Even before the "thread incident" Gibson was my "needy" one. Widget (since the arrival of the kittens) and Timber are way more independent, just wanting to be close when they are in the mood and occasionally held or on me.
This morning went something like this. First there was the snuggle in while I was reading. Then there was the need to supervise scone making from my shoulder. Timber arrived shortly after...on the counter where he isn't supposed to be. Of course my hands are covered in dough. I angled my body so that he couldn't stick his nose in the bowl until I could move him. Yes, Gibson was still on my shoulder....
And now as I type, Gibson is back insisting that he be on my lap. Timber right beside us asking for just a little love please. Widget is hiding somewhere upstairs.
Still reading essays by Ursula Le Guin. One of my favorite sentences: "The whole thing is like a giant cauldron of ever-replenished food you can dive your fork into and come out with whatever you need most to nourish you just then. But next time it may taste quite different."
She is referring to the Mahabharata.
I am imagining this.
Yesterday I stirred the walnut vat, it's happily fermenting away on the back porch.
Today I will heat some of it up and dye a pair of pants I made a couple months ago.
It's 28 F at the moment, almost daylight and it's supposed to be partly sunny today (yesterday was glorious).
After it warms up a bit I'll be out to finish pruning the quince. Some of the branches will be used for another dye vat.
Will I get pink?