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I’m still plugging away at the “Om Shawl” and have nearly reached the end of the plain middle section. That means it’s getting big enough for the gato to steal when I’m working on it. So of course I have to wrap him up like a kitty burrito when he does.
The rest of the weekend included a farmer’s market, peach picking, visits with family, hiking with friends and little kids, and lots of cleaning, but I only was able to stop and get some pictures yesterday. Toby pretty much followed me around the house and found some sun to sit in while I organized or sewed. He’s a good kitty supervisor.
Bozeman was pretty, but Millcreek Canyon can hold its own against Montana. And there was no Toby or Doc up there, so home is best.
I’m headed out of town for a few days to help supervise a TV commercial shoot. It’s always fun to see if the vision in my head when I was writing the script comes out in the finished product.
Toby does NOT think it will be fun to just have Doc around. His face is very clearly saying, “Mom, what is THIS shit?”
1. Oh the state of the world is depressing lately: ISIS, police shootings, just a climate of “reckless hate“. I’m trying to remember what the Dalai Lama said–change starts with us, and it can happen one person at a time. Sam Cooke agrees:
2. Here’s Toby sticking his tongue out for good measure:
And it’s going to be 99 degrees. Stretch out on it like Toby on the rug upstairs:
(I’ll have some solstice at the lake pictures for tomorrow, since we’re headed there for sunset. Happy longest day of the year!)
It got hot here–95 yesterday, 97 forecast this week–so we cooked outside and didn’t go far. Also accomplished: transplanting a volunteer tree (send good vibes, he’s not the happiest tree now), cleaning, Toby-approved laundry, and some freelance.
Maybe if we ignore it it’ll go away?
(Photo by Doc, who is seriously the best kitty photographer.)
Give it the sad eyes from the couch (and then go back to bed if you’re Toby).
What would we do without Toby?
Both photos by Doc (what would I do without him?) who really has a knack for Toby portraits.