Small, pre-post announcement: I'm really missing my black and white photos. So I've decided to spend
more time taking them and then dedicating the first day of each month
to them. I'd love for you to join me! On June 1st, I'll ask you to leave a link to
your b&w photo in the comments. I'll have more details &
probably a little badge & a flickr group later on...
I like to think of myself as someone who loves routine. I'm a homebody who loves to bake bread. I want to knit and sew and do crafty stuff with my daughter.
And yet I have lived in six towns in the past seven years. Currently, I have to Mapquest every place I go because streets have started to look the same to me. I'll be driving along and suddenly I can't remember if I'm in West Palm Beach or Knoxville, but then I realize that I'm not in either of them.
As soon as things start to look like they might calm down, we always seem to do something to shake them up again. Like in 2005 when we got pregnant right before we moved to Florida, away from all our friends and family. Or in 2006 when R decided to go back to school when V was 6 months old (and still wasn't sleeping well) and we'd just moved to Knoxville. Or like this weekend when we go to PetSmart to pick up a cat scratcher for our new cat Zasha and walk out with that and a new kitten.
It just seemed like the thing to do. Don't ask me why.
Because now we have three cats and none of them really gets along yet. Zasha is none too pleased with Roxy. This is the look she gets when she hears Roxy playing in the next room.
So she just hangs out either on the bed or under it all day. But I'm doing my best to make sure she gets enough attention. She'll come around.
At 8 weeks old, Roxy is too young to care what Zasha thinks of her. Grace isn't Roxy's biggest fan either, but she tolerates her well enough. It's hard to resist the charm of a kitten.
But that's it - no more cats! I promise! We'll have to find some other way to make the chaos - shouldn't be too hard.