As I type, the contractor is putting the finishing touches on the gazebo... the roof is complete, the trim is up, and he's painting the railings, posts, and spindles. With any luck (and if he can stay off his cell phone for a while) he'll be finished today. The gazebo looks great, even better than it did before with the old shingled roof.
The orange cat..... L's suggestion about using a water spray-bottle has been working wonders with that cat. I've been spraying the water not on the cat, but just in front of him, and that keeps him away from my legs when I go out into the yard. I've been scratched (and bitten) by that stupid cat so I've been trying everything to keep him at a distance. I still refuse to give him a real name... and I'd still give anything to have him caught and taken to the shelter. No matter how I try with this stray cat, I just don't feel as if I can fully trust him.
I've been picking pecans for days and days now.... and yesterday was just a perfect weather day... when I was out there under the trees, I thought of our dog Gracie.... she used to watch us pick pecans when we first moved here. Every time there's an exceptionally clear and warm day outside (not broiling hot and not humid) we think of Gracie and wonder if her spirit is still on the property with us. This week's clear and perfect weather was Gracie's favorite sort of day for just walking around the yard. I was really missing that dog yesterday, and I caught myself talking to her as I picked those pecans. Sometimes it feels as if she's right next to me.... and I could just kick myself for all those times I used to tell her "Gracie! We've got 23 acres here and you're always right under my feet!!"
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