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Something you don’t see every day! – This week at Starbucks I followed an older guy (my age) in to the store. On the way he bent down and picked up a cup and straw that someone had thrown down. … Continue reading
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The feeding challenges continue as the grays have no interest in eating in my bedroom with the door closed so the other two won’t steal the food. We are still playing musical chairs and I am one of the prison … Continue reading
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I consider myself anchored in reality. Maybe. Most of the time. My age starts with a 7 followed by another digit. (Yeah I know. I can’t believe it either. Such a perky thing like me!). I can’t in all honesty … Continue reading
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The fruits of my labor – Here is a picture of my freshly painted front door. The brass door knocker wasn’t installed yet but it’s on now. It’s the third house I’ve had with a red door. I also had … Continue reading
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It’s the peep this week. I wrestled the blog from Gracie, our star reporter and the other three who are busy with their breakfast coma nap. Since moving to this new house, I’ve been struggling to get a feeding routine … Continue reading
I was one of 50 cousins and the youngest of all. Most of my cousins are 10 to 20 years older than I am and many have passed. This week another one died. I wasn’t close to this particular cousin … Continue reading
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Still painting – The worst thing about being consumed with house updates is that you miss the experiences that inspire you to write and you eat a lot of “take out.” I work by myself so there are no stupid … Continue reading
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It’s been a painting week for the peeps so the cats were on their own. Morgan is getting back to her normal routine of disrupting me and my desk when I’m on the computer. There is a lick mark on … Continue reading
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My mother had old feet. When I was a child I thought my mother was old. All parents were old. Some were ancient. She wasn’t ancient, just old. She liked to go barefoot (a gene her daughter did not inherit … Continue reading
Dining – This week we met friends for breakfast. It was our first time since the pandemic started. I was leery but the very few diners (we went at the crack of dawn) were spaced very far apart. I felt … Continue reading
Views and Mews by Coffee Kat 