Madge is the strangest cat I’ve ever known. She hides under the bed, completely silent until about 9 or 10 every night, at which point she emerges and harasses us vocally until we pet her. But if we move too quickly or approach her first, she will dart back under the bed. She also slobbers like a dog. I don’t understand her at all. But I love her and really hope she can start integrating herself more into our daily routine.
Powell’s was having their friends and family sale today. I had no idea but when we got there the place had been ransacked. I almost didn’t bother with the long line, but inevitably we left with three books for me, three books for Poppy, a book for Juniper, and some souvenirs for Kansas family. I only spent $50 and now I own everything Barbara Kingsolver has ever written. Letting P pick her own books is great. Tonight she chose one called Rob and Bob about a burglar and his dog and a Lego alphabet book. She wanted a My Little Pony book but I put my foot down. It was a boring story. She has been drawn to pink things and princesses lately, which I’m genuinely okay with because she seems to have come into it on her own. She’s also reallllly into Ninja Turtles and trains, so it’s a nice balance. This post started out about books and turned into a post about Poppy. Typical. Sorry dudes.
Bobby won’t be back until Tuesday which means I should probably just avoid the internet altogether until then because True Detective spoilers.
Lots of ugly kids throwing tantrums at Powell’s today.