Friday, July 13, 2012

Fruit, Feline, Friday

I'm really hungry and there's lots of fruit. Red seedless grapes, strawberries, pineapple, watermelon, and strawberry-rhubarb from last weekend's fruit being whipped into something too. I can eat too much fruit and the result is something like a hangover -must be all that sugar.

And we're about to eat hotdogs, Sabrett with skins. I don't eat a lot of hotdogs. Hot dogs. When I separate the words, I begin to understand.

There was talk of grilling at the beach farm, but it gets late for the trip when we're unprepared. And there is, albeit minor and light, a chance for some moisture. Will it make it here, will it not be wrung dry by Pennsylvania's hills? Not a lot of moisture in the air these days.

And the cats, they're happy we're home instead of at Tilden, which, incidentally, is about to be even more overrun by Williamsburgers. See this.


  1. Bad link bad link! I'm dying to know...

    What is the black cat's name, again? She reminds me of someone.

    1. Good link, bad mobile HTML! Argh. Fixed.
      The black cat goes by Puss, but her official name is Zoe.


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