Ok, so it’s been another really hot day. So that explains why Parsnips has chosen to sleep in the open window, in the little bit of breeze that’s blowing in now that the sun is going down.
What it doesn’t explain is why she feels the need to sleep with her head jammed against the window frame. It does not look comfortable.
Seven jars of apricots bottled this morning. That hadn’t been the plan for the day, but Dad and Stepmother stopped in on their way through town this morning and dropped off a box of fruit. It’s been really hot again, so the apricots obviously weren’t going to last long enough to be eaten fresh, so…
abbit is a very pleasant meat to eat, but it smells disgusting while it’s cooking, especially when boiled. Same goes for hare. I’m currently cooking meatballs made from some hare mince my brother gave me, and even though I know they’ll taste fantastic once they’re done, I’m trying to avoid spending any time in the…
I just finished writing a post for our CEISMIC blog about yesterday’s anniversary (well, actually, editing it – I wrote the bulk of it yesterday sitting in a cafe eating lunch after the memorial was over). I was going to write a post here as well, but then I realised that everything I wanted to…
Saturday: We were both awake bright and early, and Dangerous Kitchen (which we’d planned on breakfasting at, having perused their menu the night before) didn’t open until 9, so we decided to head over to Te Waikoropupū Springs (or just Pupu Springs, as they’re more commonly called if you want to avoid all those syllables). …
Yep, I’m back in Wellington again, for another conference. A bit different than the last one though – this time it’s the National Digital Forum, a conference/gathering for people on the technical side of the GLAM (Galleries, Libraries, Archives and Museums) sector. Somehow I don’t think we’ll be decorating our name tags with glitter and…
The sky was doing overly dramatic things this morning. Unfortunately, it was doing most of its drama in a direction that I couldn’t get a decent view of from the back yard, and I wasn’t sufficiently dressed yet to walk up the street in search of a better viewing spot, so that was the best…
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Why to cats DO that?
It’s a THING with them…. 😉