||[Oct. 1st, 2011|06:37 pm]
The clouds that began arriving this afternoon are not the ones that will bring rain. Those are supposed to turn up Monday. Today's clouds are mostly decorative, though they have also served to turn the early evening chilly. The chilliness has brought Portia indoors early, and she is insisting that I provide her a lap to nap on, and that I not disturb her rest for any foolish reason, such as making my dinner. |
Maybe she'll reconsider when my stomach begins growling at her. I have mixed feelings about her departure from my lap, though. When I'm using the computer and she gets off my lap, her next choice of napping places is always the top of my computer tower. She invariably hangs her tail down the back of it, and then sheds cat hair all over the cables and ports and vents. Are computers allergic to cat dander?
This afternoon I noticed that four young conifers have sprouted alongside my house. There are two spruces and two ponderosas. I also have a smattering of baby oaks scattered about, a three-inch Douglas fir, and two more little ponderosas at a somewhat greater distance from the house. The forest is trying to reclaim my yard.
I'm tempted to let them all grow. None of them will be big enough to cause problems with foundations or fences or walkways for several years, though the longer they stay in the ground the harder they will become to dig up should I decide to do so. Still, there's something appealing about the thought of eventually becoming the crazy old guy who lives in the creepy house hidden behind all the trees. With a bunch of cats.