What Showed Up Today

Well, I thought I was feeling a lack of motivation yesterday, but I guess that only applied to the office job. I was quite productive other than that. And as I drifted off, I thought "Boy! Think what I can get done tomorrow!"

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Turns out, not as much. I've been to yoga, and the bookstore. I found this at the bookstore:

I was idly reading it at the register, & just after those bad kittens get dirty & loose their clothes, this is what their mother does:

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Can you read that? "She pulled them off the wall, smacked them, and took them back to the house."

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The smacking was even illustrated. Well, for three bucks, I had to have that book - how could I not? I'm debating having those pages matted & framed. (For my room, not Am's.) (I also like that Mrs. Tabitha doesn't appear to be enjoying the smacking - this is just one more chore to be done before her friends come over for tea. I imagine she looks a bit the same beating rugs.)

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I forgot to get groceries,but I did get the mail. And in the heaping piles of blah, mundane mail, I found this:

(Note heaping piles of blah mundane mail in background.)

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Guess what it is & where it's from?

(Hint:)

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Yes, our very own postcard from Ethiopia. Hand painted imagery of Shadrach, Meshach, & Abednigo, with Angel, on goatskin.* Have you ever received a goatskin postcard? I felt very special, & a little like washing my hands &mentally apologizing to all the postal workers who are weekend animal rights activists & unknowingly touched that. (There had to be at least one, eh?)

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Then I had lunch, then a nap. I woke up because Kitten was valiantly defending the basement window from a neighbourhood cat. The fight was quite raucous, despite the panes of glass, as the outside contestant was launching off a swinging chair that kept banging into the house, & Kitten's corner was actually behind A's toy organizer, so it was banging & bonging too. Poor Kitten. He's trying to be a good cat, and he's really improved, except that he still insists on chewing large holes into our good furniture. I'm torn between sending him back (an actual option for this cat, unlike with children), and just wincing, & hoping he doesn't go after the new loveseat.

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(Actual scene of couch violence. He's chewed through the fabric & stuffing, right down to the wood. Which he also gnawed on. And yes, we've tried many, many deterrents, none of which work. This cat is the most stubborn thing I've ever met. He's Manx crossed with Siamese.)

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I'm also torn between sewing & trying to rescue my room from the mess it's becoming - I keep pulling non-pregnancy compatible clothing into piles, and really, we're getting a little swamped. But I'd rather sew. So instead, I am blogging. A reasonable compromise, no?

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All right, I'm going to go & carry on with something.

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*S____, I know that sentence is a little goofy, but I like the mental image of the three brothers & the angel all lolling about on goatskin pillows. I almost like it better than the bible story, with the furnace & the faith & all. I bet the lollers had iced pomegranates & chilled fruit slushes to drink. (Also, spellcheck makes them into Messiah, Matriarch, & Abidingly.)