I realized this morning that when my cat paws at the bedsheet, he’s not trying to climb under the covers and snuggle with me.
Nope, he’s trying to pull down the sheet so I’ll get out of bed.
I realized this morning that when my cat paws at the bedsheet, he’s not trying to climb under the covers and snuggle with me.
Nope, he’s trying to pull down the sheet so I’ll get out of bed.
Baxter is a climber, and he’s been finding some unorthodox ways to enjoy Cat TV lately. This window in our home office isn’t technically a designated cat perch, but Baxter doesn’t seem to care.
The highlight of last month’s spring break staycation was taking a daytrip to Ann Arbor! Thrifting, gaming, shopping, and eating. And walking.
Our first stop was Salvation Army, on our way into town. Connor found a telescope for cheap — all it needs is a bolt and locking washer for one of the tripod legs.
Our next stop was Pinball Pete’s. Connor had never been to an honest-to-goodness arcade before (Chuck E. Cheese doesn’t count). All the machines still take actual money, not tokens or cards, which was refreshing.
Luckily, there’s no visual documentation of me playing DDR Extreme — although it was OMG SO FUN and took me back to my college days, I really don’t need to see what I looked like jumping around to my favorite DDR song. I assure you, I looked nothing like this guy.
After an hour or so at Pinball Pete’s, we walked across the Diag to the other side of campus, for virtually everything else we wanted to do.
Continue readingOnce again, I uploaded the relevant photo from my iPhone, plus a topic sentence, with all intentions of returning and fleshing out this entry. Alas, this is as far as I got:
I thoroughly enjoyed my two-week holiday staycation, apart from the washing machine breaking and my Mom not being able to visit for Christmas.
To summarize:
Yet another example of that feeling I get of barely keeping up with the treadmill that is Life.
I uploaded the photos before Christmas Day was even over, but never quite got past the first line of copy:
“My Mom had already given us notice on Thanksgiving that she wouldn’t be driving out to see us on Christmas this year.”
Instead of leaving these memories to languish in my Drafts folder, I’m opting to share them now, with captions for context.
It was a low-key Christmas, but a relatively merry one that deserves to be remembered.