Still Life, With Cats

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Yesterday evening, as Richard opened the door for the Door Dash dinner delivery, Sherman raced outside.

It was dark out, and we wandered around frantically looking for him with flashlights, but had no success. I needed to go deliver a foster cat to the center (she’s ready for adoption now), so I left reluctantly, leaving Richard to continue searching. He went around the entire block, knocked on doors to ask the neighbors to check their backyards. No one had seen any sign of him. We eventually decided that we would go back out this morning as soon as it was light out, to do a more thorough search, since there are too many dark places he could have hidden.

I slept upstairs last night on the couch, since that’s closest to the front door, and woke up every couple hours to check outside. We put a plate of food by the door to try to lure him in. Every time one of the foster kittens or the other cats made a sound I was wide awake, rushing to the front door, peering outside, looking around, hoping it was him.

This morning I looked out the window and saw a grey form walking across the yard. I dashed to the front door and called him, and he sauntered up the front steps and came right through the open door. And the second he was safely inside I picked him up and then promptly burst into tears of relief.

He’s been spending pretty much every moment since he came back in sprawled out on one of the large heating pads in the living room. It was extremely cold outside last night and I’m sure he’s relieved to back where it’s warm and dry. I’ve carefully pulled two burrs out of his fur already and will be checking repeatedly for more, just in case, and he’ll be getting some flea meds once he wakes up, just in case he picked up any unwanted friends.

One of my biggest fears is that some day, he (or another cat) will get outside and *won’t* come back; that they will just disappear and I will never know what happened to them. Right now, though, he is safe. I have to stop thinking about the ‘what ifs’ and focus instead on the fact that this time it turned out okay. This time there was a happy ending.

Sherman (right), with his buddy Guffaw on his favorite heated bed

‘Tis the season for Holidailies.



Comfort and joy

This morning I spent a couple hours doing the final bit of seaming, and finally finished the things I’ve been working on for the past week: a small flock of Emotional Support Chickens.

The in-laws do stocking stuff exchanges every year, and this year I decided that, due to the absolute clusterfuck of the incoming administration, everyone could use a little bit of extra comfort.

The pattern calls for worsted weight (which produces a chicken the size of the brown one at the back of the flock above), but for these, I used fingering weight. These all came from 3 balls of KnitPicks Chroma, which has built-in color changes that make these even more fun.

I’m not yet done making chickens, but at least all the ones I needed for today were done in time (and bonus, at this point I pretty much have the pattern memorized now, which makes working on the remaining chickens even quicker and easier.

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It’s a little sad that the very last puzzle in this advent calendar is of the elves completely destroying this poor family’s Lego brick Christmas tree, but I suppose that was really the whole point of the theme anyway.

I’m definitely going to miss having one of these silly pictures to look forward to every morning, but hopefully they will have a different calendar next year, since I would happily make this an annual tradition.

‘Tis the season for Holidailies.



The day before the day before

Yesterday there was nothing planned, which felt positively decadent after the last week. So I did a bunch of knitting, and we watched a little TV, and Richard went to the grocery store in preparation for the week ahead.

Today I had work, but it was a very quiet day because almost everyone was off on PTO, and I do admit to pondering more than once that I really ought to have just taken it off too. But I’ve got an entire week off to look forward to, starting tomorrow, so I persevered.

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Here’s the puzzles from today and yesterday.

Seems like this poor lady could have used that gift a couple hours earlier.

I love the absolute enthusiasm on some of their faces.

‘Tis the season for Holidailies.



The stars above

Tonight was the fourth and final concert, and the one I’ve been most looking forward to, because tonight we sang inside a planetarium.

The SMUD Museum of Science and Curiosity is a fairly new center in Sacramento, and among its many features it includes a small planetarium. Somehow our director managed to reserve the space for us to sing, and it was fantastic.

Granted – there are some challenges to performing in this space. The walls are heavily insulated, which while great for dampening the sound of the motors which run the projection ceiling, meant that it was an extremely ‘dead’ space for singing in – we had to do some adjustments to how we stood so we had any chance of hearing each other. But it was *so* worth the very small extra effort, because we sang our entire concert in the dark (we had stand lights to see the music, of course), straight through without any pauses for intermission or even applause, while the projectionist had the night sky above our heads. The music we sang this year was inspired by the chants of Hildigard von Bingen, which was perfect for every one of the very different venues in which we performed – from the massive cavern underground to the cozy planetarium.

It was a lovely way to end our winter concert series, and here’s hoping we’re able to perform there again.

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Merry Christmas, let’s start a fire!

‘Tis the season for Holidailies.



Raising voices

This being December, that means it’s concert season for those of us in musical groups. Last year the group in which I sing was invited to perform our winter concert in Moaning Caverns, which was a feat of planning and coordination since that meant we had to figure out how to schlep an electric piano 16 stories down into the space.

It was extremely successful, so this year they had us come back, for two nights in a row. That actually happened last weekend, although since the coordinator wanted to shrink the number of singers, two of us didn’t go (and instead she and I went out for dinner and a show last weekend). Tonight was concert #3 of the set, which instead of being in a cave 16 stories underground, was set in a more traditional location – an Episcopal cathedral.

I didn’t get much knitting done today as a result, but that’s okay; I’m making good progress.

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This one fills me with so many questions. Obviously this is a very poor family – you can see the silhouette of a woman holding a baby through the window, the guy is missing some teeth, and they’re living in a rundown trailer, and using a portapotty. But the guy has such an Evil Villain look on his face, so is he stealing the ticket? Was it supposed to be for the woman holding the baby? Did the elves screw up, yet again?

‘Tis the season for Holidailies.



Stitching along

Yesterday and today have consisted of working and knitting. Knitting is basically what I’ll be doing in all my spare time now until early next week. Perhaps next time I decide to make things I should start earlier than just a week before, hmm?

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The last two days of puzzles. I’m highly amused that the elves can be very very quiet when they want to, and then in the next moment smash things with wild abandon.

‘Tis the season for Holidailies.



Making way

For many years now, my knitting group has done a combination cookie exchange and Santa exchange, where we each bring something yarn/knitting related, and then do a random gift swap. But this year it was hard to find a date that worked for everyone.

So instead, tonight, just a few of us gathered at one house. We ate cookies (which some of us had made anyway, despite deciding there weren’t enough to do an official cookie exchange, and we knitted, and we caught up on each other’s lives, and it was lovely.

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Pretty sure that’s a toolbox.

‘Tis the season for Holidailies.



This may have been a bad idea

A couple weeks ago I ordered a box of yarn.

Today I finally cracked it open.

A box of 11 balls of yarn

Why yes, it is only 8 days until I need to have a lot of this turned into All The Things.

And yes, I am suddenly questioning what the heck I was thinking.

But I have my needles and my pattern and my grim determination.

Let the games begin.

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Somebirdy is in for a nasty surprise.

‘Tis the season for Holidailies.



My kind of fun

This afternoon we hosted a board game / cookie exchange gathering. We’ve got a regular group that’s met monthly for a while now, and when I suggested we do a cookie exchange for December, everyone was enthusiastically on board.

There were cinnamon coffee cookies, eggnog cookies, lemon bars, dark chocolate cherry cookies, and gochujang caramel cookies, and mini gingerbread whoopie pies with cream cheese filling.

Also there was a veggie tray as a nod to health, but let’s face it, today was all about the cookies.

I was also going to make the one remaining GBBO bake (opera cake) but ran out of time so instead I made some tiramisu fudge, which although delicious, didn’t completely set, so was more like thick frosting than fudge.

The crowning glory of the afternoon, however, was the Cat Butt Pie.

Why no, none of us made jokes about probing things when the pie was cut, because we are far too mature…oh who am I kidding, probe jokes *abounded*, because we are all grown adults with senses of humor.

Anyway. Many cookies were consumed, and games were played, and more than once we were all laughing hysterically, so it was a very good day.

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Oops, I don’t think this car care set is going to be up to the job.

‘Tis the season for Holidailies.



I welcome these earworms

I’ve got some social events coming up that include cookie exchanges, so today I cranked out a whole mess of cookies in preparation.

I also went out to dinner with a friend (delicious Thai food), and we attended the Kitka concert in Davis.

Kitka is a women’s ensemble based out of Oakland, CA. Their main focus is on Eastern European style music. Tonight’s concert was a series of songs from the country of Georgia, which they visited recently in order to attend a festival and learn from actual Georgian choirs.

They are absolutely fantastic, and have an incredible sound, with all the voices blending perfectly together. Here’s just a few of the songs from the concert to catch your interest.

If they perform anywhere near you, I’d highly recommend checking them out.

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This fox looks quite pleased with herself.

‘Tis the season for Holidailies.