KoolAid is unusually brilliant today. Five flavors all somehow in magic layers. Then a vivid spill on the white shag carpet. Cat's to blame. in These titles mean nothing.

I regret playing tricks. Who said I was a nice person?

171 divided by 866 rounds up to 20%. Still a good book. Paul Auster’s 4321.

Sunny day, towards the end. Sixty laps so far. I anticipate at least another twenty.

Jim is having too early calves. It’s the bull’s fault of course. He found a set of twins yesterday morning - one dead, the other very weak. He took the weak one to the calf warmer and fed it colestrum and maybe electrolytes and maybe milk replacer. Calf was miraculously better this morning. He took it back to its mother and she looked in the other direction. She was busy keeping the eagles away from her dead calf. That is not the end of the story. Jim brought the calf back to the warmer and he will try again tomorrow.

We have some pretty new snow. The squirrels beyond the clothesline are having a field day, a field month? a field season. There are trees the children of the Esthers of black walnut fame, and the squirrels last fall industriously buried the hard nuts. And now they are scurrying in the snow finding them. There are chickadees and blue jays going through the cracked nuts looking for morsels. All are great fun to watch. I feel sorry for people who don’t have squirrels.

Gracie did some stair walking with me today. She can make it up and down the shallow riser, wide tread stone steps that go down from the landing to the laundry room and furnace room of the basement. I like to think they are as old as the house and that they used to be outdoor steps covered with a slanted door, only enclosed when the house got its final over the top addition in the 1920s. The three wooden steps up to the kitchen are steeper and there is no such thing as a run for them. so when Gracie wants to come upstairs she asks to be let out the door of the landing, and then walks around the house to be let in back porch door. She does that fairly often. All through the night as well. There is quite a bit of life left in the old girl. The 1 mg of prednisone works wonders.

The grandmother of one of my old old job friends has died. She was 90 and I’d worked with her too at my old old old job. She had raised him and he wrote a very touching message in Facebook a day or so ago. I need to send him a card. He said she had made him the man he is.

I hear Gracie whining at the landing. Guess I will go let her out, so she can bark and maybe pee and walk around the house to be let in the door at the back porch.

Have a good weekend, friends. I wish you all happiness - and good luck in all endeavors.

Last updated February 26, 2022