Morning
So for the last two days, we've been hearing portends of meteorological disaster in the form of vast quantities of snow that was supposed to start falling last evening and continue throughout the night. This prediction was one of the things that was making me a little nuts about mother being in the hospital, because, unless she was released before the advent of this wild storm, heavy snow would necessitate our arising at the crack of dawn and going to clear the driveway and the walk in front of the house so that Dad could get out and go get her, and that mother could actually walk from the car to the house without mishap. So this added to the stress of her actually being there.
I woke up this morning, cringing, thinking that I would be looking out on this disaster first thing, and that we would be looking forward to spending the day moving the white stuff from one place to another, in two different locations....
I peeped up over the top of the headboard, looking out the window at...
Nothing.
Nothing, nothing, nothing.
I went downstairs for coffee and flipped on the news, where the weathergirl was saying, "Well, we did get some snow..." and I'm yelling at the television--"WHERE??? VERMONT????"
I mean, there was nothing out there--and she was still defending.
I would have been angrier, except the angry was so overwhelmed with the relief facilitated by the sunshine and the birds warbling their spring-like warbles that I couldn't stay annoyed.
As I was waking up fully, I was watching the cats....
Early morning is really their most amusing time, so I can always count on a good bit of entertainment with my morning java.
This morning, Rafiki demonstrated his ADHD tendencies by chasing Daisy, at full out top speed, all around several levels of the living room, only to be stopped, dead in his tracks and just short of leaving skid marks, by some floating bit of fur that she had kicked up, with a perfect "Ooooh, SHINY!" expression on his face.
Daisy took this opportunity to leap to the top of the cat tree, asserting her Queen status...only to find that being able to maintain this status meant that she missed the Filling of the Bowls. She really tried to look majestic, but was very definitely disturbed by the fact that she had gained the throne at the expense of foregoing the feast, while Rafiki crunched away on his kibble in the kitchen.
Wallace got a raw egg in his kibble this morning, and now he's sleeping contentedly at my feet, no doubt satisfied beyond reason.
Paul is downstairs making chocolate chip pancakes and maple sausage, and I'm up here compiling a shopping list for tonight's dinner--Tuscan chicken, wild mushroom risotto and Tuscan salad.
Happy days, folks...happy days.
I woke up this morning, cringing, thinking that I would be looking out on this disaster first thing, and that we would be looking forward to spending the day moving the white stuff from one place to another, in two different locations....
I peeped up over the top of the headboard, looking out the window at...
Nothing.
Nothing, nothing, nothing.
I went downstairs for coffee and flipped on the news, where the weathergirl was saying, "Well, we did get some snow..." and I'm yelling at the television--"WHERE??? VERMONT????"
I mean, there was nothing out there--and she was still defending.
I would have been angrier, except the angry was so overwhelmed with the relief facilitated by the sunshine and the birds warbling their spring-like warbles that I couldn't stay annoyed.
As I was waking up fully, I was watching the cats....
Early morning is really their most amusing time, so I can always count on a good bit of entertainment with my morning java.
This morning, Rafiki demonstrated his ADHD tendencies by chasing Daisy, at full out top speed, all around several levels of the living room, only to be stopped, dead in his tracks and just short of leaving skid marks, by some floating bit of fur that she had kicked up, with a perfect "Ooooh, SHINY!" expression on his face.
Daisy took this opportunity to leap to the top of the cat tree, asserting her Queen status...only to find that being able to maintain this status meant that she missed the Filling of the Bowls. She really tried to look majestic, but was very definitely disturbed by the fact that she had gained the throne at the expense of foregoing the feast, while Rafiki crunched away on his kibble in the kitchen.
Wallace got a raw egg in his kibble this morning, and now he's sleeping contentedly at my feet, no doubt satisfied beyond reason.
Paul is downstairs making chocolate chip pancakes and maple sausage, and I'm up here compiling a shopping list for tonight's dinner--Tuscan chicken, wild mushroom risotto and Tuscan salad.
Happy days, folks...happy days.