Monday again? How did that happen?
There has been a small triumph this week, in that we've finally succeeded in teaching the ginger moggie that the new, expensive, microchip activated cat flap is fine to use. He is a stubborn feline, and not too overly blessed in the brain cell department. I dare not tell you how long I spent crouched by the back door, with my arm stuck out through the cat flap clutching a pet treat. In the end though, locking him outside in the rain when we weren't home seemed to work best. Tough love.
The other cat has used it nonchalantly from day one of installation. Only slightly disturbed by being chased by an owner brandishing a yet-to-be-installed cat flap, attempting to scan the microchip in her neck. Some people just do change better than others.
I am two weeks into a printmaking course. In spite of having no real idea what I am doing or much natural drawing ability, I am enjoying myself enormously. Helps that I get to see Monica once a week too, of course.
Johnny spent a chunk of Sunday afternoon making a baseball bat. I know. It's a log. I think he may have been trying to avoid music practice.
That's a dulcimer. It sounds beautiful when he plays, but I would hesitate to recommend it as an instrument for a child to learn. Mostly because he cannot carry it himself and it will not fit in the boot of hubby's Mini. If I had to choose a musical instrument for them to play all over again, it would be the piccolo. For obvious reasons.