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Mar. 23rd, 2008

Google "yourfirstname believes" and post the interesting ones.

Kat believes she's ready for them all
Kat believes that if every soldier got the same food and the same pay, the war would end
Kat believes her own house in Jasper has a ghost
Kat believes strongly in the power and confidence of outward and inward image
Kat believes that no matter what you're dealing with, there is infinite solution
Kat believes her mom is going to have another baby
Kat believes it is important to "collaborate with the various groups to help build a network of information and support for those who need it
Kat believes that Fitness and High Level Wellness is accessible to all
Kat believes every woman has the right to prosperity, love and a damn fine handbag

Mar. 22nd, 2008

oh... my... goodness.

Mar. 16th, 2008

Turned the corner of the deck, in my garden digging. Am just cutting and turning the sod, right now. It's beautiful and black, but so very clay-ish. Sphagnum moss. It needs sphagnum moss. Weeded the flower bed AGAIN. I'm more than a little scared by what's growing there, and how fast. I need to get the soil amended and mulch put down STAT. The ground is lovely and warm, though the temps went down to freezing last night. It's good to have a southern exposure with no shade a'tall, at this time of year.

Mar. 16th, 2008




Mar. 15th, 2008

My new favorite blog:

A girl can dream, you know. I am going crazy trying to find my home design 3-D software. Where IS IT? Why is it HIDING? I saw it right before I LEFT. Doesn't it know that I really, really, really need to design my Key West dream house TODAY?

Mar. 15th, 2008

While I was away on my "Spring break," Spring seems to have sprung in my part of the world. The snow, which had been ever-present since before Thanksgiving, has melted. Daytime temperatures have been in the high forties or fifties, which for us Midwesterners is no-coat weather. Nighttime temperatures aren't cold enough to frost. The ground thawed and was saturated with rain, rain, and more rain. And...


My garden is coming to life. You'll excuse the poor look of the soil, I got ripped off by my landscaper and will amend it when I can... you'll also excuse the no-moisture cracks in it because it had rained just the night before. But look! Plants are coming up!


And bunnies are nibbling them, of course. We'll see how that pans out, this summer. Also, my old nemeses the mourning doves have returned from their winter retreat. One can hardly go outside for a minute without hearing one, or walk down the street without startling one. Last summer, I thought that if my house had a name, it would have to be Dove Cottage because of all the doves and because the house itself is small and gray. But, every house in this neighborhood is small and gray, and they all have the doves. Alas.


Yesterday I took me to the garden center and bought four big planters and four big bags of dirt. I was wise to stop, because more wouldn't have fit in my car. I put the planters on my back deck, filled them up, and planted sweet peas in two of them. I am told that sweet peas don't mind a wee bit of frost, and that this is the time to plant them. I do hope so. When they begin to take hold, I'll put cone-shaped wire frames in the planters and train them up and over those. I do hope they'll be lovely. You remember my one solitary sweet pea from last summer?


And Pudding seems to have thrived in my absence. Good kitty.

Mar. 14th, 2008

Candy protests, "that picture is not making me want to go there." Being from Florida, she of course knows that it's a picture taken from a causeway between two of the Florida Keys--U.S. Highway 1. She wants to know if I can get a palm tree in.

I live to serve, Candy.


That was the most overcast of the days I was there. Most of the time, it was sunny, slightly breezy, and comfortably warm. Coming from the long, frigid Midwestern winter, the sunshine was like a lovely tonic on my nerves. It feels so free and light and wonderful to go outside without a coat... you know?


I did lots of the things one is supposed to do on Key West. I visited the butterfly conservatory




I visited Hemingway's house, and made nice to his polydactyl cats




I walked up and down Duval Street (and had my palm read!)



I chased chickens


I soaked up the good life under lighted trees at night, and in sleepy bars in the afternoon (and yes, I had a beer at Sloppy Joe's, though I could hardly call that bar "sleepy"), I walked and sat on the beach, I waded in the Gulf of Mexico (or is it still the Atlantic ocean, on Key West?), I ate lots of wonderful seafood and succulent fruit, I sunburned my nose, I ate key lime pie... in short, it was great. I'm in love with Key West. The next time I find myself playing the "If I had a billion dollars..." game, a house in Key West--maybe one of the quiet, dignified ones across Front Street from the Truman complex--is going to be on my wish list.

Mar. 13th, 2008

You are my Pudding
My only Pudding
You make me happy
When skies are gray
You'll never know dear
How much I love you
Please don't take
My Pudding away

And: a message from the doctor's office, asking me to call them back when I can. How exciting, it must be about my chest x-ray. Anyone want a flutter on whether or not I had walking pneumonia in Key West? I had to run to make my connection in Detroit this afternoon, and had something very much like an asthma attack when I got to the plane. Couldn't get much air in and out for several breaths, unless I was coughing it.

House fine. Pudding fine and loving me to bits. Life is good.

Mar. 8th, 2008

Productive cough and, oh joy, possibly a sinus infection already. Starting to feel tired.

Off to Florida.

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