A couple of weeks ago, after a few months of discussion, Joe and I decided it was time to get a pet. So, one Saturday we drove to the SPCA to pick out a cat. I had it all worked out in my head, we’d choose one cat that was a couple years old, and was sweet. Older cats tend to get passed over for kittens but in my experience, older cats are better. Well, we show up and see only kittens. Apparently it is kitten season and that is all that was around for the foreseeable future. After looking at all the kittens, we see one beautiful white and grey kitten and ask to play with him, just to get a sense of his personality. Well, he had a sister, so they offer to put her in with him while we and the kids get acquainted. How can you say no? After 30 minutes of play we were sold, on both kittens! I grew up with plenty of pets so this wasn’t an issue for me, but what really hooked us was that they were brother and sister. How fitting for our little family. So welcome, Josie and Charlie, the two newest forms of chaos to enter the M household!
Two weeks ago I also happened to break my pinky toe on a little learner’s tower that we got for the kids. I was walking by, and the little leg buffers were sticking out and my clumsy self slammed my toe right into it. I hit the floor, briefly, then stumbled around the house for the rest of the day. This was the day before we got the kittens. I’m pretty sure it’s still recovering, since when I put on my much needed snow boots today this poor little toe, which I’ve broken twice before, protests in pain. This too shall pass, right?
The past week or so we have started to get our first real taste of winter with the temps dropping into the twenties and teens at night and snow falling outside our house. It never get’s old the subtle quietness that descends upon an area just after it snows. Trees glisten, roads look impassable to me, and it instills in me a need for baking and coffee drinking the likes of which all other times of year can never seem to replicate. I wouldn’t call myself a lover of snow, I hate driving in it, shoveling it, and preparing two little children to go play in it is torture for sure. Despite my lukewarm feelings for snow during the majority of the season, the first snowfall always holds a special place in my heart, every new wintry season.
Before this amazing snowfall started, and somewhere between painting, child raising and sleeping, Joe and I manged to prepare the garden for next year. It was a little nerve wrecking at first, to decide to turn our front lawn into a garden filled with raised beds, blue berry bushes and mulch, but it sure beats 8 ft high juniper bushes, so I’ll take it for a win at the moment. Besides, in our neighborhood, the front lawn gets the best sunlight. Take a look at what we did:
Finding the time to read a book has been challenging, and the energy at the end of the day to read has been even more scarce than the time available to do it, lately. Usually, I am struggling to find that energy to fold the mounds of laundry that have magically appeared or to sweep the floor for the fourth time that day. However, in the absence of reading, I find just how much I miss it. I miss getting lost in a magical realm or a historically accurate town with complex characters roaming the streets. I really enjoy getting that chance to sit down, and flip the pages in a book, for hours. Now if I could only be so lucky these days, but who knows it may happen! What about you, do you like reading, and what do you read?
So finally, yes, the renovations live on in the M house! Check out some of the progress we’ve made in our kitchen over the past four months and the only thing we didn’t do ourselves was drywall and electrical. Numbers 11 & 10 (the end result) and number 1 (the beginning). Enjoy!!: