Tiny, but looks massive, like a glacier
What does that say about trusting veracity of images?
Up early to take Red to Spaws for the monthly ablution and trim. Had a chance to speak to my girl S, congenitally, about how much vacuuming was enough. We concurred. Enough to avoid dirt and guilt (mine). She said her kitty tells her when it’s time to break out the big machine, not just spot vac. She helped me feel happier about my similar habits. I really do feel guilty about not vacuuming every two or three days, but not enough to change the pattern.
Got delicious Mr Bagel for breakfast, but especially enjoyed observing the clientele, including moi, and servers, sounds and smells, the whole atmosphere of the little cafe.
A is off to optometrist, so with Red at grooming, I’m having a rare totally quiet time home alone. I’m not doing anything much different, but it feels odd, not referring my movements about the house or even change of posture and seating without referring to mylittle dogs needs or to A’s location and activities in the house and, actually, time. Truly highlights mechanicallity.
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