I came downstairs this afternoon and saw my poor Charlie trying to enjoy the outdoors. I noticed the other day how mature he is in comparison with his kitten picture in my heading. And while I'm at it, I've been asked about that picture. He was asleep on the warp beam and I thought it was so cute, I ran downstairs for our DSLR. As soon as he heard me come back in, he popped his head up and I was able to snap it, thanks to the camera speed. That's the floating warp he managed to catch in his mouth.
He was a skinny oil-covered starving kitten when someone found him on top of a tire in a truck wheel well and turned him in to the SPCA. I'm always sad that he can't have his heart's desire - access to the outdoors - but I remind myself that that is why he's still here.
He keeps me company when I blog. All of his little 8-pound self. This evening Ian and I were reading on the front porch, and Charlie laid on the window sill behind us and piteously mewled.
I hadn't charged my Kindle in a month so it died, leaving me with my library book. I was cool anyway, in spite of it being an August evening, and so I went indoors. It worked - Charlies' not dumb.
I wove all day, in between loads of laundry. I finished the last set and wove my sample pinwheel. So this is what it looks like - the American flag! I had thought it would be a sample, but the light went on. I'm running out of time for my craft fair. I'm stuck - this is it. Love it or leave it? I don't love it.
So on a more positive note, I leave you with Alexia at her Aunt Lynette's house and the mysterious jack-in-the-bean stalk plant. What makes me laugh the hardest is the wooden spoon in her right hand. Apparently Aunt Lynette has a naughty dog? We're not sure because any story from Alexia is, well - a story.
This and that.........
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