Saturday, July 10, 2010
This is Charlie. My parents and little brother are on his staff. Mother is his hot food chef and belly rubber. Bubby is his crunchy food chef and play/battle friend. Pop is not his chef, nor his servant, but he is probably Chief of Staff in Charlie's mind. Pop, the man who never cared much for cats until now, is Charlie's cat whisperer extraordinaire. Charlie follows him to the shop. Charlie winds around his feet and legs. Charlie meows at him. Charlie watches him. Charlie apparently hangs on every whisper from Stanley. . . and I get the feeling they both like it that way.
Ever since Charlie arrived and finally warmed up to his humans, Bubby has been calling Pop "The Cat Whisperer." Well, of course, Kate and James have heard this term before now, but I don't think they realized they'd ever met one in person until Granddaddy started being one. Watching Animal Planet's "Cats 101" is one thing, being a real life cat whisperer is another, you know.
They've been discussing it, too. Katie came to me with a sad face yesterday and told me about their conversation:
K: I'm going to be an animal whisperer when I grow up.
J: You can't do that. Those people don't make any money. You'll be a hobo, and I'll have to tell all my friends, "Yeah, my sister is a hobo."
Can we insert a virtual eye roll here? I sure hope her knowledge of self rubs off on him, his knowledge of practicality rubs off on her, and they both end up somewhere comfortably in the middle!
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Thursday, July 1, 2010
Angie, Angie, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
I'll tell ya how my garden grows. The weeds grow quickly, and the grass crabs it's way across the short rows that aren't easily tilled. Oh, you meant the vegetables? So far, so good, as far as there have been any results. Three, 1-2-3, count them, of the many cherry tomatoes have ripened. I hope they don't all decide to turn pretty red this weekend while the kids and I are gone, because the hubby won't give them a second thought. The stalks of the sweet corn are tasseled out, and you can see two or three ears silked out on each one. The potatoes are growing like Godzilla hybrids of some strange sort, but I haven't gotten up the nerve to dig down under a hill and see what actual progress is being made. The lettuce is supposed to be a summer hybrid that can withstand heat, and it does look pretty. . . pretty lonely, that is. I'm pretty much the only one who'll eat a green salad, so I keep forgetting to grab some lettuce at the right time. What else is there? Oh, yes, green beans are growing and growing and growing. I staked some of them early on, forgetting to check the description on the seed packet. These are bush plants, not vining ones. Of course, I still like the look of the twig teepees standing uselessly over them, so those remain. Toss in a few bell peppers that I hope make it to the ripe red stage, some cabbage that may or may not finally make full heads so late, and an assortment of regular size tomatoes, and that's it.
The good news is that part of the garden is going to have to go soon in order to make way for the driveway to the new pole building. HOORAY! I'll give up that southwest corner, no problem. I'll just till a little farther north and east next spring. . . that is if I have any gardening inclinations left once I have my torch set up in the corner of the new shed. Goodgawdglass, here I come. . . it'll be August before the building is done, and who knows how long after that before it has electricity and I have walls enclosing my section at the end, but IT'S IN SIGHT :-) Yeah, who gives a rip about the poor garden anymore, huh? Heehee, I guess I do, I really do because I'm waiting for lots of corn and tomatoes. I'm just happy as snot about the reason I'm going to have to change the garden boundaries!