And so,

First of all, I want to thank everyone for your support by comments and emails. Neither Ian nor I realized how deeply Charlie was entrenched in our lives, and I know that no cat that finds us in the future will replace him, but also I'm sure that another kitty is out there for us, but not just yet. Charlie was a replacement for my cat Robin and it was too soon afterwards. I've learned that lesson.

We're in the middle of wildfires and yesterday an electrical storm came through, leaving us without power until last night. It started a fire on the mountain behind Mim's and they didn't have a phone to call it in. Thankfully the rain came and extinguished it. We were left without phone service until late this afternoon. We have a generator for power outages but can do nothing when the phone is out. This all has been stressful, not only for us, but also for the dogs.
And so I wove, no power needed. It was so miserably hot that it didn't matter whether we were indoors or out- no power, no fans, no air conditioner. I found throwing the shuttle to be comforting.
I wasn't sure if buying the UKI light orange from Michael would be that different but it's all the difference in the world. The left one says mangos and papayas and the right one says fiesta.
Buster kept me company and at one point, I found him wandering out of the bathroom and into the guest room. I had to finish the laundry this morning that was cut short by the electrical storm yesterday. Buster dug all through it. Charlie always slept in the piles of laundry. Buster keeps trying to find him.

I wove 2 1/2 towels this morning before the heat came up. I realized how much time I spend online during a day when I found myself doing other things. I caught up on reading the last six issues of Vogue Knitting magazine and I wound off some skeins of coned yarn and washed them for knitting.

The eighth color is silver and I almost elected to not use it for a weft. It's pretty pastel, though trying it out, I think it's a little like tropical shaved ice. I'll think about it tomorrow. By this point the temperature in the studio had become insufferable.
I finished for the day and realized that I had not one but two dogs with me. They never used to accompany me as I'd weave. That was Charlie's job. Sammy has moped for the past two days, but then Charlie was her cat. Often we'd find him with the fur on his back licked by her and sticking up like a mohawk. Charlie was smaller than Sammy's head, and that's how Sammy loved on him. Sammy has never figured out how to ask at the door to come inside, but Charlie would cry out when she was there to alert us, taking care of her dog.

I cannot imagine not having another kitty and as painful it is to lose one, I know I'll put myself right back in these shoes as soon that next kitty finds us. Now if I can just stop crying. Again, thank you so much for the love you've shown me. I am keeping his banner.