Doc finally had to go back to work after his sabbatical, which means Toby and I were alone Saturday. It was also a rainy weekend, so no spontaneous trips to the mountains. Just a cat and his lady wondering, “Where is our person?”
Toby
Toby Appreciation Post
16 Years Of Toby
Must Be Spring Fever
I couldn’t get into any of my three thousand hobbies over the weekend, nor were the meals I planned and made as delicious as I thought they’d be, nor was the concert we went to Sunday afternoon as good as I wanted it to be. Even Toby was feeling the meh:
I guess we’re just waiting for the sun? Good thing spring starts this week.
The Sun Came Out
The Most Spoiled Cat
It was now or never for gift sewing on Sunday–except there were also errands to do. Doc offered to handle those so I could sew, but there was still one problem: After four years of working from home, if someone isn’t on the couch or at least in the same room with him, Prince Toby absolutely loses his shit. (Not literally, thankfully, but his yowls and cries and angry yodels are relentless.)
So Doc went out and I moved the sewing machine and ironing board down to the main room, where I could keep His Highness company.
Was it convenient? No! Is our kitty very old and very stubborn so it’s just easier to indulge him? Yes! And it was nice to have the record player going while I was sewing (after someone stopped meowing to tell me there were new! things! in his main room, of course).
Books, Butts, Beans
We used the good weather this weekend to wash windows and do yard work vs. getting into the mountains. A tough choice, but the windows are so clean, it’s like the restoration of the Sistine Chapel.
I did sneak some crafty time in to embellish and bind a ready-made text block and to sew some fancy sweatpants (and take a picture to check the fit). Toby supervised with one eye and showed off his toe beans.
Project Weekend
I spent most of the weekend working on my lumbar pack and, um, getting another package of technical apparel fabrics and kits for waterproof dry bags and stuff sacks. (Meanwhile, the bookbinding supplies I bought last month look at me reproachfully from the corner. No obsession like a new obsession!)
Meanwhile, Toby just sleeps and smiles.