August 14th, 2009

mean

on sunday, and sunday's mother

It's been a while... I got back to work to find a certain amount of chaos (evidence suggests I may have been a little agitated shortly before the wedding) and there were/are a lot of post-weddingisms to work through, from sorting through photographs of every* caryatid in Prague to writing thank you cards (that job's still in progress!).

The most significant of the post-weddingisms are obtaining a working bathroom and a companion cat for Teasel. The bath -- a masterpiece of compact curviness which will just fit into our available space -- just turned up this morning, meaning we've now collected all the pieces we need to make bathroom happen. So we come to West Oxford Animal Rescue's shed of raging kittens.

Sunday's mother came in after she got a kicking, heavily pregnant and went straight to their volunteer vet, who managed the birth of single tiny kitten and kept Sunday's mum alive, too. Sunday's mother -- an astonishing symmetrical black and white with curved stripes over her legs and hard, golden eyes, deigned after a bit of grumping to let me stroke her, a little. Sunday, a nine-week old bundle of black and white fluff, rolled over as soon as she saw me and started patting at my fingers, nibbling my knuckles, and generally being, well, a kitten.

There are other beautiful kittens there -- a slender nervous ginger, a terrified-looking little black fluffy with just a little of her mother's tortoiseshell, like a haze hanging over her fur, and a sparky little black kitten, barely four weeks old, who stamps around like he owns the place. But none of them liked me like Sunday did, and in the end, they chose, too.

*Also several Golems.
newdawn

paging jeremyday

It turns out to be quite well taken in common with many short surnames. But the new name will have some presence, I already have plans! Not on lj, alas, where my preferred configuration is covered by an OMGlol 16 year old who posted 5 times years ago and then wandered off. Bah.

It's an odd thing, to be changing your name so late in life, and I expect to continue with the presence of my old name beside me, it's inevitable. Other things I'm doing at the moment:

  • trying to rewrite folk tale "The Black Peacock" entirely from memory, having failed to find any trace of it in the real world. Anyone ever heard/of it?
  • Planning some elaborate meals to thank the people who gave us kitchen gifts. I'm thinking maybe a sort of three colours theme: Three Course Blowtorch (quite easy) Three Course Steak Knives (might have digestibility issues) and the rather more challenging Three Course Fish Kettle...
  • Growing Morning Glories. It's the first time I've taken them successfully from tiny seedlings/snacks for slugs to vast producers of many beautiful delicate flowers. I grew a mix, and I have a pink one, one that is a ghostly pale blue, and another that look stonewashed! No plain blues yet, maybe the vigorous one on the back fence.


betrayer of birds
betrayer of birds
A doodle I did to test if a printer was working (it was).