When William came in to wake us up, we were already awake and delighted to see that the best place to view it from was the french doors in our bedroom. We raised the blinds, pulled back the curtains, pushed our bed over in front of the doors and climbed right back into bed to watch the show. William was stretched out at the bottom of the bed with his fuzzy blanket and a pillow,
I had to wake William up 3 or 4 times to see the changes. He couldn't keep his eyes open. He mumbled, "That's neat..." and buried his face in his pillow once again. I woke him one more time when the moon was orange and glowing and then Tim herded him back to bed.
I wasn't even sure if he'd remember anything about it this morning, but he did.
It has been a strange couple of days here.
When William came over Friday night, he was so pleased about Mangey. He named him 'Ash' and spent an evening playing with him. Like any cat, Ash is very intrigued by the 'red dot' and like any kid, William enjoys flashing the laser around and watching the cat pounce. Hours of entertainment. He fed the cat and took pictures of him to send to people. The next morning he got up and fed the cat breakfast.
Haven't seen that cat since.
Where he's gone is a mystery, but cats are mysterious creatures.
Another mystery. I was cleaning the bathroom and going through stuff, cleaning out drawers, throwing old mascaras away, organizing the fingernail clippers back in their box, gathering all the tweezers I never can find back together to get misplaced all over again. Anways, I opened a drawer and found a black hairdryer.
I looked at my black hairdryer hanging on the wall and I looked at the one in my hand. I had a hairdryer burn out on me over the summer. I gingerly plugged this one in. Nope it worked just fine. Did I buy another and forget? Did someone leave it behind? We don't get a lot of overnight guests, really. I have a hair dryer at camp...did I accidently bring it home? (Answer to that: Nope. It is still there.)
I have no idea. Another mystery.
The final mystery really irks me. I have a coffee mug. It is big and it is orange and it fits my hand just perfectly. Ticks all the boxes. I drink one cup of coffee (albeit a big one) a day and this is my go-to mug. Now my morning rut seldom varies. I get up, take a detour to the bathroom to brush my teeth, etc. and then I head to the kitchen for my coffee maker and brew my morning cappuccino. Once that cup is made, I head for the office and the computer to see what everyone is up to. If Tim is on the computer, I sit at the kitchen table with my tablet. Sometimes, I sip my coffee while getting ready for my day, so it might be on the bathroom counter. Occasionally it winds up sitting on the newel post because I was walking from one room to another and got distracted by something and never got back to it. But every day, I gather it up and it gets washed. It goes in the dish drainer. Sometimes it even makes it from the drainer back into the cupboard. (I know, I know. Sometimes I even amaze myself,)
But I got up and reached for my orange cup. It was not in the cupboard. No surprise. I began putting away the dishes in the dish drainer. The cup was not there. I went to the office. I looked at the steamer trunk that serves as an endtable in our livingroom. I looked on the bathroom counter. Not there.
Long story short, I've looked
everywhere .obviously not everywhere or I'd have found the blasted thing, but I looked a LOT, I'm telling you. I was working with my plants...did I set it down for a minute? Tim and I had moved a cedar chest that needed to be repacked. Did I take it upstairs? Laundry? Surely I wouldn't have taken my cup to the basement because I would have been carrying the clothes down, but I looked anyway. (My logic was right.) William and I had given the mudroom a good cleaning, but it was not out here either.
I still have not found my orange mug, and that is the unsolved mystery that bugs me most of all, mostly because my mind cannot deal with that kind of nonsense before I've had my morning coffee. But after diligent investigation, I believe that the cat absconded with my mug. I still can't explain the hairdryer.