The day after Thanksgiving finds us relaxing at home. On Monday our family got a little bigger with the addition of these cute little girls.
We picked up two kittens from my niece. Being a holiday week we can’t get them into the vet until this coming Monday. So we’re doing the best we can to sequester everyone, or more specifically keeping the kittens away from Daphne. We need to find out if the new cats have any diseases so that means keeping the cats separated until they go to the doctor. Keeping them out of the rest of the house isn’t easy of course. Four days into life here on the ranch and they’ve already broken down our defenses, a gate put up in the kitchen.
It’s a lot easier to relax with a cat on your lap. Friday was pretty much a waste for me, but it was a good opportunity to relax and not work. The day found me doing my Christmas shopping online, while the wife went out to stores.
One thing that has been added to my “to do” list is fixing the front hall coat rack. The in-laws promptly ripped it off the wall upon their arrival for Thanksgiving dinner yesterday. The metal screw anchors ripped giant holes in the drywall….way too many coats on the rack…it was no surprise to me, and no fault of anyone. I thought the design was suspect and the way people around here load shit up it’s no wonder it fell off. My plan is to mount a 1×6 or 1×8 on the wall, screwing that into the wall, and then screw the coat rack onto that. That should make it super secure.
Everyone is enjoying the holiday weekend and the kittens are enjoying their new home. Hopefully all will check out fine with them on Monday.
This is my 300th post on the blog. It’s been a remarkable two and a half years. Not surprisingly a lot has change in a relatively short amount of time. Life here has become less about building and decorating and more about enjoying the house, land and life. I have nothing monumental to say. Maybe monumental thoughts are for people with more time or energy than I have. Maybe you just get tired of thinking. Right now I’m just living and surviving; more inclined to pet a cat than try to figure life out or derive some sort of meaning from it.