Good morning, everyone. I'm watching the sun rise right now. I'm up earlier than usual, but I just woke and decided to get up rather than sleep another hour or 2.
Yesterday was fun. My friend Harriet came for lunch. We exchanged Christmas gifts, and I made her cranberry pot roast, mashed potatoes, and braised carrots. She brought a pie she makes for people every Christmas, and we had that for
dessert. I was amazed when she said it was the first time she had tasted the pie she makes for everyone every year! We both have horses, so of course, we chatted a lot about them.
One thing that's been a puzzle, though, that I sorted out during our conversation is how my cat seems fascinated with my injured arm. At night in bed, he keeps trying to lie on or near it, and I have to keep chasing him to the foot of the bed. Finally, I think I have the answer. I think I'm focused on protecting the arm, and you know how cats seek out your focus and try to sit right in the middle of that mental spotlight? If you are reading the newspaper, the cat plops himself right on it? Well, I think that's what he's doing with my arm. Harriet suggested he was trying to comfort me, but I didn't accept that; cats are too self-serving. My cat thinks I'm his personal servant, ready to fulfill his needs. I open the door when he wants to go out, open it when he wants to come in, give him a little milk when he asks, etc. In fact, I've had several cats, this one included, who complain to me when I open the door and it's raining. They can't understand why I can't change the weather to suit them.
I'll now think what good-morning music to post for everyone.
Remember, today's the day Blues goes in for open heart surgery. Everyone keep him in your thoughts today. Let's hope he emerges better than before! I'm sure as soon as Rave hears the news, she'll tell us how it went. I miss Blues and Rave here, and hope they'll be back with us soon.