Yo, it’s Monday, and it’s fucking raining right now. Maybe not proper rain. I could just be seeing what’s left over from the shit I definitely heard while I was in bed. I know what I heard, and I heard rain. What I’m hearing now is a tiny bird. It lives in the pine outside the back door, and it’s made teasing Pippin its life work. I opened the back door and it immediately swooped down to play on the patio. For extra fun, it brought one of its babies out of the tree. Pippin and I watched it feed the little one some ants.
Shawshank is at work this morning. I didn’t hear him get up at all today, although I’m pretty sure I woke up just before he left. He confirmed the rain. Sadly, I slept through a thunderstorm. It looks like the skies are trying to clear up.
We had a good visit at Shady Acres yesterday. Last week, Shawshank‘s mom told me she found a tea set that her mother had as a child and wanted me to have it. If I didn’t have space for it, she would keep it for us. As it turned out, it’s a tiny agate glass set made by Arko, probably sometime back in the 1930s-40s.
It’s absolutely adorable. We have space for it, although I will be packing it up eventually. My mother wants pictures of the cats and I having high tea.
High tea, or HIGH tea?