The Love of a Cat

Even my cats are geeks, I think, though Tilly fell asleep during a "Firefly" episode. Enjoy...

The Back Leg Holds Us in Place, I Guess

Do you ever sleep this well?

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The Green Fairy

I am a geek on many levels, especially regarding music and movies. Ever since I saw Gary Oldman seduce Mina in “Bram Stoker’s Dracula” I wanted to try absinthe. That interest quadrupled when I read years ago that Marilyn Manson became involved in bottling the anise flavored beverage.

Unable to obtain Mansinthe back then, I purchased whatever brand our local purveyors availed me. Well, it disappointed me. I didn’t even enjoy a decent buzz for some reason.

Label Art a Watercolor by Marilyn Manson aka Brian Warner
Photo Courtesy of Drink Up NY.com

Fast forward to Memorial Day weekend 2017. For an inexplicable reason I decided to toast our fallen US soldiers with something classy. A little research uncovered a rather rare 1930’s era drink called the Alaska Cocktail.

The origin of the name is shrouded in mystery but the recipe is simple, excludes sugar, and tends toward the savory side. Fortunately a local vendor carries the expensive French liqueur Yellow Chartreuse. We dropped a pretty penny but don’t regret the investment.

An Herbal Delight

You start with two ounces of gin (Beefeater dry worked wonders), add half an ounce of Yellow Chartreuse and a dash of orange bitters, then stir (or shake if you're James Bond). I chilled the concoction with ice chips and served the drink in martini glasses. Next time I intend to add a third ounce of gin to stretch the herbal liqueur and drop in more of the delicious bitters.

Do you enjoy adult beverages? What is your drink of choice?

Cheers!

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Write On!

I’ve been a little stymied rewriting book fifteen of my novelette series. The direction feels good, it’s just not moving forward as of yesterday. So I decided to look at book sixteen.

Ooh, it read like stereo instructions. That’s okay; I welcome the opportunity to create new. With the opening altered a little I stopped again for the day to spend time with my partner.

Today I thought, Now what? What always gets my creative juices flowing? Write a love scene. That m/m/f scene evolved, or rather devolved, when a jilted lover returned home.

Now I’m having fun setting up a massive argument between two characters already splitting up. Unfortunately, I have to stop and mow the grass.

~sigh~

Here in the USA most people have a three day weekend due to Memorial Day next week. I will likely attend a local parade and ceremony, then delve back into writing while my neighbors et al host barbecue parties.

What fun do you have lined up for the weekend?

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A Haiku for the Day

A Cardinal Spring

Flashing red feathers

‘Pretty me’ the male bird sings

The female agrees

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The Power of Prayer

I have faith, not religion. And I believe in the benefits of prayer even if there is nobody to hear. It grounds me, improving my attitude if nothing else.

That said, is it wrong to do most of your praying naked? I realized that truth not terribly long ago. ~shakes head~ I guess the action of showering shuts off this writer's inner fictional dialog.

I do like to think God has a sense of humor. How else can you explain the platypus?

Still, what if my odd tendency annoys who or whatever is out there? Maybe I should set aside a meditation period after my Julia Cameron style morning journal time. What do you think?

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Feeling the Fall

No, I did not take a tumble if my title misleads. I’m quite well aside from an overzealous workout and this blasted early heat.

I am not a fan of summer. It’s too hot and humid. I hate cutting grass; afterward I feel like someone dumped me in a swamp. So I’m going to recall the joys of autumn and thank heaven we have air conditioning (the heat pump is being given a professional check-up as I type).

Even the Trees Sigh in Fall

Tilly Among the Halloween Toys (Pre-Weight Loss)

The Path Less Traveled

What is your favorite season?

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Faster Pussycat Slows Down

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The Demanding Life of a Princess

We have long determined in this house that cats are tool users. And we, their opposable thumb wielding servants, are the tools. Jezebel, in particular, continues teaching old humans new tricks.

Take for example the throne room. Note the food dish next to the ‘purr pad’ (a big hit with our kitties, purchased online from Drs. Foster and Smith).

Bow Before Me

 

She could walk to the long established feeding area but prefers breakfast, in particular, brought to her. We did draw the line at bringing over water so the sofa doesn’t get wet.

What? You Put the Blanket Here

Don’t you think we caregivers deserve a little coddling in return? Nobody brings me food in bed. We’re lucky if this one joins us on the loveseat once a week.

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