Skeeter finally found the secret opening into the construction space and then she stood behind the plastic meowing at us while we ate our dinner.
Wouldn’t it be nice to have a space online to keep a little diary, out of the hands of billionaires? It’s been a while but I’m ready to write here again even if I’m the only person who looks at it.
Here’s Girlie, one of our local stray cats, viewed from the porch behind the mess of our late summer garden. This is just after she tried to run up our young hackberry tree after a bunch of sparrows, because Girlie isn’t exactly clever about what’s worth her efforts.
It’s not a good idea to leave fabric piled in a printmaking studio drying rack, otherwise this could happen: