Winter Weekends

When it’s chilly and gloomy, I find it hard to be motivated to go out and do anything, so our weekends are generally not all that exciting. Saturday involved shopping, schoolwork, cleaning, and eating. Oh the eating. :p

First up: Blueberry pancakes and bacon. Is there anything better than fresh blueberries? I think not. I should pick up some more while they’re on sale.

Lunch: Homemade Guacamole – This turned out awesome, and I will never buy store bought again!

And then greasy, wonderful pizza for dinner, with beer in frosty mugs.

And then we finished the night up with Dead Rising 2 (or rather Josh did and I watched while squirming and directing him on how to play). 😉

Work and Uzi

Uzi, being the interesting cat that he is, does not always make getting work done easy. It’s almost guaranteed that the moment you sit down to really get something done, he will find a way to get your attention.

It’s apparent that I need a somewhat larger desk.

Oh wait!  Maybe Josh has room and will pay attention!

And back and forth we go, until the perfect spot can be found.

Let’s try Josh one more time… maybe we can purr the grumpy look off his face.

Poetry a la cat

Because if it wasn’t for Josh I might have ended up a crazy cat lady. 😉

Black Cat by Rainer Maria Rilke

A ghost, though invisible, still is like a place
your sight can knock on, echoing; but here
within this thick black pelt, your strongest gaze
will be absorbed and utterly disappear:

just as a raving madman, when nothing else
can ease him, charges into his dark night
howling, pounds on the padded wall, and feels
the rage being taken in and pacified.

She seems to hide all looks that have ever fallen
into her, so that, like an audience,
she can look them over, menacing and sullen,
and curl to sleep with them. But all at once

as if awakened, she turns her face to yours;
and with a shock, you see yourself, tiny,
inside the golden amber of her eyeballs
suspended, like a prehistoric fly.

To A Cat by Jorge Luis Borges

Mirrors are not more silent
nor the creeping dawn more secretive;
in the moonlight, you are that panther
we catch sight of from afar.
By the inexplicable workings of a divine law,
we look for you in vain;
More remote, even, than the Ganges or the setting sun,
yours is the solitude, yours the secret.
Your haunch allows the lingering
caress of my hand. You have accepted,
since that long forgotten past,
the love of the distrustful hand.
You belong to another time. You are lord
of a place bounded like a dream.


Walk down memory lane…

It’s funny, how looking back there are huge gaps in my life where there are no photos – either I didn’t take any (though I had a camera) or they are lost somewhere. Then there are the years when I was younger where maybe my parents just didn’t take any pictures. I’ve gotten better about taking pictures more frequently, but want to be even more diligent. There are so many photos that I wish existed, and now I’m determined not to miss any future moments. I’m terribly sad I can’t see pictures of Josh during his awkward years (which he assures me is a good thing), and even though our kids might hate us at the time, I want to be sure all of the years are captured.

All of this reminds me I have a package full of old pictures to scan that my mom mailed me that we were originally going to use at our wedding, but let’s face it – we got busy, so it’ll be fun to go through and scan some photos. Here are a few older ones – from when I was little. Doesn’t my mom have a pretty smile?