Spent a while watching butterflies on Saturday. A big monarch seems to have claimed the yard for her own. At least I think it was a she. She would patrol from one end of the garden to the other and back again, looping around the butterfly milkweed plants to make sure there were no interlopers.
There was also a cabbage butterfly and a couple of what I think were hairstreaks, but I didn’t get close enough to see them clearly.
The monarch left the smaller butterflies alone, but when a gulf fritillary wandered into the yard it promptly got chased back out again. I think it’s larger size and orange and black colors make it too monarch-like. It was an immediate target.
I was glad to see a good number of bees. When everyone stopped watering everything the bee population seemed to take a real dive. There were days in the beginning of the year where there’d be only one or two in the front yard and none at all inside the gates. Now there’s a good mix of pollinators, bees, butterflies and hoverflies. It was a good day for bugwatching.
This is our little gray rescue cat. Can you call it a rescue if you acquire it by luring it into your garage with food and then trapping it? A couple of times someone has dropped kittens off in the neighborhood. I’m sure they thought that one of these little old ladies would adopt them, and in this case they were right, but it still makes me mad.
She’s pretty good cat, as far as cats go. Very affectionate, loves to be with her people. Person really, she loves him, but she’ll take me if he’s not around. She’s almost obedient. I can get her to come to a spot or jump up or down three or four times before she gets bored and stops. She’s the only cat I’ve ever met that will do things for attention.
The mammalian members, anyway. Spud’s big enough now that he makes rather an uncomfortable lap sitter. Not to mention he’ll bite anything that he likes the look or smell of, and his beak is sharp!
My Mom still lives in the house she and my Dad moved into when they got married. They moved into it right after they were finished building it. The neighborhood was still under construction.
Now, just over sixty years later, she is one of three original residents. I’m surprised there are that many.
Last week on my Sunday visit to Mom, she told me that one of the other originals had been found wandering about a mile from home. He’d gotten lost. I could totally understand why. It doesn’t look much like it used to. Neighborhoods have a life span. In the last five or ten years a lot of the shops and buildings have been torn down and replaced.
I feel for the guy. There’s more going on there than just unfamiliar buildings, but it would be so easy to sort of recognize a place and sort of not recognize it and get confused. The same thing has happened a couple of times when I’ve been driving Mom through areas she hasn’t been to in a while. Part of it was just because she was anxious to get home and part of it is just that she will never see me as an adult. I just had to bite my tongue and hang on tight to my patience.
It was nice out yesterday, so I actually went outside in the evening. The Rufous Hummingbird was doing his dive-bombing mating dance someplace. The most I saw of him was when he stopped for a drink on one of the feeders and a feather streak flashing by. He’s the smallest of the the local hummingbirds, but also the orneriest and most territorial. The Anna’s Hummingbirds sneak in for a sip at the feeders and get chased off regularly.
Lately I’ve been feeling like time isn’t just passing, it’s running away from me. And I’m wasting far too much of it while I’ve got it. The truth is, I love video games. And I spend too much time playing them. And I have so much other stuff to do. So I’m trying to cut back. I’m not a leap out of bed first thing in the morning person, so a lot of the time I sit in bed and play on my iPad for a while before getting up. It would be more productive if I got out of bed, got ready for work and maybe posted some items on Etsy instead.
This morning I did. I got out of bed instead of playing games. Got dressed, made my lunch, did a quick run around with the vacuum (love the cordless vac) and renewed a posting on Etsy. If that’s an example of what I could have been accomplishing, I feel pretty silly. Now I’ll try it when I get home from work. Most of the time I have lunch and start playing on the computer. Instead I’m going to finish my chores before I get on the computer. Then at least I’ll feel like I accomplished something.
I’m also somewhat vertically challenged and a lot of my clothes need modification before they fit. I do a lot of hemming. I should do that in the evening while watching television. There is seldom anything on television that is so important that it demands my absolute attention. I have been doing that for the past couple of weeks and have finished three hemming/repair jobs. I’ve been know to let pants sit around for months before I hem them. I’d rather not wait until they no longer fit.
I just feel like time is going by so fast and there’s so much I want to accomplish. I have to figure out how to use the time I have more efficiently. I don’t want to be obsessive about it, just use it a bit more productively.