Our temperatures are finally back to more normal numbers... it was beautiful today, nice and warm and sunny, but now it's raining... it's still warm outside, so we'll forgive the weather gods for the wet stuff. And how could I complain anyway.... the residents of Buffalo, NY are drowning in snow up there.... five or six feet of snow, which I can't even imagine.
Pumpkin Kitty continues to visit our porch, but not on a regular basis. I have no idea where that cat goes when he's not here. He's still playing hard-to-get, just letting us pet his orange and white head once or twice a week, then he's off to parts unknown. With the cold weather we've had, I fixed up two warm beds for that cat, only one of which was chosen by his Royal Orangeness. That cat definitely doesn't like any sort of warm bed that resembles a box, leading me once again to believe that he has been trapped in a box before and then re-located, probably right close to our road or not far from it... and that's how he got here in the first place. So, no matter how warm and cozy that box on the back porch is, Pumpkin Kitty is just not going near it. He simply prefers the warm blankets I have put out on the chaise lounge. He curls up in those, paws himself into a soft spot, and goes to sleep. And Sweet Pea watches him from the windows of the TV room.
Our live-in handyman will be moving into the barn apartment soon.... before the end of this month. We've already asked him if he'd like to have Thanksgiving dinner with us, and if he doesn't go into Houston to visit his daughter, he'll be having dinner with us here, along with a few other friends on our road. It was too cold this past weekend for M to come here to do any outside work, and we've already told him to use this weekend coming up to move more of his belongings into the barn rooms. After he's unpacked and settled, then we'll come up with some sort of work schedule for him.
Thanksgiving is literally around the corner now.... I spent most of this afternoon getting groceries, and my husband is picking up specialty items in Houston. There are just some things we can't get at the stores here, like just-caught seafood, which we always bought at the fish markets on the bay coast in Clear Lake.
Gobble, gobble... seven more days till turkey day. And the one thing about Thanksgiving that I don't like is cooking that silly bird. If it were up to me, I'd be serving salmon or lobster or crabcakes for Thanksgiving dinner. But I guess the Pilgrims wouldn't approve of that menu....
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