You know what? It takes an awful lot of time to wrap parcels for the mail. Maybe it would have gone faster if I had just plopped stuff in boxes, but I was trying to keep the weight down, so I wrapped things in kraft paper. That, and taking them to the post office used up the better part of the afternoon. Felicity and Fergus had advised me that I had better not even think about returning home without food for them. So I hiked down to Petco to get them their “age-defying” food.
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| Polka dots begging for rick-rack |
They were quite happy and expectant when I returned and are now back to defying their ages once again. It makes me feel old having cats who are age-defying. Fergus is not quite 11, but I am not feeding them 2 different formulas. I figure it makes up for the extra time Felicity was on regular adult waiting for Fergus to be old enough for “active longevity” at 7 years.
I cut out a pair of pajamas for myself today. This pink and green polka dot fabric has been calling out to me. I didn’t finish them, but it won’t take long in the morning. I will have to post a picture when I finish. I think I hear rick-rack calling.
As I went to write this post, I read that Christopher Hitchens died tonight. It’s an odd coincidence because I had been on the phone with a friend for hours talking about god-knows-what. The discussion ended on him because her father had survived the same cancer diagnosis. Her dad is still alive and kicking 10+ years after his treatment. She seemed to think Hitchens might have the same luck. I had hoped he might because he has 3 kids who are pretty young. I just hate it when parents die while their kids are still children. We had that in my family and it really sucked.
I am grateful I got to know Hitchens’ writing while he was alive. He was brilliant, articulate and belligerent. I relate.
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