It’s the night before Christmas And all through the house The cats are all quiet and lying about Dreaming of catnip and catching a mouse While Blue waits for the rat in the fridge to thaw out The birds are all ready to roost for the night To wait for the fat guy with a beard that’s all white Then they all looked at me round-eyed and distraught “You’re fat with white hair and a white beard, are you not?” I’m fat, my beard’s white, that I cannot deny But I’m not him, I assure you, and I’ll tell you why He’s jolly, wears red, and carries a sack I’m a curmudgeon and cranky, and I always wear black But before you all get your tails in a twitch Besides old Santa, there’s La Befana, the witch So, one or the other or both they may call Offering peace and prosperity for one and for all
Christmas Eve Sunrise
Sheep, Glenda & Silver dreaming of catnip and catching a mouse. Well, maybe not the Sheep.
Marble: “Bah humbug! Wipe that smile off your silly face, Santa!”
Marble: “Talk to the Christmas paw!”
Silver: “Crown me the Cat of Cats!”
Silver’s bow Silver’s bow It’s Christmas time for the kitties Ding-a-ling He’s Kitty King Tomorrow will be Christmas Day
Gwendolyn: “Hey, stupid Paparazzo! You’re not the only cranky curmudgeon wearing all black!”
We got a half an inch of rain today. I noticed the rain had washed out part of the bridge as I drove over it on the way home this afternoon. After I got home, I changed my clothes, put on boots, gathered up a shovel and a wheelbarrow, walked the quarter mile back up to the bridge, and filled the hole before it grew larger. After I filled the hole in the bridge, I filled many of the larger holes in the road where it runs parallel to the ditch before it got dark.
The photo on the left shows a long puddle in the road reflecting the sunset. The photo on the right shows a long puddle filled with dirt, and the water splashed to the side, reflecting the dusk.
Spunk grooving on a beanbag.
Spunk meditating on magic dirt clods while grooving on a beanbag.
After the clouds cleared last night, the morning’s low was 19ºF (-7.2ºC). There was not a cloud in the sky all day. The high was 41ºF (5ºC) at 3:00 pm when I hit the ditch banks for my daily ride.
Beaver Moon rising in a clear sky. Jupiter looks on.
Glenda: “Why do stinking beavers get a moon and kitties don’t?” Good Question.
With my numb, arthritic fingers, I can’t type worth beans these days. I thought I commented to Lavinia, “It’s snowing lightly now,” but auto-mistake changed whatever typo I made on “lightly” to lighting. Lavinia read it as “lightning” and replied that she had only seen “snow lightning” a few times in her life. I replied that I had never seen it. Then Deborah chimed in on snow lightning, as well. As you can see in the above photo, I made snow lightning.
All the confusion about snow lightning occurred because it snowed last night and this morning.
Kitties in the snow
Clear sky in the west at sunset
Vulture watching the Beaver Moon rise. Jupiter looks on.
The moon is 98.3% full tonight. It will be 99.9% full tomorrow night. The official full moon is on Monday when it doesn’t pass the meridian. It will still be 99% full on Tuesday.
Beaver Moon swimming in a sea of clouds. Jupiter looks on.
Beaver Moon in colorful whipped cream clouds. Jupiter looks on.
WordPress reminded me that I’ve been blogging for thirteen years. I think it’s time to retire.