slowly she turned
Living the Slow life in North Carolina
Category: critters
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I am not a fan of pink. But these comfy slippers were given to me by a dear friend and have been nearly worn out with love. That would be “Save College Hill.” Probably about six inches – it’s sleeting now. < Treat me like a fool, treat me mean and cruel, but love me…
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This week has been consumed by studying (I’m pretty sure that I aced the final exam) and the arrival of my new laptop. I’ve been limping along for a long time on old computers that can’t quite handle the new technology, at least not well. My husband loves to gather up old computers and reassemble…
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I picked these in the Back Forty yesterday afternoon from the vines that I didn’t pull down in October. Can you imagine how many I would have gotten if I hadn’t picked every slightly filled out bean and pulled out half the vines then? You can never quite be sure what the right gardening thing…
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I don’t know why it is so much more compelling this year, but the leaves have really caught my attention in a big way. There are many varieties of oaks and maples around here, and the differences between them fascinate me. I bought some gelatin yesterday and hope to spend some time after Thanksgiving making…
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Ah, how I love the first couple of hours on weekend mornings, when I am allowed to slowly transition from dreams to reality. Theo is playing by himself with a wine cork, and another cat, probably Miss Jazz, hisses from under the bed each time he passes by. I have not had another dream about…
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Can’t do a whole pot of coffee this morning, although I did have one cup with lots of milk and sugar and fair-trade organic cocoa mix in it. So I’m substituting a bowl of homemade soup. This is the post where I write whatever comes to mind until I finish my pot of coffee bowl…
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Timmy has a new name. I’m calling him Theo, a name I’ve always liked, and it suits him. Sandy can call him what he wants but I knew that if I didn’t change his name right away he would be Timmy forever, just like what happened with Mama Kitty. We already have a Tim in…
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This fine lookin’ fella’s name is Timmy. He is eight years old and was given up for adoption five months ago. I first noticed him at Petsmart several weeks ago, but a note said that he was in the process of being adopted. Last night we went shopping there and I noticed that he was…
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This is the post where I write whatever pops into my mind until my little coffee pot is empty. I’m beginning late this morning because I decided last night that I would sleep as late as I felt like sleeping. I’ve had sinus problems all week and that drags me down considerably. Usually sleeping late…
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Oh, have I been looking forward to this morning. No real plans, other than to study for my exam on Monday and to get materials ready for this week’s trip to Journalfest in Port Townsend, Washington. Guido is galloping around the house like a racehorse. He is 13 years old and still a kitten. Lucy…
slowly she turned 