We don’t tend to get very much sunshine here in winter, but when some does peek through the clouds, it sometimes does wonderful things to my various and sundry doodads. Here it is making my already awesome dragon magnificent:
Yes, that’s amethyst it’s glued to. One day, when it’s freshly washed, I’ll even show you it better. For now, enjoy the sharpness of its shadow.
This is one of my favorite things ever in my life. I splurged on it in an airport back when I was a teenager. I could afford it only because it’s missing gems on one of its wings. I didn’t care: it was the most excellent dragon I’d ever seen, and it has been in my room ever since, no matter where I’ve lived, reminding me of the epic worlds humans can create.
I’ve got dragons to manage this weekend. I won’t say slain, cuz I like dragons and don’t think they deserve to die. But they stand for hard work and difficult tasks well enough, so that’s me: dragon manager. I’ve got a maclargehuge book about creationists I’m reading, lotsa posts I’m trying to get finished, and an article to pitch. Also, speaking of sunshine, we’re in for a rare bit, so B and I are going to try to get up to the top of Lord Hill so we can get you some astounding pictures of snow-capped mountains. Like, almost all of them. You can see both the Olympics and the Cascades from up there. This could go very badly for me, as most of my time at home doesn’t involve exercise, but being a cat mattress.
It’s winter. She thinks she’s freezing. So the only exercise I get these days is when I pester her into attacking me. She’s a very unhappy kiddo if she doesn’t get a battle at least once or twice a week, so pestering is part of my job description. It’s a dangerous task. She’s still pretty fast for a twenty year-old.
What’s keeping you occupied this weekend, my darlings? Any interesting dragons to manage or cats to serve/annoy?
The physics of light at work. Like magic!
Do you still have a hand after pulling the tail of the dragon like that?
Dragons? Nah, just adventures in geezerdom. My day included a follow-up appointment after laser surgery to correct a weak spot in my retina, followed by a visit to the audiologist, confirming that I do indeed need hearing aids. These interventions will insure that I will continue to be able to see and hear those damn kids on my lawn.
I have some calligraphy above my computer. It reads: “Every day the knight goes out to fight the dragon. And sometimes the dragon wins.”
Today the wife and I finished our Christmas shopping. Then we treated ourselves to lunch. The BBQ ribs and grilled zucchini were good, the green beans, while crisp, were almost flavorless. Then we went home and put up the Christmas tree. I made borscht for supper.
Damn, there goes all that peace and quiet.
The cats. Oh, the cats. OriginalCat gave me heart palpitations, as he went outside Friday night (ignoring the high winds and the weatherwatch storm warnings) and stayed outside until late Saturday night, despite several attempts to convince him to come back inside. KittenCat, meanwhile, has decided that my typing arms are suitable wrestling opponents when she’s lying in my lap and I’m trying to type. It’s hard to do, with a clawful and teething KittenCat attached to your wrists.
And then there was work and christmas spice cookies.
Okay, I have to say it.
Misha is side-eyeing you SO hard there. :)
Ja! Long years of practice mean I know exactly how much I can get away with before homicide happens.
LOL. Should I keep an eye out for a respectable cane for you to shake at them? ;-)
They had a cartoon with that phrase hanging up at the FBI profiling unit, too. All too true!
ZOMG, just wait until she’s older! The biting (may) stop, but watch her pull a Misha and decide to lay on your arms while you’re typing! Cute, but really REALLY difficult to work through…
That’s her thing. She’s got all sorts of eyes down to an art: side, evil, you’re-about-to-die….
I hope she stops, especially if our cat population doubles (as possibly expected). Perhaps if she inherits a cat similar to her in age but far more willing to play than OriginalCat, she can use me merely as a sleeping pad (which I don’t mind) and do the scratchy bitey stuff with her fellow feline.
It’ll probably all work out backwards, though.