Some Days Are Much Tougher Than Others

The nightmare trip to Nashville finally ended, but not before my finding more evidence of mice even more everywhere.  I just cannot figure how they got in.  There are steep, steep stairs both from the garage into the kitchen and from the first floor to the second.  These must have been some in-shape rodents.

Back here, I found Gable severely weak and in pain.  I was taking him to the vet to get checked out;  he died in the car on the way.  I was holding him in my lap, so I was with him, but it's still a fairly crushing blow.  He'd been with us a long time.  But he's never been the same after we had Jessie put down.  He adored her.

Hannah is back for the summer.  Or for part of it.  She and a friend have got to find a house to live in in Atlanta;  they're aiming to move in in late June/early July.  Looks like she'll be living out of boxes and bags until then.

I finished several little knitting projects while I was in Nashville.  Since I've been back, I've made a "monster," who needs finishing, but the right inspiration just isn't hitting me.  Maybe a scarf.  I made a pair of toddler socks and a washcloth yesterday, and got a good start on a teddy bear.  When all your patterns and all your yarn is at your disposal, it makes a significant difference.


  1. Poor sweet Gable, though he and Jessie can both watch over you now. But it still sucks big time, and I do not approve. Not that that's ever meant anything ...

    Just take it one day at a time. Feel like you need to feel. But know we love you very much.

    Everyone at our house will say a special prayer for Gable.


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