Friday, November 16, 2018

Oh, the DRAMA

As if having a teenage boy desperate to have the keys to a vehicle wasn't enough....

The Chuckie Channel had some technical difficulties. I noticed that Chuckie's sides were distended yesterday, and he wasn't his usual sparkling self. All he wanted to do was sit quietly on my lap. No playfulness, no orneriness; something was definitely wrong.

This morning he was the same, poor puny pussycat.

Well, there was a little improvement; his tail had gained some energy!

This afternoon he was marginally better,
and by this evening he was probably 90% of normal, even though he still looks like he swallowed a grapefruit. What a relief; even though he's the newest resident of Boulderneigh, he's purred his way firmly into my heart! (I didn't know what I was missing all those years of having a lap-averse cat....)

The dogs last night:
Are they dead, or anti-drama?

There has been lots of drama with my spinning project. I was plying merrily along when the single coming from the center of the turtle got stuck. I ended up eviscerating the ball, and everything went downhill from there. Determined not to waste any of Blake's lovely fiber, I spent hours slowly detangling and plying a bit, detangling and plying a bit; by the time I quit last night I could see the light at the end of the tunnel. I did end up breaking the singles twice, but carried on and finished plying it all this morning.

Skeining it off can wait until another day.

The forecast rain never materialized. The sun peeked through this morning,

then retreated behind clouds again before returning this afternoon. I thought the colors at the front of our house were pretty on the gray days,

but the sun lit the scene up like the Vegas strip – talk about dramatic! Wouldn't it be lovely if all the drama in our lives was about beauty?

That's it for now from . . .


Michelle said...

First comment.

Elaine said...

Oh my. You are so right. Drama about beauty only I say. So you never found out what was ailing that sleek good looking cat. I have had cats for 50 years and the last two (now one since his brother died) ... not lap cats. And I do miss that a lot.

Mama Pea said...

Since Chuckie seem to be on the mend (whew!), I'd say your biggest drama is the one involving the teenager and his desire to have the keys to a vehicle! (That's probably going to continue until 1) he has his own vehicle, or 2) he moves out! ;o])

Your still GOR-geous fall colors are a sight for my eyes currently looking out on our monochromatic landscape!

Leigh said...

So glad to hear Chuckie is okay. It's hard when they're ailing, especially since they can't really tell us what's wrong. Your fall is beautiful. We've had a poor showing of color this year and the leaves seem to be hanging on. Oh well, that's just the way nature is.

Goatldi said...

Glad Chuckie is mending. What no visit from the resident veterinarian?

Wanda said...

Such gorgeous autumn colors in the trees this year! Today was a stunner.
Poor Chuckie. :( I hope he continues to improve.
It's great you were able to tame the turtle yarn barf! The last time I tried plying from center pull was with silk - that was a great disaster and waste. A plying ball is the way to go, especially with precious fiber.

Anonymous said...

I'm so glad Chuckie is ok!

Jeanne said...

I was holding my breath, about Chuckie, and am so glad he seemed to be okay... The video was cute.

You do have (or had!) some lovely foliage!! Ours is nearly gone completely now. Yours probably is too, considering the amount of time that's gone by.

Your plying tale deserved a lot of sympathy. You got it from me, for sure!!