… and life goes on

It’s been awfully quiet on this front — not one post in well over a month. Christmas and New Year’s are over … stored away.

Hardly any pictures have been taken. I guess it’s just this time of year I don’t feel very inspiring. Besides I’ve been engrossed in my little world of fountain pens and handwriting. Didn’t want to go on and on about that here, so I started a separate blog for that. This one was never intended to be any kind of ‘niche blog’. I didn’t want to change direction of it …( if it ever had any direction at all) since  that isn’t always appreciated by all readers and I aim to please.

Life is good here. We mosey around as usual … online, watch TV at night. British series on Netflix is something we always look out for, and we were excited when they announced the last season of The Fall. A crime series which took place in Belfast. I admire the main actress there … Gillian Anderson.

Last week, we watched an Icelandic series … Trapped. It wasn’t bad! It had a bit of that “Nordic noir” to it, and I like that. I realise how quickly we got used to ‘binge watching’. Normally, we’d have to wait a week until next episode started.

Sunday, two weeks ago, a new season of Homeland began. For the first time, I got disappointed! That series has surprised me, as I never thought it would catch on after Brody died, but it did … until now. I lost it so much I forgot about it this last Sunday!

mcduff_kitchentableCat McDuff is fine too. He hasn’t missed a meal! I bought some treats for him in a pet store — got a shock when I looked at the little bag, how expensive it was! He must have sensed that, since he refuses to eat the regular “candy” he used to love before. Now he wants “Kittles”! LOL

Here’s he’s shamelessly resting on the table. This photo really makes him look fatter than he really is.

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DSC_7816.NEF(1)First we had Gerry’s son here, for four nights, then shortly afterwards, my friend arrived. She stayed for two weeks. I think that became too much for McDuff. Normally, he handles Kevin, the son, well, and he never stays longer than four nights. This time it was different.

I started noticing, that when Lena took a nap, he sat in the hallway, gazing into ‘her’ room. He sat there for a long time … like ten minutes or so. Then he started to go into some sort of hiding, in places he never frequents otherwise. He didn’t sleep, he just laid there and gazed at us — a kind of vitriolic gaze 🙂

Lena, my friend, took this a little personal — as if the cat didn’t like her, but I doubt it was that. Rather that he didn’t get his usual amount of attention. Now it’s been two days since she left, and he’s slowly getting back into some kind of normalcy — his usual routines.

My weather app told me we’d get thunder & lightning around 5PM tonight. However; our feline app didn’t show any signs of that and it turned out he was right: no thunderstorm for us. It’s extremely hot and muggy so a little bit of thunder might have cleared up the air but it was not to be.

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cat_animatedWhen in doubt; Wash!

Now when it’s this hot, muggy and miserable in general, we suffer … and so does our cat.

Most of the time, he’s stretched out on the floor, near the fan, like a big piece of fur.

We can help ourselves to the shower, or to just put our heads underneath the cold water tap, but he needs assistance. As often as possible, I wipe him down, thoroughly, with a wet microfibre cloth. Normally, he’d protest so badly against this kind of treatment, but now he doesn’t fight it at all.

After these treatments, he seems to realise that his fur is wet … or at least somewhat damp, so then the big wash ensues. He drinks water properly, I keep track of that. This morning, we’re experiencing a bit of relief, and he’s alright … his usual self.

Tonight, my friend from Sweden will arrive … around midnight. That will be so much fun, and my postaday-project will probably be a little different. I think posts will come in spurts at times. That’s not world shattering news, and I’m the one who cares the most about it.

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So … I was going to take a picture of one of my prayer plants to use for this post. Moved it away from the window, to get better light. Guess who immediately wanted in on it?! 🙂

IMG_3099Then he just remained in place.

The prayer plant is my favourite, potted plant. In my native tongue, they’re named «Moses’ tablets», and I can see the thought behind that.

When we first came to Saint John, I couldn’t get ahold of one, but every now and then they show up in the grocery store. I’ve bought two “spare ones”, now this last Spring … just to make sure 🙂.

These two, old ones looked completely dead until just recently. Anybody else but me, would have let them go. There was NO sign of life. I had in the back of my head, though, that I’d seen it make a come-back, so I left them there, in the window … gave them a little water to keep them moist. What do you know … about two months ago, I noticed the first “scroll” rearing its tip through the earth! Yay! They both came back, and now they look like this:

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Since my mind is just as blank as it was yesterday morning, I was thinking perhaps I could use a prompt from WordPress. Today it’s “journey”. I could write a lot about that, but then the morning routine started. I just can’t focus on writing when I have two, piercing, green eyes gazing at me, a soft paw on my arm, combined with a meow every minute. He’s demanding breakfast, and it hasn’t been served yet.

Using “journey” in the big perspective — my life’s journey — I’ll just say that it’s mine. It’s my journey, I chose my path, and I’m responsible for it. In retrospect, you can sometimes see how the small decisions you’ve made throughout life, has affected the chain of events. Rarely have I been aware of that’s a life-changing choice the moment I made it (even though it has happened).

I’ll just leave it at that. Meow! 😸

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DSC_7642.NEFI get up quite some time before Gerry, my husband. Never does a “routine” seem more important and pronounced than in the mornings. McDuff, our cat, greets me, out in the hallway, with head butts, and sometimes even a little meow.

When the coffee’s ready, I sit down here and write. First, as of late, my Morning Pages and then I start to think about a blog post for the day. That’s all fine and dandy. He, McDuff is alright with that and the three treats I gave him while waiting for the coffee.

However … should this procedure take a few minutes more than he’s used to, then the “terror” commences. First, subtly, by just sitting on the floor, looking at me intensely. That’s bad enough — that stare is piercing. Next step: one paw on the armrest of my chair, other paw touching my arm, ever so gingerly. He’s used to that that, normally, does the trick. In 99% of the cases, I just get up then. But yesterday, that wasn’t the case. I held out. I just said something to him, at the first paw treatment, and carried on with whatever I was doing.

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Washing paw ~ tasstvätt

Not good. Now the paw treatment + meow + stare began. That was the worst. It became increasingly intense. I just couldn’t stay focused any longer — I had to get off the chair and go on with the morning routine, which means feeding him the wet stuff.

I told Gerry, who was up by then, how hopeless it was to try and write something longer in the mornings, but he just said “Well … you wanted kids, so … ” 😽

We had shrimp salad for supper last night. Isn’t that just a great piece of information?! It’s getting to be hot and we wanted to eat something cold. I always keep a few bags of frozen shrimp in the freezer, in order to be prepared. Now; the intriguing part. As soon as I even touch one of those bags, McDuff comes running … even if he is in the far bedroom! If I open the freezer and take out something else in a plastic bag, he doesn’t react. I just can’t figure out how he can make the distinction between shrimp bag and other bag. I know their hearing is good, but still …

Yesterday was no exception, so he got his quota of shrimp. While I cut them up for him, he  waits, and stretches up towards the kitchen counter with his front paws. I’m amazed how tall he gets.