While home with the critters at lunch time, I experienced a "warm, fuzzy" moment.
Well, O.K., it was just a cat sitting on my lap, but the cat was Max, he who is not given to jumping up on laps of any sort. He is much more an "on the floor, you may serve me" sort of cat.
He seems to be getting the hang of lap sitting: you know the basics. Things like don't sit on the petter's chest with the head pointing downhill. It isn't like seeing the south end of a northbound moose- something everyone in a car doesn't mind seeing. Don't show appreciation for an exceptionally fine petting by sharpening claws on the petter's stomach, or extend those self same claws to obtain better traction when departing said lap or stomach. You know, the basics.
It certainly is more comfortable to have a cat on the lap than a 120 Lb Newfoundland Dog. (They are just not lap critters!)
I think I'll go and see if I can get another dose of therapeutic lapping done.
Later, Mushers!
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Getting out of the Alley
FCC and I went up to Railhead Friday morning to attend the interment of Ma.
We gathered at the homestead, met with other members of the family and travelled together to the graveyard together. After a short service, we returned to the house for some food and have a second look at the changes wrought by Charity and Kong, FCC's niece and her husband.
The changes were amazing and actually helped in the grieving process. The house was no longer Ma's, it was the home of Charity, Kong, and their kids.
A side word about Kong. He makes a fearsome first impression. It reminded me of a quote from Lyle Alzado quite a few years ago when asked if he thought he was tough. His response was, "Well, let me put it this way. If King Kong and I went into a dark alley, only one of us would come out, and it wouldn't be the monkey!" In the case of nephew Kong, Lyle may not have made it out.
Kong looks like he would fit in with the Hell's Angels, but you couldn't meet a nicer guy.
Anyway, after a lovely visit, it was off to Grand Lapin to spend quality time with FCC's brother, Hitch, and his wife, Lutgarde. We played trivial pursuit, talked, and ate. All in all, a pleasant weekend.
Time to get back at it though.
Later, Mushers!
We gathered at the homestead, met with other members of the family and travelled together to the graveyard together. After a short service, we returned to the house for some food and have a second look at the changes wrought by Charity and Kong, FCC's niece and her husband.
The changes were amazing and actually helped in the grieving process. The house was no longer Ma's, it was the home of Charity, Kong, and their kids.
A side word about Kong. He makes a fearsome first impression. It reminded me of a quote from Lyle Alzado quite a few years ago when asked if he thought he was tough. His response was, "Well, let me put it this way. If King Kong and I went into a dark alley, only one of us would come out, and it wouldn't be the monkey!" In the case of nephew Kong, Lyle may not have made it out.
Kong looks like he would fit in with the Hell's Angels, but you couldn't meet a nicer guy.
Anyway, after a lovely visit, it was off to Grand Lapin to spend quality time with FCC's brother, Hitch, and his wife, Lutgarde. We played trivial pursuit, talked, and ate. All in all, a pleasant weekend.
Time to get back at it though.
Later, Mushers!
Sunday, May 10, 2009
The Road Travelled
After a successful yard sale yesterday, and the donation of most of the remnant to a local service group, the lonely log cabin has a bit more room in it. A few more yard sales and we may actually have room to move about in comfort.
To celebrate our successful retail venture, and to deal with the first Mother's Day, post-Ma, FCC and I had a late breakfast. Originally, the plan was to go to a small restaurant here in Runamuk, but alas, the owner didn't open today- she was spending the time with her mother. On to plan B.
On the way back to the cabin, FCC mentioned that she was going to get her rain coat for the trip. I told her that was a good idea, and that I was wearing a hat for that very reason. I didn't like the drumming sound as rain hits my bald spot.
God bless her, FCC asked if that was what rain hitting my head sounded like. I replied that actually it sounds like pebbles hitting an empty tin can!
At this point, most people would tell me where to go. She just shook her head. A woman of infinite patience!
We didn't find a place to retire on this trip, but I did have a very nice breakfast and that is the next best thing.
Must get ready for a busy day tomorrow. We are receiving new short term staff, and all must be ready.
Later, Mushers!
To celebrate our successful retail venture, and to deal with the first Mother's Day, post-Ma, FCC and I had a late breakfast. Originally, the plan was to go to a small restaurant here in Runamuk, but alas, the owner didn't open today- she was spending the time with her mother. On to plan B.
On the way back to the cabin, FCC mentioned that she was going to get her rain coat for the trip. I told her that was a good idea, and that I was wearing a hat for that very reason. I didn't like the drumming sound as rain hits my bald spot.
God bless her, FCC asked if that was what rain hitting my head sounded like. I replied that actually it sounds like pebbles hitting an empty tin can!
At this point, most people would tell me where to go. She just shook her head. A woman of infinite patience!
We didn't find a place to retire on this trip, but I did have a very nice breakfast and that is the next best thing.
Must get ready for a busy day tomorrow. We are receiving new short term staff, and all must be ready.
Later, Mushers!
Friday, May 8, 2009
T'was the Day before the Yard Sale
For the last few days, FCC has been hard at work sorting out the treasures to be offered tomorrow at the community yard sale. We're going together on this with our neighbours who, along with having many other virtues (putting up with me springs to mind), also have a large shed with a stove. Bliss!
FCC has picked through her stuff for treasures to release into the public, and my stuff for junk we can do without. I feel soooo special!
The good news is that a local service group will be by after the yard sale to pick up anything people don't want to carry back into their Log Cabins.
Any way you slice it, we'll have more room to maneuver in 24 hours. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that there will be many people with lots of cash who will find the one treasure they can't live without at our table.
Later, Mushers!
FCC has picked through her stuff for treasures to release into the public, and my stuff for junk we can do without. I feel soooo special!
The good news is that a local service group will be by after the yard sale to pick up anything people don't want to carry back into their Log Cabins.
Any way you slice it, we'll have more room to maneuver in 24 hours. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that there will be many people with lots of cash who will find the one treasure they can't live without at our table.
Later, Mushers!
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