contortionist moves

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Nevermore, black cat weirdly stretching on a hot summer day

Nevermore: contortionist, hard to photograph, weird

It’s been hot, and the animals are all dealing with it in their own way. Nevermore chooses to practice her contortionist moves while sleeping, possibly to expose the greatest amount of fur surface area to the ceiling fan. Too bad she’s black and all you can see in the photo is a big blob.

Everyone else is dealing by lounging around, laying on floor rather than carpet, hanging out by open windows, having a poor appetite, and generally hunkering down to wait it out.

Can you tell we don’t have air conditioning?

A loaf or a swirl

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It’s been a long weekend full of family step-drama, and subsequent planning for this winter and spring. These next few weeks will be bumpy, but I’m confident that it will turn out for the best. I’ll share more when final decisions have been made. So, I’m exhausted and going to bed early. I want to get some good work in early in the week.

#reverb11 (via dontbeapicklebump.com)

“Do you have any rituals that you use to calm and center yourself when you are tired, frustrated or angry? What are they? If you don’t have any rituals for yourself, take a few minutes and think about what kind of rituals could you allow yourself to enjoy and describe them.

After all these years, still the best way for me to totally disconnect is to take a long hot bath with a good book. No electronics. No distractions. Usually Nevermore or Isis comes to hang out (Nevermore as a loaf, Isis as a swirl).

What do I know about Constancy?

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A Year of Mindfulness: 52 Weeks of Focus – Week 28

Constancy. Constancy is defined as:

  1. the quality of having a resolute mind, purpose, or affection; steadfastness
  2. freedom from change or variation; stability
  3. steadfastness, as in purpose or affection; faithfulness

When I think of constancy, I think of those things that make me feel grounded. I think in terms of the larger cycles of life: the ebb and flow of the tides (see more beautiful ocean views below), the changing of the seasons, the passing of each new day – followed by the beginning of another, the life cycle of plants and animals. Each are absolute wonders of our natural world.

What do I know about Constancy? I suppose I do appreciate the ebb and flow of each day with the dark and the light, and changes of the moon each month, and the seasons that bleed softly (sometimes harshly) into one another. Steadfastness, faithfulness, yes, I hope a know a little of those. But freedom from change or variation? That sounds boring. Frankly, I think I’m afraid to stick to routine because it might be unexciting, or be perceived as uninspired.

Nevermore seems almost back to her old self today. Still clearly not 100%, but we did not have to make a vet appointment, yet.

In the meantime, outside stray calico kitty is back and has been receiving regular supplementation under the porch, where I think she stays most nights. I don’t know what she does when it’s bitter cold. She was sunbathing on our defunct car in the driveway today, so hubby took her out an extra snack. She’s still very skittish and ran away, but came back to eat every bit within minutes once the human went back inside. He said she looked pretty skinny. We’re trying to make friends with her enough to see if we can verify that she’s homeless, but she’s so wary.

Kids got here today. I think tomorrow we may have to start some preliminary vegan cooking for Thursday. Maybe make bread crumbs for stuffing, and pie…


Slow evening at home with hulu, books, and cats

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A slow evening at home (that 5 hours of sleep was rough). Made some vegan blueberry pancake comfort food.  Took a long hot bath while watching House and had a stack of books for after. Rotating kitties kept me company.

On my reading list this week:

Here’s to weekends at home

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In spite of the fact that my husband and I have been sick for a week (is this turning into bronchitis?!) and I’ve been feeling crappy off and on for a few weeks now, I just had a great weekend. Sometimes a quiet weekend at home is exactly what I need. No need to leave the house (except for the yard, or a walk around the neighborhood), and certainly no reason to drive anywhere.

Hubby and I did mostly our own thing, except for watching Rome together, an old series we’re working our way through on Netflix discs. I read most of Will Potter’s excellent Green is the New Red, which I’m going to finish after this post. I caught up on a bunch of vegan podcasts while doing stuff around the house. I henna’d my hair. I started some lentils sprouting in a jar, which is something I’ve been wanting to try for a while. 

It was a slightly warm and sunny weekend, so I was able to take Pip, Isis, and the dogs out into the backyard to hang out a little. (Gordy and Nevermore were not very interested, but Gordy logged some good time on the porch. Caesar even came out to the porch for a bit.) I took Ruby for a walk, trimmed the dog’s nails, and brushed Bubba and gave him a bath, which hadn’t happened for a looong time. Due to his health issues, his coat has not been in the greatest shape lately, and he seems to always be shedding and shaggy—half a pug of fur is now in the back yard. This evening I even had a little time to research some news for the next show.

Poor Pip, the pain med that the doctor gave her for the extraction seriously cracks her out. Fairly immediately, her eyes glaze over and she loses coordination. In fact, we’ve had to keep an extra eye on her. This ordinarily very agile cat is having problems judging the leap to the cat tree, etc. And she somehow banged herself up in the night—she has a divot of fur out next to each eye (worse near her right eye). It could be that she had a tussle with one of the other cats, but I don’t think so. So tonight we’ll make sure to confine her to the bedroom. I’d almost rather not give her the pain med if its going to mess her up like that, but then I don’t know how bad the extraction might be hurting and she can’t tell me. Yesterday she did seem to be uncomfortable eating, so it probably does hurt—a lot. At least I know she loves going outside and was able to do that for her.

Both days I began to feel tired after about 4 hours, so it was great to have nothing that had to get done. Hopefully it was enough rest to kick this and be able to start my work week feeling good.