wyatt had his surgery on monday and he’s recovering well. the first couple of days were nerve-wracking mostly because his head looked so bad, but he’s looking better by the day and is out of the cone more than he’s in it. i was afraid he would get into excessive grooming and rip out his stitches, but thankfully he hasn’t. when i can’t supervise him properly i make him wear his padded necklace.
he officially has 1 shorter rounded mouse ear now. 1 mouse + 1 cat. it’s terribly cute. this is me looking on the bright side. if you didn’t know, white cats are very prone to sun damage, especially on their ears and temples. once he’s fully recovered and going outside again he’ll be inside from 10-4 – the worst hours for sun exposure. the indoor restriction is agonizing. he’s meowing constantly and begging to escape into the wilds of the front yard. when he goes down for a nap no one is more relieved than me!
while he’s staring outside he has a view of the new oriole feeder.
and the new hummingbird feeder. jumbo sized so i don’t have to refill it 2x/week. my hungry oriole friends were going for joy rides on the old glass feeder and it kerplunked to the ground a few weeks back.
they can’t swing on the new one so nothing gets dumped. i rejoice in small victories! i thrill at each landing!
they could care less about the oriole feeder. don’t their oriole minds know the difference or that they could sit on perches fit for kings on the orange feeder or that i got it on special delivery from amazon dot come just for them? squeal! humph.
lunch + scraps
my travel journal just returned from a round trip journey from the workbench to the trashcan.
i gathered the book-making elves that live in my head and we got to work reconnoitering. problem-solving. trouble-shooting. having hissy fits. now we’re all better. never underestimate the value of a good cursing session on the outcome of a future sketchbook travel journal. just don’t.
shite happens. we go on. and on and on and on.
i pulled out my swedish placemat in anticipation of my trip to stockholm. in the late afternoon i stare at the yellow brick road of it imagine carol & i skipping through the swedish streets and riding through the glorious archipelago with ingrid who’s meeting up with us for a few days. oh the jolts of joy one can experience pre-travel are so good. ya know?
we’re taking our gouache with us and we’re going to come home with little books full of kooky paintings.
i started a book thanks to YOU, missus nancy frisch. before the fall by neal hawley. love tumbling into bed with it for my nightly read.
another thing that i devoured today was THIS article. i love reading thoughtful pieces on how social media is altering the fabric of our lives. i’m just gonna stick to “old-fashioned” blogging. it’s where i’m happiest in the vast social media milieu.
thanks for stopping by. keep me posted on your summer loves & travels.
see you soon!