hand eye crafts

 Today, Madeleine had to spend her entire day at the vet having a glucose curve run.  It's done once a year, and lets the vet check her blood sugar levels.  The good news from today is that her daily doses of insulin can be cut back.  She's been on 7 units, but is going down to 5.  This is great for her health, and good for my checkbook.  ProZinc is expensive. The "bad" news is that she had a flea.  A  flea.  Singular.  But with Tap in and out so often, the wise thing is to start using Frontline on her and Riley.  That good news for my checkbook was immediately swallowed up by this.  Frontline is expensive.

So, I saw a headless Gelfling and a couple of Doozers. As one does.

 So, at the Center for Puppetry Arts are two masks from the spectacular musical version of "The Lion King." Mufasa, and if you look to the left there closely, Scar.  (You hear Jeremy Irons in your head now, don't you?  Be honest.  Bridget, you get a pass.} I like lions, of course, and I adore Grover. Grover was Elmo before Elmo was. You know it's true.

Spent the first half of yesterday with Daughter, second half with Son.  I have photos only of the first half, and will share a few at a time. Hannah and I went to the Center for Puppetry Arts in Atlanta.  If you're ever in  Atlanta, do yourself a favor and go.  We have gone many, many, many times and have always loved it. There are two distinct parts of the Center --- one for Jim Henson's work, one for puppetry around the world.  The deck is heavily stacked for other exhibits to be My Favorite, but this one blew me away: A minotaur string puppet.  He is fantastic. Nearby, though. . .  What can I say? CROW and SERVO.  We spent a lot of time with them.  We could have become on-the-spot docents.  Ask us anything at all.  Anything.  The day's second half was watching the Oscars ceremony with Briton.  At the time it happened, I said that the whole thing should have been shut down after the Best Supporting Actor award.  It ...

 So, still with the Think About This Name thing: I'm watching a documentary about drugs, and one of the dealers' names is Jeff.  Jeff the drug dealer.  Dealers should have names like Spicer or Boogie or Patdown or Kupo or something. . . Also, Ricky Gervais' name is "Ricky."  Think about that.  "Ricky."  To me, that doesn't fit.   Maddie's still not biting on porch life, while Riley's enjoying it.   Bridget  mentioned a "catio" in her comment --- we actually had a screened-in porch that we eventually glassed in.  All the cats we've had since living here have loved being out there. I am churning out cotton mitered squares.  My poncho must feel supremely neglected.  The poncho is the easier (as in, more mindless) knit of the two, but I've hit a groove with the squares.  The box for the finished ones is edging toward full, but I haven't spread them out to see how big a quilt there actually is.  As long as I'm in this...

Trying something. Are the cats willing to enjoy some fresh air?  Only Riley is up for the adventure.

Are any other cat owners, trying to buy cat food, finding bare shelves like this?  My major grocery shopping is still done via pick-up, but when I have  gone to grocery or pet supply stores, I've found empty shelves.  Tap doesn't eat canned food, so I don't pay attention to that part of the aisle.  I just find this interesting.