Sunny weekend
I forgot to mention that yesterday was our locale’s annual neighborhood yard sale, so David and I left Mouser a full bowl of food and walked around to see what was what. We came back with some books, a dinner-dish for Mouser, and a Tripitaka statue (”Tripitaka” or a variant thereof is a common nom de net of David’s).
We also discovered the Washington Hotel Coffee Room, which is an utterly charming little establishment at the back of a local knitting shop, with a lovely view of Monona Bay, even to a bird-spotting scope set up near the windows for the convenience of guests. David strongly recommends the apple juice.
On my way out, I spotted the MACSAC cookbook, which I’d heard good things about, and grabbed it at once. Vegetarian cookbooks I have in plenty, but most of them don’t heed seasonality, which is hard on a CSA subscriber. This one is designed for CSA subscribers, and should make my life easier.
Today Mouser learned the glories of fleece, as well as the art of attacking milk-jug-ring-on-a-string. Miraculously, he has decided we are allowed to pet him—when he’s in the mood. We caught him in the middle of one of our spiny backyard bushes, and he hissed when I reached in toward him. Half an hour later, though, he was stretching his scrawny little neck so I’d scratch his head harder, purring to wake the dead.
I accidentally left the bedroom door open while Mouser was inside. Didi wandered in and came nose-to-nose with Mouser. Miraculously again, neither of them hissed or growled or clawed or bit; they were both rather “wtf?” nonplussed until I shooed Didi back out and shut the door.
When she tells Dream, though, we’re in for trouble…