I went upstairs this morning to get some old sheets that I knew were up there to see if one would do as a new cover for Mr. Moon. I found the sheets and some old stained pillowcases, two mattress pads for an extra-long twin bed which I suppose Jessie had used when she lived in a dorm in college, and...Jack.
There's a closet at the head of the stairs and one of the doors was not entirely shut and I guess this is one of his hiding places for when life just gets too stressful. He was as surprised to see me as I was to see him. I can't believe that cat even goes upstairs, seeing as he was accidentally shut into one of the bedrooms up there for over two weeks once. We thought surely he was dead. It finally occurred to me that possibly he'd gotten locked in upstairs and Jessie went up to check because I was too scared, thinking that if he had been in that bedroom for that long there was no way he could be alive, but she came trotting back down the stairs in a few minutes with Jack following right behind, tail up in the air, sassy as you please. He did go straight to the food and water but he didn't appear to have suffered overmuch. I guess he ate rodents and roaches all that time. He didn't appear traumatized either.
That whole nine lives thing is no joke.
I still haven't heard from the radiology place and I guess I need to call someone and see what's up. The fact that I have been in no discomfort today at all has me feeling a bit less anxious about the whole situation. Is it possible that my very own kidney stone is gaslighting me?
I spent most of the day outside and again, it's been gorgeous. A little warmer than yesterday but not hot. I worked in the kitchen bed again, pulling the damn border grass and chenille plant and a sticky vine and other assorted pain-in-the-ass plants. The bananas, which sent up tiny sprouts just a few days ago, are already making leaves.
Maurice came to help.
After I'd pulled all I was willing to pull, I planted a basil plant and a rosemary plant and watered them well. I give them about a 12% chance of making it.
After I'd pulled all I was willing to pull, I planted a basil plant and a rosemary plant and watered them well. I give them about a 12% chance of making it.
Then I moved back over to the little yard behind the old kitchen. That whole area is a big mess.
Slowly I am creating less-of-a-mess.
Maurice helped there, too.
Such a fine cat she is.
I found a few bamboo in the camellia bed and kicked them with vigorous satisfaction. I need to do another complete round of seeking and kicking tomorrow or the next day.
So it's been a good day but the really best and most special part of today is that it is our Gibson's twelfth birthday.
How can this be?
How can this be?
Oh, what a joy that boy has been from the very moment of his birth.
If you want to read about the day he was born, you can go HERE.
What a beautiful birth it was. As I may have said before, Lily is truly a goddess.
It's so hard to believe that this happened twelve years ago. I know that some of you have been reading here since before Owen was born and remember Gibson's birth, as well. You have been here to watch them grow from infants to toddlers, to kids who can walk and talk and dance and have conversations to the big kids they are now.
Yes, Happy Birthday to sweet Gibson.....the hugger and lover of Mer and Boppy and all that Chez Moon entails....... can't believe I have been reading *you* since even before Owen's birth....so it is quite a shock to see how time passes! Looks like a good Jack hiding place.... (as long as a door gets left open for escape this time)...... your yard.... you do well out there! I managed seed starting today (into egg cartons for germination) for hubby's upcoming raised bed garden......and I did my own weeding.....but only 2 hours before the bugs became too insistent! happy evening to you all........ is there a party on tap for Gibson? And YES, call the radiology place- at least the scan needs doing!
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I made sure not to close Jack in again. What bugs are bugging you already? We've had some mosquitoes. And the kids report no-see-um's at the beach.
DeleteYes. There will be a party for Gibson on Saturday.
Happy birthday to your beautiful Gibson! Your garden looks great😍xo, Rigmor
ReplyDeleteThank you, Rigmor.
DeleteHappy Birthday, dear Gibson. I am so pleased to have watched you grow up!
ReplyDeleteAs for Jack, you know what cats say. If it fits, I sits.
And that is the darn truth.
DeleteI hope one day that Gibson will have a Gibson guitar to play upon.
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely! He certainly should!
DeleteI wish Gibson many happy returns of the day!
ReplyDeleteThank you!
DeleteI am all about being a squeaky wheel, call tham and call then again. Moan and cry! Gibson is a lovely young man , he is!
ReplyDeleteHow did bamboo get into your garden in the first place? I suspect aliens...
( Oh, and check the post office)
I'll call tomorrow. The stone's been playing up today.
DeleteThere is a huge border of bamboo between the back of the house next door and our property. It's on our property and I'm sure someone planted it as a barrier. And then it sends out long, long roots.
Post office checked!
37 paddington—happy birthday to that darling boy, Gibson. The years are flying by. Love that picture of his grandad kissing his head.
ReplyDeleteI love that picture too.
DeleteHappy Birthday Gibson!
ReplyDeleteI spent a couple of hours in my tiny garden yesterday, cutting back, digging out and sawing off several tree limbs from the terribly overgrown plums. The "black" pelargonium had too many old and thick stems all leggy and twisted from trying to reach the sun, so I dug it all out and saved a few cuttings to start over.
I hope your basil and rosemary survive.
I had to look up "pelargonium" and found that it is what we call geraniums. It can indeed get leggy.
DeleteHappy birthday Gibson! It's no time to me since his last. He's growing fast.
ReplyDeleteNo time to me either. I expect he'll be taller than me by the time he's fourteen, like his brother.
DeleteHappy Birthday, Gibson! Wishing you a life of joy and fun adventures!
ReplyDeleteI hope that for him too, Ellen!
DeleteHappy birthday Gibson!Have a wonderful 12th year ahead of you.Wendy-South Africa
ReplyDeleteI really hope he does have a good year this year.
DeleteSo I first met Gibson in February 2015 -- he must have been three. That sounds about right. It's scary how quickly time passes. Happy birthday, Gibson!
ReplyDeleteI wonder if you heavily mulched that bed you weeded, if it would discourage the chenille plant et al? (That's terrible sentence structure but you know what I mean.)
Yep. He was just a little guy. And Owen- remember how enchanted he was with you? Still is, I think.
DeleteSteve, if you saw how thick the roots of the border grass that the chenille plant is growing in, you'd laugh. They're like a dense network that's about four inches long.
Cats do like a private retreat spot, but the salient feature here is...a cardboard box! They say the way to put a raccoon on the moon is to leave a package of crackers up there. I think the way to put a cat on the moon is to leave a cardboard box there.
ReplyDeleteEvolutionary biologists have yet to explain the powerful cat-carton attraction-- but there it is.
They should try that leaving a pack of crackers and a cardboard box on the moon. I think that might work.
DeleteCats are aliens. They just are.
Happy belated birthday to sweet Gibson! I love reading about all of your grandchildren but for some reason Gibson is kind of my favorite. He just seems to have such a sweet spirit!
ReplyDeleteHe has the sweetest spirit. You are right.
DeleteMother. And baby photo is adorable
ReplyDeleteOne of my very favorites. His first moments of love.
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