Cat-haters should probably skip this one.
I wake up with camera nearby, fully expecting that Maggie-cat will be curled up adorably next to me. She seems to be wise to the concept of DITL, though, and is sleeping elsewhere.
When I move into the bathroom, though, she's there:
She also helps me with a minor maintenance task:
It's a grey morning in Foggy Bottom:
Time for meds, a slice of banana bread and then CAWFEE:
Properly caffienated, I get dressed and take the ObSelfPortrait:
Time for laundry. Maggie insists on going OUT:
The back yard:
This was my compost pile. As you can see, I'm not good about turning it.
I move indoors and work on some computer stuff:
Maggie, still outside, gets herself into a turf war with one of the neighbor cats. I dash outside and try to retrieve her, but she slips under the fence next door:
I wait a few minutes more, and then she comes back. I finish my second cup of coffee, then get in my car to take it to the mechanic's. Maggie and I go through our usual departure routine - she tries to dash out the door into the sun porch, and I try to keep her from getting there. This time she wins the race and barricades herself as per her custom:
Usually I haul her out and throw her back in the house, but this time I leave her in the porch with the door to the house cracked because I'm not planning to be gone too long.
On the way there I note a break in the fog layer:
I park the car next to this wonderful garden:
The gate is shut, and the guard dog is snoozing, which doesn't look promising, but I holler and the boss comes out of the office to take my key.
I have the cab drop me off at the nearest major intersection, and walk the remaining blocks home. The local political wags have added comment to a nearby billboard:
I note with amusement the embellishment that the local bike co-op has added to their repair yard:
And, as much as I HATE HATE HATE the new traffic circles in my neighborhood, I have to say that the plantings do look rather jolly:
And heeeeere's the casita:
I decide to work on cleaning a winter's worth of recycling out of my sun porch. Before:
The sun is coming out, so Maggie decides to help:
After. I have more work to do but it's a good effort for about twenty minutes worth of work!
Since the sun has come out, I carry on with my plan to walk to church for the midweek noon service. It really is a beautiful day:
I get to the church in record time and sit in the nice quiet chapel:
After service, I chat with Rector (who's curious as to why I'm at midweek), and check my box in the office to see if I have anything. I also spend a few minutes sitting quietly in the church by my favorite window:
And here's one of our Tiffany windows:
I'm somewhat at a loss for what to do with myself afterwards, so I decide to walk over to Telegraph Avenue for a bite to eat:
and then formulate the plan of walking over to the hardware store on University Avenue in search of some rose lights and then catching the bus home. Here's the chapel from the outside ... the rhodies are really nice right now:
I neglected to take a pic of the store, which is too bad as it is a small old-fashioned urban hardware store with narrow aisles and stuff packed up to the ceiling. I just miss a bus, but decide that I have the energy to walk home after all (I've fortified myself with an icecream from Ben and Jerry's and it's given me a SUGAR BOOST).
It's still a beautiful day:
After I get home, I eat my lunch and decide that walking five miles entitles me to a Nice Cup of Tea and a Sit Down:
Maggie approves of this idea:
The "Granny Square" afghan is new to me, but was made about fifty years ago by my great-grandmother and namesake.
Afterwards I check stuff on the computer again and decide to charge up and install my brand-new iPod nano (happy birthday to me):
I also unpack my new lights and arrange them on the mini-memorial on top of the TV armoire:
The rest of the day is more reading and more computer stuff. As the sun goes down, Maggie is getting pretty sleepy:
I decide it's a good idea. I brush my teeth, do the FlyLady "sink shining" (which is admittedly easy since I've been eating out a lot and not cooking):
and head for bed, books at the ready: