23 March 2010

Rain

It is a dreary, rainy day today in Maine. My friends in North Carolina are getting snow, and they are at least 1000 miles south of us. I don't get it.

Over the weekend, we had spectacular weather. It reached 70 on Saturday, and all the crocuses are up. A few daffodils have been spotted, and everyone's tulips are peeking out of the now-Spring soil.

All last week I refused to believe that Spring was coming early. I think I've mentioned here before that when we first came to Maine, I was told early on NOT to believe it when we have unseasonably warm days in March - that it's only a trick.

But what can I say - I'm a believer. Even though we have a forecasted high of 27 this Friday, I think they just might be wrong. Either that, or it will be a very WARM 27.

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09 March 2010

Pending...

That's the word that best describes my life at the moment. Everything is pending. The kids are almost grown (not that I want them to be). My son is waiting to hear from grad schools (he heard from a couple already; got into one). My husband and I are waiting to find that elusive time alone (with a house full of teenagers - yeah right). Spring cleaning is underway, but then, it never really ends.

All that to say, I've been meaning to sit down and write about our three NEW cats, but it's a story, new as it may be, that deserves the right telling.

Until then, let me just say that two out of three ain't bad. One cat is a model citizen. The second is still young, but a real sweetheart. The third? Saying that he's a menace is putting it mildly. We have a water gun with his name on it, but we use it on him so much that I'm beginning to think he likes it. He is very healthy and VERY well fed; yet he spends nearly all his time looking for more food. He steals any and everything he can get his grubby little paws on. If there's no food available, he'll knock anything that moves off the kitchen counter. Or table. Or coffee table. Or bathroom counter. Or bookshelf. You get the idea. Just when we think we've got the house in safe order, he'll find the flaw. On the other hand, he's extremely affectionate and not the least bit aggressive.

I'll tell more about him later, but for now, I can tell you that his name is "Henry, NO!"

Meow.

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