This morning GMoey and Baxter are sitting together on the back of the couch viewing the sights of the front yard and road. It is a peaceful existence, for now. The quiet and stately GMoey confident in his authority and subdued personality and Baxter hyper, messing with stuff and coming back to his perch next to the one in charge, GMoey. Baxter has been challenging him the past few weeks but GMoey takes care of him quickly and quietly. Baxter retreats for another day but in the meantime he takes his frustrations out on his brother Buster. It wasn't that long ago that GMoey asserted his dominance over Mr Mo, I wonder if Mr Mo regrets all his aggressive playing when they were kittens, and Willie. Willie just like playing and getting on Mr Mo and GMoey's nerves. Not to worry, GMoey let him get the sillies out and then smacked Willie. GMoey is the alpha cat...the rest are wanna-bes.
We had the most beautiful sunrise yesterday. Oh my, everything outside bathed in a pinkish/golden tone. Everything from the trees, the skies and the fields were touched and for these brief moments immersed in the magical shimmer. God must have made that sunrise beautiful everywhere. Local and across the country people share those golden tones. The trees in our backyard shimmered but I wasn't fast enough to catch a picture. After the sunrise it clouded up and we got some rain. We needed the rain.
All of the sudden just like back in the day clothes washing instructions are complicated. When manufactures of dresses and such weren't too sure about their clothes and the wear and tear of daily wearing they put dry clean only tags on everything. I returned a flannel shirt to Nordstrom because it said to dry clean it. What??? Now all the instructions are handwash and lay flat to dry. There are not enough flat spaces in this house to do that. That's the reason there are handwash cycles on washing machines now. Use that and hang to dry. So far so good. Even if there were enough flat places in the house, our six kitties would think the items were their new bed.
It is 35 degrees this fine Tuesday morning. Roy turned on the heater downstairs this morning, our first of this season. I am also wearing the flannel jammies for the first time this season. That Roy, he is a lucky man. It keeps me from stealing the covers and that is what it is all about now.
In Houston you could hear some of the best conversations at Buffalo Grill. The business deals, social gossip and everything in-between. While reading a book while eating breakfast, I heard about the soon to be fired from companies and a minister, why he chose such a vocal place, telling staff members his struggles staying faithful to his wife. If you are thinking about the Buffalo Grill on Woodway, the pastor was not from the huge sister church in the area. I only knew this guy was a minister cause he spoke at one of our church staff retreats...some of this came through in his aside comments then. Now, if I am going to hear anything it is at the Publix. People standing around visiting in the produce section or over by the bread and yogurt. Two of the busiest parts of the store. So while there aren't business news flashes there, there is a lot of family business discussed. So, these two ladies talked about the upcoming holidays with the extended family. The story and worries of Thanksgiving was a cliff-hanger. Granted these women were older but maybe younger than me. So, her older brother and younger sister and their families are coming in for the holidays and the political spectrum of these two siblings is at opposite ends. The younger sister fights against invisible foes and causes. They're not hers in reality but she joins in with the rhetoric of the cause. Loved that the friend, now named lady #2 for this post, reminded her friend, lady #1, when the younger sister took up a cause, wanted family and friends to donate to it but the younger sister never gave to these causes personally, Hey, aren't Instagram and FB posts enough? Uh that is my commentary. I looked at disgusting brussel sprouts to hear the rest of the convo. The brother is described as a chunky bantam rooster type. Knows everything, doesn't give any time to discussion, and a hot head. He sounded like a real likeable guy, a scared mousy wife comes along with children with bad posture. Hopefully, there will be a peaceful Thanksgiving, but somehow I doubt it for them. I headed over to the coffee aisle thinking about those two ladies visiting together in the store. There are probably hundreds more. A conversation that lasted a minute or two can say a lot.
I have given up wearing a bandage over the incision made on my neck Tuesday. Sometime along the way, I have developed a reaction to bandage adhesive. Now to find someone who will help with removing the stiches next week. She gave me a kit and Roy refuses to do it. Ugh!
The good news this week is this, our road is opened to traffic. I know the detour route people are happy not to have so much traffic. The volume both in numbers and noise has increased for us. Big trucks keep on turning...but it is okay, it is a shorter drive without so many twists and turns.
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