Day 2180 Hiding Spaces
Creating new hiding spaces for our basement cat…just in case she decides to come upstairs again. The past few times she’s made her brave journey into the unknown upstairs, she’s landed in our living room, or, as Tim calls it, the piano room. The baby grand isn’t played often these days; the ivories are only tickled when my son comes to visit, since neither Tim nor I can play a note. That makes the space under the piano a perfectly safe (and quiet) hiding spot for the cat house. I’m not sure she’d be any happier upstairs, but options are always good. I think I’d feel better if she spent more time in our living spaces…but she has her own agenda, and you’ve got to respect that. Tim spent the day annoyed that someone called him out for wearing jeans, so of course I had to tease him about it, singing Forever in Blue Jeans by Neil Diamond every chance I got. I went for a nice walk with my youngest son and his dog, loving the sunshine and determined to make outdoor walks a regular th...
