April 30th, 2006

warrior

Critters

Sassy is the queen of the backyard. She makes sure that everybody around the fenced yard knows it, too. Cuthbert rarely goes out, and gets nervous about being too far from the house.

We were holding the door open for Cuthbert, who was -- in typical cat fashion -- trying to make up his mind whether to go through the door or not, when he spotted Sassy out romping in the grass. He immediately dashed out, intent on assaulting the dog. He barely got to Sassy before he realized two things:
1) he was out in the open where everybody could see him;
2) the grass was wet.

Sassy ran off to patrol her boundaries and show off, while Cuthbert slunk carefully and in disgust back toward the porch. This pic is a rare one of the two together, Sassy surveying her domain while Cuthbert gripes about the wet grass and starts to return to safety.

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On the prowl  
On the prowl
 
joe

Last post for National Poetry Month

The Owl and the Pussycat


I

The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
Wrapped up in a five pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
'O lovely Pussy! O Pussy my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are,
You are,
You are!
What a beautiful Pussy you are!'


II

Pussy said to the Owl, 'You elegant fowl!
How charmingly sweet you sing!
O let us be married! too long we have tarried:
But what shall we do for a ring?'
They sailed away, for a year and a day,
To the land where the Bong-tree grows
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood
With a ring at the end of his nose,
His nose,
His nose,
With a ring at the end of his nose.


III

'Dear pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
Your ring?' Said the Piggy, 'I will.'
So they took it away, and were married next day
By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined on mince, and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the moon,
The moon,
The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.

-- Edward Lear
wayside cross

A constructive endeavor

By mid-morning yesterday, collinsmom and I were out in the holler, putting up the metal shed from the kit. The instructions warned that once one finished the base and started assembling the actual shed, the whole job must be done in one swell foop -- the reason being, a half-finished metal shed will catch the wind (if any) and wreck itself.

We worked on this sucker for a good eight hours. The rain spattered off and on, but mostly held off until we got the roof almost completed. We were exhausted when we were done. Luckily, siege called up a couple of friends, who appeared just at dusk with some leftover pizza and some cold drinks. I remarked on our lunch break that we couldn't have done this thirty years ago. Working that close together on such a frustrating project would have led to either murder or divorce. But we are at least used to each other after all these years, and gripes are not felt personally. At one point, collinsmom said, "Go and ahead and cuss; it'll make you feel better." To which I replied that I was already over my quota for bad words.

I don't have a picture of the finished shed yet, since the light was failing when we were wrapping things up. And it's rained steadily all day today, so I mostly napped this afternoon. But here is a picture of me wrestling with the stubbornness of matter, a demi-urge of home improvement.
 
Some assembly required Some assembly required