pWdumaNjA-6CEEBhRoD5euxNETs When All This Actual Life Played Out: March 2016

28 March 2016

A crumb and a whisker

 
Ginger and Canary
Washington, D.C.
22 March 2016
 
I remember when cat cafes became a thing in Japan (I used to have to research that kind of stuff), and I loved the idea. Because why wouldn't I want to spend time in a café filled with cats?
 
So, I when I learned about Crumbs and Whiskers in D.C., I decided that I would have to visit. Because why wouldn't I want to spend time in a café filled with cats?  Anyway, last November I made a reservation and bundled the son off to C&W. It was such fun that I had to take the daughter last week.
 
The truly awesome thing about Crumbs and Whiskers (other than, you know, cats) is that all the kitties are rescues up for adoption. As of last week, 80 cats had been placed. The pretty girl in the picture above is kitten Ginger, who is a doll, and Canary is sitting in the window watching the pigeons outside. Ginger would have laid in the sun and let me rub her belly all day if three other cats hadn't shown up to request some attention. Canary also graciously requested love and accepted ear scratching and chin rubs. I would have adopted Ginger on the spot if it weren't for the fact that Milton would eat her the minute she walked in the door (she is tiny. And did I mention sweet? But Milton likes a one cat household, and at 15, I'm not going to ask him to change his mind on that).
 
Despite the D.C. Health Department, you can order a coffee or tea while you play with kitties (another establishment caters the food), but playing with the kitties is the main attraction. So we shared the sun, and gave scritches and got cat kisses (thanks, Nutella).
 
Pretty awesome.

Tech stuff: Taken with my iPhone6. Crumbs and Whiskers' site is here. Make a reservation! The place fills up fast.
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27 March 2016

From a hotel window: Williamsburg

 
Williamsburg, Virginia
25 March 2016
 
The weather veered wildly between rain and a little snow in D.C. to rain and a lot of spring in Williamsburg. Then we got back to D.C. and the cherry blossoms had just popped. Big time. They were gorgeous.

We staggered home today ("Why," asked the daughter plaintively, "do you always schedule the earliest plane out in the morning?" For the record, I didn't. That one left at 6 a.m. We didn't leave until 7 a.m.), and I had the first load of vacation laundry in the machine 5 minutes after I walked in the door. I am that efficient.
 
Also for the record, I still don't have any MRI results.

Tech stuff: Taken with my iPhone6.
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24 March 2016

In the night, in the dark

 
Capitol
Williamsburg, Virginia
23 March 2016
 
We were on one of the town ghost walks (highly amusing) and the moon came up full.
 
"Spooky," said the daughter.
 
Indeed.

Tech stuff: Taken with my iPhone6.
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23 March 2016

I dream in mazes

 
Governor's Palace gardens
Williamsburg, Virginia
23 March 2016

Tech stuff: Taken with my iPhone6.
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21 March 2016

IDK Not Trump Tho

 
Verizon Center
Washington, D.C.
21 March 2016
 
So. We were walking from the American Museum of Natural History to the National Portrait Gallery, and a motorcade goes whizzing by. In D.C., this isn't actually news, and I'm as blasé about motorcades as I am about celebrities in L.A. I mean, really. Whatever.
 
I'm not entirely sure that he would rate a motorcade, but it seemed fairly odd that shortly afterward, there was shouting and more sirens, and we peered out of the 2nd floor windows of the Portrait Gallery to see, well, this.
 
And let's face it. In D.C., protesters aren't actually news. It was the second protest we'd run into in as many days.
 
We blithely waltzed out on to 7th to get transportation back to the hotel, and there was this. Which was two separate groups yelling at each other, while apparently also protesting Trump (though one group might have been supporters? It was anyone's guess at that point. Just a lot of yelling. The D.C. police seemed as confused as we were.)

Tech stuff: Taken with my iPhone6.
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20 March 2016

A fear faced

 
Washington, D.C.
20 March 2015
 
Tech stuff: Taken with my iPhone6.
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07 March 2016

Persistence > time


Natural Bridge (with daughter for reference)
Death Valley National Park, California
24 November 2015

I was persistent. I made the hike.

MRI is Thursday. I am not hopeful. But I am persistent. Still, it all feels uphill.

Part of me was so grateful for the cool after-rain breeze on my face tonight. Part of me would like to close my eyes and never open them again.

Tech stuff: Taken with my iPhone6.
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01 March 2016

Halfling


Milton
14 August 2001

He came to me a half-kitten, half-starved, half-wild. The vet believed he was about 5 months old, so backing up the date, we decided his birthday was March 1.

It was the same date that we always celebrated his predecessor Doodle's birthday. She also came to me a half-kitten, a feral baby who was fine with people and who didn't like cold.

So he is 15 today. That's an age for a small cat.

He still likes catnip. He still revels in being chased. I still throw him (gently) over my shoulder and kiss his belly while he half-heartedly caterwauls. He mopes if I don't wrestle with him.

He dislikes the down comforter, but will still sleep with me when it's on the bed if the night is cold enough.

He is very well versed in the hours of his meals.

He will still pull all of his toys out of their storage area and leave them scattered about. He chitters at birds and screams blue murder at Olivier, who is the same age and a bit worse for wear but who will nonetheless occasionally saunter across the back porch.

Some weekend mornings, he decides I've slept long enough, and will stand on me and complain loudly until I wake up. This particularly happens on donut Sundays.

He likes donuts.

I cuddle him when he allows it, and I test and memorize the weight of him in my arms. I know he won't always be here. I murmur in his ear and brush him while he still is. He blinks at me and purrs deeply. He is sparing with his kisses (he's a guy), but a couple of nights ago, I stroked his side, and he licked the inside of my wrist. Twice.

He's been known to run the Catbox 500 after a particularly satisfying visit.

He sleeps a good deal these days, but he still chases whatever gets into the house: small lizards, the occasional earwig, the more frequent spiders. He still gets the odd wild hair and takes a flying leap sideways off a wall or the back of the sofa.

I try not to fear the inevitable. I check his breathing.

I never resist the temptation to mess with his ears.

Tech stuff: Probably taken with a Canon Powershot S110.
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