Thursday

 Well. Life is sure a mixed bag, isn't it?

It has been a warm week and the snow is melting off rapidly. 

For Christmas, my daughter-in-law sent me a bag of daffodil bulbs. I set them outside in a snow bank, with the idea to let them winter for a couple months, and then bring them inside to make an early spring for myself. Probably makes everyone in the UK laugh. Seems like you had daffodils within a month of Christmas. They are not something we see until well into March. 

Anyway, the snow melted off enough that I finally saw those bulbs again, so I went to the greenhouse and got four large terracotta pots, scooped some gravel in the bottom, filled them with potting soil, and planted six bulbs in each pot.

It was nice working in the sun. A 50 degree day. Possum wound around my legs, and tolerated some petting. 

I wonder what cats know. Yesterday, my sister messaged me that a cat had been killed on the road. It was pouring rain, but by the time we got there, something had made away with it. The circle of life and all of that. Tim had heard the bald eagle screaming from that direction, but it just as easily could have been a fox or a coyote. Although I did not see him, my guess would be that it was Dusty. He was not around at dinnertime.

So, I petted Possum, and wondered what she knew. Maybe nothing. Maybe I just have a fanciful imagination.

So now we are down to two ferals, from the original 12. Five went to new homes. You can only help a cat (or a person, for that matter) as much as they will allow you to.

Once my planting was done, I set the bag of bulbs against the house foundation. Once the snow melts off, I will plant them along side the northern side of the house.

I invited Possum inside. She politely declined my invitation.

So I cleaned the kitchen. Cleared the counters, oiled the butcher block and cutting boards. scrubbed the tile. Polished the  stainless. Replaced everything slightly rearranged. 

The wind picked up and I opened doors and a couple windows as I worked, vacuuming, tidying, sorting. It felt like spring.

Andrew, the man formerly known as 'Prince' is arrested. I hope he comes to the realization that it is never too late to begin to behave with honor. The best thing he could do for this world is spill it. All of it. Names. Details. Tell the story. 

I think the whole world will feel better once we know. No matter how awful, we can deal with the criminals and move on. 

My niece posted today. She says that anyone who discusses sexuality with a first grader is a pedophile. Three observations. The first: my granddaughters know about their bodies, proper terminology. Age appropriate. Their mother is a nurse. Second observation: it is not part of any school curriculum. Third observation: trumpers have zero right to call anyone a pedophile.

That's it really.