It’s 2:30 A.M. I am editing this blog. (where is everybody?) ; bleary-eyed, trying to understand the Blog manage directions; Smudge suddenly races through the diningroom into the kitchen, squealing. She is the Avenging Calico Kitten! She spins into my space trailing a Shop and Save bag cape; plowing into the the formation of felines waiting around the food bowls. She does a 180* and takes off for other parts to terrorize the next victim.

Smudge is a foster kitten. Her real name is Kissifur. I’m taking care of her while her owner finds an apartment.

Wait! There she goes again, sans  cape bounding onto the ironing board, leaping on to the spring-lid trash can, popping it open in time to dive in and avoid capture by the dreaded Bootsie. I fish her out.Plunk! and take down the ironing board.

I love my animals. When they lay with me on the couch I feel there unconditional love-energy soothe my soul. ….At 3:00 in the morning-ehk! I don’t understand  how it is possible to work at home with a house full of kids! Who ever you are, Bless You!!

Some of my coping skills can become stressers. I like to garden. Right now my garden needs to be managed.  After the last rain storm the supports on the crookneck and paddy-pan squash were blown over. A spaghetti plate of vines; too tangled and to fragile to separate, remains. This is nolonger relaxing!

Somehow I managed to buy the tomatoe plants from hell again this year. Giant plum tomatoes that are un-stakeable. They are like veggie ground cover.Sprawling everywhere, they compete with watermelon for space. Last year the watermelon lost. I had sworn to never buy them again. I either had a mind blurt when making up my tray at the Italian store or they jumped into my tray, knowing that they weren’t welcome; or an alien plot by the Plumet tomatoe race to conquer the earth—–not sure what happened there.  Such is the bounty of life. Another lesson in powerlessness…