Month: March 2006

Erin’s new sweater

Erin's new seaterAnne just finished attaching these great sea shell buttons and she’s attaching the patch pockets to Erin’s new sweater.

Erin's new sweaterAnother view of the sweater Anne is knitting for our granddaughter Erin.

Knitting, behind the scenesOn a sweater as complex as this one there are many calculations. Anne keeps track of most of this stuff in her head but also uses a notebook for sketches and counts on various parts.

The Blossom Shooters

The Blossom Shooters

markal has posted one of the more interesting images I’ve seen on flickr recently. There is so much about this image to like: the blossoms being a magnet for photographers in Japan, the guy in the wheelchair with the tripod on his lap, the blur/shadow of the ground under the photographers, the tilt of the camera on the tripod, and more. Just a great shot. Oh, and it’s a rite of spring which is wonderfully uplifting.

We’re a bit behind Japan over here in Connecticut but spring is coming, slowly but surely.

The Kitty is 16 today

The Kitty is 16 today

Anne’s younger daughter Bonnie was given this cat for her 15th birthday by her then boyfriend. The cat was one of a large litter and the owner was unsure about giving a kitten to a couple of kids. She called Anne who okayed it.

That was in May and by June I’d met Anne. That summer (the summer of love…) I found out that if Anne and I were going to get together there would be some things I’d have to allow into my life, including this cat. I was allergic to cats and had never had one so this was a big deal for me. Also, the whole “cat people” thing made me want to puke. However, Anne was worth figuring this stuff out for.

The cat used to climb up my bare legs trying to get close to my beard. Shredded legs and watery eyes do not make a great introduction but somehow I became attached to the cat. Animals that show affection, even as they make you sneeze, can grow on you.

That fall we got a house together and Bonnie went off to high school, Anne went off to teach in a high school, and when I wasn’t traveling (technology consulting) I was home. The cat, originally named “Sybil” by Bonnie, became my cat and Anne and I, not liking Sybil called her The Kitty (Anne tells me that most of her cats have been called “kitty”).

In time my allergic reaction to this cat has gone away. The cat has slept near my head every night she’s been inside for most of her life. I am at least a one cat person (ugh!).

The Kitty has had a fantastic life as a “professional” cat as we’ve lived either near or in deep woods for her entire life. She has had more “adventures” than you ever want to know about. She’s lived through all of it and remained a loyal friend. Now she’s arthritic and has a hard time moving around but she has her moments with toys and just today she went outside for a while to roll around in the spring smell.

I plan to give her a can of tuna tonight instead of her regular cat food. In typical fashion she’ll undoubtedly flip her tail, walk away, and not eat it.

Happy birthday Kitty.