After a very, VERY long day of sewing I have the entirety of Throw Quilt #2 quilted. I didn’t intend to use the quilting pattern I wound up using, but once I saw how it was turning out I realized it was perfect. Hopefully the recipient will enjoy this quilt as much as I do (and I still wanna make a full-sized one for myself).
In other news the J Crew have been mightily entertained by the murder of crows that have been hanging out on our front lawn. I must admit, I may have been scattering peanuts here and there, ahem. But they’re here, they’re having a great time sunning themselves on the lawn, and the cats are rapt, I tell you. I had Jeremy, Jasmine, and Jemma all lined up in front of the library window this afternoon peering out at the feathered guests and clearly thinking, “I could take one of those, yeah. Just let me out the door, Mom, I’ll bring you back some dinner.”
Sorry, my darlings. Crows are off-limits, plus our back yard is proof that there are raptors out there capable of taking down fair-sized animals, and while the twins may be too big for a hawk I’d be worried for Jaz. Not to mention the coyotes and bobcats in the neighborhood. The J Crew will just have to keep dreaming about taking down a back yard wildebeest.
I hate vaguebooking, I really do, and I apologize for not going into details but I don’t want to do that until I know more. Suffice it to say that my friend T did me a solidly good turn today with something and I’m eager to see how it turns out. I’ll give more details as I get them, but for now please think good thoughts for me!
Last night he dreamed that he went into his home office and this little half-starved black cat, clearly a street cat, was in there. He said, “How in the world did you manage to get in here?” then added, “You would have to be a black cat, wouldn’t you? Oh, all right—come on, let’s get you fed.”
As you know, Bob, J.J. had been diagnosed in 2017 with kidney disease, and for the next six years we did everything we could to keep weight on him, including making sure there was always kibble in his bowl and feeding him lots and lots of treats, Lick ‘n’ Lap, and other cat dainties. That more than anything is probably what kept him going until the age of twenty-one.
After a day of work and at least five old episodes of 
One of the questionable benefits of my mild OCD is that once I lock onto a task I will often stick with it well past the time when I should take a break, or get something to eat, or walk around and let the blood flow back into my feet.
Causing my sinuses to kick up a merry stink about big masses of air moving past each other, but hey, what else is new? That being said, I’m looking forward to the cooler temps for the rest of the week because it’s probably the last relatively cool weather we’ll have for spring. Temps next week are supposed to be in the 70s/80s, which means I’ll have to start running the upstairs A/C for the 80s days. I’m trying to give our downstairs unit as much of a break as I can before we need to start running it since it is Olde™ and the A/C was horrified at the sound it made when he was out here checking the systems. I didn’t have the heart to tell him that it always made that kind of noise, being an old two-blade fan type.
Oof. It’s a temporary thing—the temps tomorrow will be down in the low 80s, and will drop further into the 60s/70s for the rest of the week with some rain thrown in for good measure. But I had to turn the upstairs AC on today just so that we didn’t roast in our offices.
Melanie Fletcher 