....cat trees, at least. I didn't get a picture of either being carted around and I totally should have. The first cat tree was too big to fit into the trunk properly, so I drove home slowly with the trunk open (the store is like, a block or so away, all residential streets). The second cat tree turned out to be shaped pretty much completely like the bottom half of the cat tree I couldn't get into my trunk, so I shoved it into the back seat. Then I either needed to rip off the arms of the doors...........or leave the passenger side door open. Guess which one I chose?
Hez got a new cat tree because my darling graceless klutz fell off the tiny perch twice that I know of and tended to avoid climbing it. She liked to have the blinds up so she could use the window sill to get into it. Not exactly what I was looking for in a cat tree, y'know? On the other hand.......today she was playing with the dangling birdie and fell through the opening in the top perch.......so it might just be her.
What? I can't believe you told them about that!
- Have you ever written an author a fan letter?
- Did you get an answer?
- Did it spark a conversation? A meeting?
(And, sure, I suppose that e-mails DO count . . . but I’d say no to something like a message board on which the author happens to participate.)
This one is easy. No. No. And no. Evidently I don't write fan mail. I barely write thank you notes.
I finally finished Trollope's The Warden last night. The plot device pits clergy privileges of benefices (revenues that went with the parishes etc) and "modern social awareness". (Modern at the time anyway). Septimus Harding, a lovely minister much more inclined to play music is called on the carpet by his prospective son-in-law about his 800 pounds a year benefice that he receives managing a charity that takes care of 12 indigent old men.
It's a character study, but it's pretty broadly drawn. It was fun to see Charles Dickens as the character Mr. Popular Sentiment in the novel, sometimes I forget that they were contemporary in their own time. The relationships between Harding and his prospective son in law, his daughters, his actual son in law, the laywers and the church are what really drives the story. It's kind of lovely, pastoral and days-gone-by feeling, but it rings true nonetheless. This was the first of the Baretshire novels, I'm looking forwrad to reading the rest and seeing how the family gets on.
There is some knitting news, but alas, I can't post it until I've given it. I've been working on the sleeve of the Golden Gate and every time I think I've got it going, I get off count. I keep switching between dpn's and circs, neither works out really well. I suppose if I ever just sat down and knit the darn thing, it'd go easier.
The house is being slowly pulled together, but clearly I CANNOT buy any more yarn or books. Unless I move to a bigger house.
What with bridges collapsing and other bad things happening, I want you all to BE CAREFUL OUT THERE! And may you all come home safe every night.