Even a poor quality photo of this guy named Sunrise is pleasant.
He says it in such a soft little way, even though he’s the biggest cat of the bunch around here.
His real name is Sunrise, but he’s been nicknamed so much more: Big Guy, BG, B, G, Ghee, Guy LaFur, Thanos, ThanToast, ThickOats, Fatto Catto, Orange Guy, Dude, Man, Manny, Mayonnaise Manny, Sunny Foo-Foo, Foo, Mr. Foo, Dr. Orange, Dr. Thick…
Probably other names I can’t remember off the top of my head but my kids will surely bring up as they trickle out of bed. It’s 9:24 a.m. and the three youngest still aren’t up. They were all up late last night, which I can’t say I like but bedtime is such a weary point of day for me, “choose your battles” is what I tell myself.
Why don’t kids like going to bed? I’ve always loved sleep. Maybe it’s only certain people who fight bedtime. My second child never had a problem with sleep, either, and even in her mid-twenties she’s still often taking a nap after work or on a weekend daytime.
Well, today I am working on trying to find a certain date from my journals so I can reread my notes and elaborate on a story for the Alaska book. I did that yesterday, too. Oh, not all day. Just a bit of poking through here and there between the myriad other jobs that pile up constantly. Plus I’m trying to finish editing a book manuscript for a friend, on top of working on my own works in progress.
And firewood needs to be brought up the stairs to the deck. I have to initiate that process, but the kids will help. Having a wood-burning stove on the second story of a house makes for a bit of extra work, but I so enjoy wood heat, I think it’s worth it.
And there’s a batch of yogurt underway in the Instant Pot, with a goal of turning it into Greek yogurt.
And there’s a double batch of kombucha on its second ferment, which I poured into bottles two nights ago but haven’t yet added the flavourings. All I have right now is turmeric root, ginger root, and goji berries, but those have become our family’s favourite option so it’s just as well. That process is on the invisible part of my to-do list, along with so many other things that never make it into writing.
The rest of my to-do list sits there waiting for my attention, but here I am at my desk, avoiding it for a few minutes. I know I’ll have to get into the basement to put some coats of protectant (because I can’t remember if it’s varathane, polyurethane, or something else, so many different cans of goop have I used on varying wood projects over the years, depending on the need) on one of the pine doors we bought for the kids’ bedrooms to replace the old, dark, falling-apart ones. I don’t look forward to that task, as the basement is uninsulated and on days like this we can see our breath down there. Hmm, I’ll have to take a picture of the goop can and see if the label says anything about “do not use in temperatures below” a certain number. I don’t recall that on this one, but it might be there.
Why would I take a picture of the label? Because the writing is so tiny and without much contrast. It’s hard to read unless I enlarge it. A magnifying glass would help, too.
Meow. Meow. Ghee is still meowing that tiny little meow.
I found out why the intermittent meowing happened. Big Guy was at the door at the top of the basement stairs and wanted to be in the kitchen. Usually, we keep that door open a bit, but it’s cold today and I’m trying to warm up the house.
Now to suit up (camo ski pants and a blue plaid fleecy coat) to go down into the deep to assess the door-coating situation. Brrrrr…
OK, that’s day 6 of my challenge to myself, to write something in my blog daily. It’s a blog entry that goes nowhere, just some rambling thoughts, but I hope I at least spelled everything right and used proper punctuation. I still haven’t varied my sentences to my liking. Practice, practice, practice!
PS: My youngest child is up now and she indeed helped me add to the list of names we call Sunrise. 🙂
My youngest daughter wanted me to include this photo of Sunrise from last night.