Legos

The kids are rebuilding their Lego town. They do this a couple times a year. Basically, they have a base with four different colored spaces. On each space, they create a scene. Like a lake, or a space station, or park. The Lego town will stay the same for awhile and then they’ll get in a spirit to freshen things up. It reminds me of how adults move furniture around.

We had a really great weekend. The last day of the Apple Orchard being open was Friday. We went up and got two big boxes of apples, and divided them out into Christmas gift bags. Then, we’ve been waiting to see neighbors out sharing some cheer! We also brought the kids over to play with their cousins outside. And to visit the kitten that recently showed up at the kid’s Grandparents house. The larger orange cat is getting along well with the little one.

Our big cat is still trying to adjust to the little cat we found a couple months ago. I watched them napping by each other. Simon, the big cat, was using all four legs to push the little cat away….in his sleep! Funny Sh*&!

I am working tomorrow through Wednesday, and then I have Thursday off. I’m not allowed to be a total Grinch this year, because Christmas already got stolen. So, I’m just letting the kids do most of their jolly ideas. Can you tape Christmas cards to the windows? Sure, I say, as my mind flashes to where I keep the adhesive remover/cleaner. Can you wrap stuffed animals as presents for the cat? Why not.

Provided that the roads are good, we will get a visit from two loved ones who already had covid. But we will miss our big family get together that we usually have. Hopefully, this will all wrap up sometime soon. I’m never really sure if I’m making the right choices, but this year has been worse than anything for figuring out what I should and shouldn’t be doing.

In other news, I like to run on the treadmill barefoot. Its simply easier that having to go find shoes. You’d think, just keep them near the treadmill…but they always end up under the couch and junk like that. Anyway. What I’m thinking right now, staring at my little cat, is please, please cat…do not put your butt on my treadmill. I’ve voiced this fear to my husband, that the cat could rub her butt onto wear I run in my bare feet and give me worms or something.

He says, “Oh, that’s your line? Not when she licks anything she finds out on the table…sticks her head into our water glasses?”

Hugs!

Terra Rose