Our house has finally achieved full English Cottage Situation, which is good. It’s the only one on the block with a little fence and a cascady garden, everyone else has the Lawn with Few Shrubs theme. It’s out of control, though, and we have to beat it back this weekend. The boys and I are planning to fill a dozen lawn and leaf bags with the trimmings of the first exuberance.
It’s pretty and Spring-Summery outside and Bill and I went out for Italian lunch, which was excellent.
The Dread Pirate Jasper is greatly enjoying having the windows open. The house in St. Louis is a cat-prison; they are not allowed outside. It would be bad for them, and they have no training. Simon and Miss Fish are different sorts of cats in a very different sort of environment, we live unfettered by convention in Tucson and they come and go as they please.
These guys, though- prisoners under house arrest. And don’t they know it.
Jasper’s nose is pink and twitchy, dreaming of the hell he would rain down on the squirrels given half a chance. Wyatt is under the bed.
Tomorrow Rocket Man becomes Space Man and he heads off for a space music festival in Marin while I hold down the fort.
I like it that he’s off to have some fun, get his space on.
We must get out there and live life.