Saturday, 20 August
The weather was blissfully foggy. Pink Poppy Bakery was not at the Saturday Market so I gave myself permission to just stay home. All day the fog horns blew in the distance.
Skooter still did not understand that freedom was right on the other side of the cat door.
He hissed and backed off when I lifted the flap. Allan says, “It’s alien technology. You walk up to a wall and you walk through it.” I wanted his first days out to be when I was home, so I gave in and let him out the front door. You will see some scruffy and weedy areas of the garden as we follow him on his first walkabout.
That wasn’t what I wanted at all. How long would they stay under there?
I went back inside to read for awhile. Allan let me know that he saw Skooter back out in the garden, so I followed again (while Allan fixed the board).
He came around the side of the neighbouring gear shed to the huge tarped stack of crab pots.
I worried about him getting stuck in a pot, maybe way in the center, and having to find the gear shed people and their front loader to move fifty heavy pots. Fortunately, he emerged. In five years, I’ve never had a cat get stuck in there….fingers crossed this continues.
Saturday is lawn mowing day. With Skooter now out of sight somewhere in the garden, we decided it must be ok to go ahead and mow. After the heat, I needed to water the garden. And Skooter must be used to mowing from his previous home, where we often heard the mower going. (His first two years were at the home next door to Marilyn’s garden, before he came to live at Marilyn”s house.)
After the mowing, Skooter was nowhere to be found. I agonized. Had we been the stupidest people in the world? I weeded two wheelbarrows full, calling to him frequently. More worried at no response, I walked and called around the crab pot stack. I walked all around the block to the east, through The Lost Garden, rattling the kitty treat can that Marilyn’s helper used to use to call Skooter in. I worked my way along the south side of the gear shed and there he was, in the Wild Willow Grove.
I was so relieved. I knew he wouldn’t be scared of the sprinklers because they are the same sort (overhead) that ran often at Marilyn’s house.
After awhile, Skooter came in at the front door, then went back out, and after dark came in again (by the front door, after being called).
I got very little done today other than monitoring Skooter.
Tomorrow: the south cat door will be opened as well. I hope he can figure out how they work.
We started watching Home Fires and I found it to be the perfect telly show, till I found out it had already been cancelled. Dang it!
1997 (age 73):
August 20: More time working on the strawberry rows. I’d like to dig up the runner plants and put them in trays under lights in the greenhouse but I’m not sure if I should.
1998 (age 74):
August 20: 11:30-5:00 It was comfortable when I started sieving but I kept on with one break to check on my Lee tools order of hoses etc. I finished sieving, and although I was hot and tired, I transferred some of the stuff from the old box to the “new” one. The stuff is dry and dusty so I watered it down. I think it will settle.
The sieved compost filled 3 garbage cans, 1 burn barrel, 2 large peat moss bags, and a couple of other bags. All from the contents of the “new’ box.