Wed 31 Oct 2007
Tired But Happy…
Geez, I feel like I’m back in school. This was a post originally intended for yesterday evening, but although it’s being turned in a little later than originally intended, I have no excuses — I certainly won’t use “The cat ate my homework.” (I remember it didn’t work in college, either…)
Pat and I went out of town Monday and stayed overnight, for the first extended trip since her surgery in mid-September. It was a good short-term goal of her rehab, and while we didn’t do everything we’d hoped, and left earlier than we’d planned, that just meant we hit less traffic on the way back and got to see our Good Cats again sooner.
And, to tell the truth, I was kind of tired, too. It doesn’t matter how fancy a bed is, if it’s not the bed you’re used to, it might as well be at Art’s Bait and Night ‘O Rest Motel. (And let’s not even mention the pillows…)
So we pulled into the driveway in the early afternoon yesterday, and we were greeted by a clowder of Good Cats. You would have been hard-pressed to find a louder clowder, for while all of them were nominally glad to see us, what they wanted most was to go outside and enjoy their kitty constitutionals.
We submitted to their will, until eventually they went back in and Pat gave them their Stinky Goodness. Then we had our own lunch before taking off our shoes and relaxing. I quickly conked out in the love seat and awoke some time later to a considerably darker room. Gradually I became aware of a loud sound of machinery outside; but it wasn’t the usual kind…
I mean, it’s never really silent where we live. The main airport in this part of the state is close enough that we’ve grown accustomed to hearing jets on final approach overhead. There’s also a four-lane highway nearby, so we hear large trucks gearing down at all hours.
But that’s not what I was hearing last night. This was a loud, low roar, and it was coming from a large piece of farm machinery that was harvesting soybeans in a field not far away. This part of the state, like so many other areas, has been changing from agriculture to industry and a lot of land has been bought by developers for new housing construction. The past is gone and it’s not coming back; still, it’s nice to hear a brief reminder of the way things were not so very long ago.
This year, the fields were planted with soybeans; around here last October, the combines were cutting down dry brown cornstalks and harvesting feed corn…
And now, let’s all play 3 Good Dots: …At PetSmart last Saturday, I saw the grey tabby sisters Jac and Jenna, who are being fostered by The Cat Shack. They were snuggled so close to each other, I hope they’re adopted together. As of today, there’s no link to them on the Petfinder site, so maybe no news is good news for Jac and Jenna…
… Pat and I are not happy about this. No idea when or where it happened, either. The dent is the only thing the guilty party left behind…
… There’s a good post about Internet etiquette at Rosehaven Cottage. Blogger Cindy admits she’s not sure about how or when to respond to comments on one’s blog, and I’ll confess I’ve wondered much the same thing myself. That’s something I like about widgets like My BlogLog and Blog Catalog, because with them it’s easy to tell who’s been by. A regular visitor doesn’t have to feel as though they need to leave a comment every time they drop in. Sort of reminds me of this Victorian custom…
… ‘We Had To Wonder’ Dep’t: From the Los Angeles Times, October 30, 2007: “An obituary of country music star Porter Wagoner in Monday’s California section misspelled the name of his first female duet partner on his long-running television show. It was Norma Jean, not Norman Jean.”
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