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   Mar 30

Hail to Thee

Hail in the garden, 7 am It was wild and stormy last night. It rained so hard that it woke me up a few times. I lay there listening to the storm rage, wondering why James never cut down the trees which are just a few feet from the house. If one of them gets […]

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   Mar 29

Cat Chat

View from the porch today The forecast this week is for cold and rain, and I have learned the chilly way that temperatures in Hooterville are approximately ten degrees lower than they are in the balmy Bay Area. Henry Etta and I have stayed close to the heater today, she retreating to the depths of […]

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   Mar 25

Henry Etta Update

Like girl, like cat: Henry Etta also fell off the sleeping loft, and also landed on her side. I was surprised that she didn’t shatter into a million pieces, since she’s practically made of glass, but she was unharmed and unperturbed. Unlike Self, the reason for her unorthodox descent from the penthouse was not lack […]

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   Mar 16

Getting Warmer

I got up at 7 this morning after dreaming I had an apartment right next door to San Quentin. It was 40 degrees this morning, so all around, it was an improvement. Henry Etta, however, did not seem to find it all that warm. She was nestled so far back in her cozy bed that […]

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   Mar 15

Outside

Blurry picture of Henry taken through the sliding glass doors this afternoon Day Four of getting up at 6 (or earlier). I think this officially qualifies as a bad habit now. And speaking of bad: the bad habit of Daylight Savings Time means it’s dark and even more depressing at that benighted hour. As I […]

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   Mar 12

This Is Your Wake-Up Call

Lookin’ out my front door Rain pounding on the curved roof/wall woke me up at 6:00 this morning. Since we haven’t yet been subjected to the absurdity of daylight savings time, it’s light-ish out. Light enough for me to turn off the mountain lion deterring outside lights, anyway. Returning to bed, Audrey was curled up […]

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   Mar 03

Dream

I woke up with a headache this morning. I’m not sure if it was the nearly sleepless night or the endless allergies or an unlovely combo platter of the two, but when I wake up with a headache, it’s usually my close companion for the rest of the day. Thoughts of Advil danced in my […]

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   Feb 21

Out

We had a power outage yesterday evening. Megan was at my house, and we were making dinner from the Book of Dad*. I went to grudgingly throw my green bin contents into the woods (I still think it’s gross and will attract an undesirable animal element, but apparently it makes me a better person and […]

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   Feb 20

The Cat Report

Perfectly innocent So are the cats of our lives… On Thursday night, I made yet another unnecessarily elaborate dinner at my sister’s house. My sis happens to have a much better equipped cuisine than I do, even though she – if you can believe this – has even less counter space. In fact, my very […]

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   Feb 14

Crush

I do too fit! Last night, Megan and I had a girls’ night in. Schatzi came, too, sporting a cute new collar* which unfortunately doesn’t really show up in this picture. Also it kind of gives her demon eyes, but it was so funny I had to post it anyway. After a couple of glasses […]

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   Feb 09

Changes

Every morning, I make coffee and then clean up the cat barf. It’s quite the glamorous life. Maybe part of the reason Henry Etta is so tiny is that she pukes so much. Is bulimia popular among neurotic cats of a certain age? Feeding the cats has changed quite a bit since we moved. June […]

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   Feb 02

Rescued

Henry Etta gets comfortable On the Sunday Megan and I wallowed in “Gone with the Wind”, we noticed that all was not well with Henry Etta. Though she’s always had a stumbling, arthritic walk, this was really bad. Henry dragged her back leg behind her when she walked, and you would be surprised by the […]

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   Jan 31

Return

Dazzled with glittery splendidness, I headed to 19th Avenue to start the trip home. As I sped through the retro tunnel on Park Presidio, I tried (and failed) to remember the last time I had approached the Golden Gate Bridge this way. It was fun to take a different route, though it was sad to […]

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   Jan 22

Dinner

Exhibit A Thursday night is my turn to make dinner. Megan finishes her three, 12 hour night shifts on Thursday morning, so she’s too tired to dream up or whip up dinner. I have to say I’m really glad to take that small burden from her. I usually start thinking about what to make on […]

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   Jan 20

Silent

Good morning! Silence. I woke up at 5:30 yesterday morning. Not because of the Audrometer, who was adorably cuddled up to her big sister June, but because of the silence. And darkness. Yes, the depths of the country are pitch-black at night, and almost oppressively silent, but I still sport my Marilyn Monroe sleep mask […]

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   Jan 15

Preying

The Audrometer failed to go off this morning. It was confusing to wake up in daylight, at the civilized hour of 8:30, without the usual 4:30 wake-up call. June followed me downstairs, and Henry Etta was peacefully ensconced in her nest on the couch (until I put up the heat and she abandoned the couch […]

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   Jan 11

Doorman

Whoever set the Audrometer to go off at 4:30 – enough already! This seems to be her favorite time to get up in the morning, even though it’s pitch black out and makes me really crabby. Now I don’t even bother to put on my glasses. I just lurch out of bed, open the door, […]

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   Jan 10

Soiree

In the night garden On Friday night, Megan made her famous Chicken Makhani (Indian butter chicken) and naan (finally using the pizza stone). If you want Indian food up here, you have to make it yourself, and Megan has it down pat. I helped her as best I could, but I mostly got in the […]

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   Jan 05

Catchall

Sunny June Like girl, like cat: I was doing the dishes when I heard a thud. I turned around and saw that June had fallen off the sleeping loft and landed on the floor with a thud. Unlike Me, she didn’t break the floor or her ribs. She sat up, looking a little surprised, and […]

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   Dec 17

Startled

When Henrietta was still living in the backyard in Oakland (I wonder if she still remembers that?), I used to always call out “Goodnight, Henry!” when I closed and locked* the back door for the night. Now I put an old duvet on the couch and make it into a little nest for her at […]

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