Breakfast at Tiffany's

Don't look for them in the morning: they're at the cafeteria.

Cat Days

... and whiskers on kittens

So I am still on vacation. And although the magic and fairy dust of when I've got the house to myself are no longer there, my days still go smoothly enough. My loved ones are so glad to be back they've stopped bickering so at least there are no conflicts for now.
I've ordered dozens of things online and I love the feeling of waiting to see what the mail will bring me each day.
"Brown paper packages, tied up with strings, these are a few of my favorite things!"

Good times

Here is a photo of July 8. The quality is terrible, and you can't see it's pouring down rain. But it captures a moment of sheer exhilaration. May they be more frequent in my life.

Wake-up

Alas, alas... I was supposed to have another 4 days of blessed loneliness. The 2 people I live with (yeah, my loved ones) are by the sea. But they are fighting, by the sea. So they have decided to come home. No doubt to fight home, instead. There goes my peace, shattered. There goes the serenity, the absence of tension and conflict, the intense happiness of the recent days. I was counting on those 4 more days. I'm bitterly disappointed. I will take the inevitable. But for now, allow me to be just bitterly disappointed.

The tomato-eating Cat

There was this tomato on the counter, just minding its own business. Along came Elune. She licked the tomato, and then... started eating it!
Have you ever seen a cat start eating a tomato, not cut in biteable pieces but whole? What kind of weirdo do I have??


As you can see, I was so mesmerized I never thought of shooing her off. Thus was the tomato violated.


Then it was rush hour.

Enjoy the Silence

Les gens heureux n'ont pas d'histoire... my days are flowing seamlessly. Tomorrow I leave for 4 blessed days by the sea, in Rockport, Massachussetts, like every other year. My shot of ocean, taken not intravenously but through my eyes, and ears, and nose and skin...

Here at home, I cannot convey the peace. I am completely alone human-wise, no calls, hardly an email. I have no schedule and all the time in the world to do the few things I have to do each day. I cook a lot and don't mind it because it becomes an activity in itself and not something bothersome to get out of the way. I talk to the cats. They talk back. There is no noise, no stress, no voice raised, no demand, no mess. The house is clean, pretty and serene. I am free as a kite, I answer to no one, I feel no pressure. Words fail me.