Greetings And Salutations to One And All From Minnesota Where It’s Warm Enough To Have The Windows Open!

At last!  Fresh air and outside sounds. Granted, I am sitting in a sweatshirt and by 6 or so I’ll have to close the windows and the porch door.

But for now, Buffy and I are enjoying it. Katya has yet to discover all the little animals to watch from the porch ledge and so seems to be saying, ” No biggie,”  as she naps in the cat tree.

Me? I am grateful for a quieter Buffy. This morning she already pushed a bowl off the counter where it smashed into smithereens despite it being Corelle. Must have hit the stone tile just right. And on Sunday one of the cats knocked over the door that was waiting to replace the door the hubster made, the one with the barred windows.  You know, the regular door?

Yeah, when it fell a hole was punched in it by the headboard it fell against. That door was fairly heavy and it was leaning in the opposite direction from the headboard.  Must have taken quite the effort to knock it over. An effort that could only have been accomplished by a fairly hefty cat.

Yep.  I’m blaming  Buffy.

Oh, I’m not saying she did this alone. I’m sure the two cats were chasing each other.  But Katya simply does not have the bulk to manage pushing that door over.

And this is why I need to hurry and put together my quilt class quilt sandwich today before the hubster returns home and wants to start his new project: making new doors for the upstairs.  I am working on the ping pong table in the garage, otherwise known as the hubster’s workshop. and even though he’s to return late tonight, I know him.  He’ll be up at the crack of dawn tomorrow working on those stile and rail doors.

But right now, I’d really really like to enjoy some nappage.

And right before the nappage, I’d like to read some of my new book, Dead Man’s Walk.  It’s part of the series by Larry McMurtry that included Lonesome Dove, my all-time favorite book. I didn’t realize that there were more books about these Texas Rangers, otherwise I would have read them long ago. My friend, Bean, who has been reading and enjoying them, told me what she was reading. It was like finding a gold mine.

I mean, how can you not like a book that starts in the middle of the Texas nowhere with a 200 pound prostitute striding naked out of the water holding a snapping turtle by the tail?  All the Rangers in that company who owe her money are worried that she will throw the turtle at them to get them to pay up.  Nope.  She just wants the turtle meat for breakfast.

Yep.  And the action continues right through lightning strikes,  attacking Comanches, diarrhea,   a dust storm, whiskey, poor leadership by a fake Major, and nose notch cutting. You feel like you are there with this loose band of Texas Rangers, trying to create order, but not having the training, guns, or experience in dealing with this wide and wild area.

Okay, that did it. I’ve got to go read.

Tweak your Tuesday so that it’s terrific!

Love,

Janet